Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Let him.
Fucking bring it on.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had denied me like he had the other night.
So close to fucking me, but not letting me have it.
Why do I want to break you, Gray Gilman?
To finally weaken you enough that you can’t help but shove your cock inside me.
And remind you that I’m still the one with more control.
“Did I add baking soda yet? Or did I add powder?”
Baking for a crowd was harder than any touchdown I’d ever gotten in my life.
I looked down at the endless dishes, spoons, and ingredients on the countertop in front of me.
“What’s up, Andrew?” Luke called over from his station, which was a few feet down from mine.
The Tempests had taken over the big, open lobby of Student Hall, setting up dozens of long folding tables and equipping each of them with stand mixers, sugar, flour, and things I couldn’t even name. The front doors of Student Hall were open wide, and people were milling in and out, watching us bake.
Filming us baking, too, and snapping pictures left and right.
Tables and chairs were set up all around, and people were waiting on our bake-off, ready to try each of our creations and rate them on a scale of 1-10.
Whoever won got to donate $2000 to the college charity of our choice.
The charity idea had been mine, a few weeks ago, when my team had decided to put on the event. Yes, anything related to charity was good for my image. But it actually did make me feel good to do.
And again, Gray wasn’t here.
Because what the fucking fuck.
I kept looking up and glancing all around, trying to spot him somewhere, lurking around. But he wasn’t here, even though he’d teased me about coming tonight.
I looked down at my phone again on the table, reading through the steps to make this apple cobbler.
“Okay. I haven’t sliced the apples yet, but I need to put them in.”
“Better get chopping,” Luke said.
“Here. I’ll help,” I heard in a low voice beside me.
I turned and almost jumped out of my skin.
Two pretty blue eyes, right there next to me. Gray had finally arrived, probably purposely coming up behind me to shock me. His dark hair framed his face, and he wasn’t smiling at me but he sure as fuck looked amused at my reaction.
“Gilman,” I said.
The spiced vanilla scent on his skin was mixing with the smell of cinnamon in Student Hall, and the air around me suddenly was intoxicating.
His scent reminded me of two nights ago.
How close we’d been.
Fucker. He purposely came late to throw me off.
“You need to slice the apples evenly, otherwise they won’t bake evenly,” he said, grabbing a knife from the clutter on the table. He took one of the apples and started slicing it into even pieces.
He was wearing a fitted navy-blue long-sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up again to reveal the lower portion of his tattoo. I needed to say something to him instead of standing here like a drooling dog. I watched him work for a moment before snapping back to reality.
You want to throw me off?
Well, two can play that game.
“My ass is still a little sore from your fingers the other night,” I said. “Use your cock instead tonight and it’ll hurt even more.”
He didn’t look up at me, his eyes still focused on the cutting board in front of him.
“Secret ingredient of a lot of cobblers is some fresh lemon juice,” he said, ignoring me. “Go look around the supply table and see if you can find some lemons for me, Peach.”
He was already ordering me around.
I headed over to the big supply table at the middle of the room, passing by Luke’s table on the way. He raised an eyebrow at me as I walked by, nodding over toward Gray at my table.
“Guess you’re the unlucky one tonight,” Luke muttered as I walked by.
“I can handle him.”
“Godspeed, Peachel.”
I found some lemons on the table and brought them back, dropping them on the table in front of Gray’s cutting board.
“Six lemons,” he said.
“Didn’t know how many I’d need. You going to tell me why you were following me earlier today on the quad, even though you didn’t show up to practice?”
“Maybe. If you’re good. Slice one lemon in half.”
He reached a hand out and just for one split second, I felt his palm settle on the small of my back.
My insides went molten as he rubbed a little circle there, and then his touch was gone again, a moment later.
The image of his kiss ripped through my memory.
I’d dated guys for months before without ever getting a kiss like that.
Gray Gilman clearly didn’t give a fuck about anything, and certainly didn’t care about me, but he was goddamn good at pretending, when he kissed me slow and deep.