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)
A game of beer pong started up soon after, and I noticed that a lot of the guys were filling the cups with whiskey drinks instead of just beer.
“You first,” Luke said, pointing right at Gray.
“I’m game,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the table.
Gray took off his scarf and sweater, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. The whiskey was just starting to hit my blood.
I stared at Gray’s big tattoo.
And all I could picture was how he looked naked.
The grip of his fingers.
The way he’d held me against the wall, his hot skin hitting mine from behind.
Seeing that panther tattoo in my peripheral vision as he stuffed his fingers past my lips.
I’d always thought that being a good kisser always meant a guy would be a good fuck, and Gray Gilman was the goddamn pinnacle of that combination.
Back to reality, Peachel.
“You get the ping pong ball in my cup, I drink. I get it in yours, you drink,” Luke explained to Gray. “By the way, I should mention that I’m an undisputed king in beer pong.”
“How many of these cups are filled with beer and how many are filled with something stronger?” Gray asked.
“It’s like a little game of roulette. We’re going to find out how many have a shot of whiskey.”
“I see,” Gray said.
I poured myself a whiskey ginger of my own and watched their game from the edge of the table. Gray’s hand-eye coordination was pretty damn good, but Luke’s was better. Before long he had Gray taking back shot after shot.
“I think about 90% of these are actually liquor,” Gray said.
Luke grinned. “Mine too.”
“Last round,” Gray said.
Finally Gray managed to win out in the last round, making Luke take 3 gulps of beer and whiskey in the process. Two other guys reset the table to play afterward, and Luke got pulled over into a conversation about the Miami Dolphins.
“Is this a bad time to admit I’m tipsy?” Gray asked me.
I looked at him and could already see it in his eyes.
“You really are toasty, aren’t you?” I asked.
“I’ve probably taken the equivalent of five whiskey shots in under an hour, so yes,” he said.
“Come. I’ll grab you a water in the kitchen.”
He followed me over to the big kitchen where plenty of other people were starting to congregate for the party. I watched Gray chug a big water, but then Nikki, a girl from the sorority across the street, offered him a shot and he didn’t say no.
“You trying to prove something?” I asked him afterward.
“I just enjoy whiskey. Got an issue with that, Peach?” he asked.
“Sounds like you’re getting your balls busted, Peachel.”
I prickled at the sound of the familiar voice.
No.
Fuck no.
Abort mission.
Get the absolute fuck out of this kitchen.
I turned to see Danny entering the kitchen, nodding at me and Gray.
“Hi. Danny Ennick,” Danny said, holding out his hand to shake Gray’s.
“Any relation…?”
“Yes,” Danny said. “I’m the Coach’s son. Andrew’s my buddy, too. Been too long since I’ve seen your ugly mug.”
Leave it to Danny to purposely try to make me squirm.
My relationship with Danny had always been a secret, of course. People knew he was gay, but not a single soul had known that we hooked up or dated at all.
We always joked about finding each other ugly or unattractive, to try to throw others off our trail.
And it was clear Danny felt no remorse for cheating on me.
“How’s Nashville treating you?” I asked him, trying as hard as I could not to show my distaste for him.
“It’s a whole lot of fun. Lot of hot guys.”
God, you are such a fucking asshole. Why was I ever interested in you, again?
“Did you play for the Tempests, too?” Gray asked Danny.
“Never was a football guy myself, despite my dad coaching. Golf is about as athletic as I get. That and bouncing on cock.”
I rolled my eyes.
“That makes three of us, I guess,” Gray said.
“Are you looking to have some fun tonight?” Danny said, eyeing Gray.
“You can’t be serious, bro,” I said. “You’re not propositioning him. He’s writing a paper on the Tempests, not at our frat party to find a hook up.”
Danny was a supreme piece of shit.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Pissing me off and driving a dagger in me, reminding me how much he’d hurt me but knowing I couldn’t speak a word about it.
“Chill, Peachel,” Danny said. “I won’t take your boy for a ride.”
“I’m not his boy,” Gray said.
Danny just laughed, grabbing a can of beer from the counter before walking back out into the party.
My heart was pounding.
I wanted to get the fuck out of here.
Gray couldn’t find out how much Danny affected me.
“I need some fresh air,” I told Gray.
“Just a sec. I’m going to make myself another drink.”
I sucked in a slow breath, my heart beating in time with the bassy music coming from the main room. I watched Gray mix up his drink, wishing he’d go faster.