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)
We drove most of the way back to his frat house in silence.
“You didn’t have to do all of that for me,” Andrew finally said to me as we pulled up outside the house.
“I didn’t hesitate for a moment.”
“Even the fifty thousand isn’t a guarantee he won’t say anything,” Andrew said, looking out the passenger side window. “But based on past experiences, I think he’ll keep his mouth shut.”
“How many times have people tried to swindle money from you, Peachel?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. A dozen? At least?”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Just part of my life.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
It was the exact sort of thing I used to aid my mother in doing, all the time. Usually to people a little less wealthy than him, but… if my mother and I had come across anyone like Andrew back in the day, there was no doubt in my mind she’d find a way to exploit him.
He moved to take off his seatbelt and I reached out a hand to stop him from getting out of the car.
“You were going to punch that guy, weren’t you?”
Andrew looked at me, giving me a sad nod. “He was trying to hurt you with that rock. Of course I’d punch him.”
“But your chances at going pro are constantly threatened by a single punch you threw, months ago.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t think about that. I just thought about you.”
My throat tightened. “Can’t say anyone’s ever done that for me.”
“Yeah, well, you’re worth it, Gray. Even if you don’t ever believe it, just know that I did.”
As he got out of my car and started walking to the front doors of his frat house, something like panic settled in my chest.
Fuck.
Don’t do it.
Don’t let yourself trust anything.
You always get hurt.
But as I watched him unlocking the front door, I realized that it was far too late for that.
I cared about him so much more than I’d ever cared about anyone.
Andrew Peachel had come into my life hard and fast, and taken up a spot in my heart that I didn’t even know I had room for.
No.
I was falling for him, too.
Resist it.
And the idea of us being a couple made me sick—not because it sounded bad, but because I wanted it so fucking badly.
I couldn’t resist it.
I couldn’t say no.
I threw my car into park.
I cut the engine and took out the key.
And I got out, catching Andrew as he opened the front door.
“I don’t know how any of this works, Andrew,” I said. “But if you actually want to try, I’ll try, for you.”
His eyes were wide.
“Gray…”
“Hurt me. Destroy me. Throw me to the side when you go pro, and you become the most famous fucking football player in the world.”
“I would never, Gray—”
“—But I’m not scared to try anymore.”
He put his arm around my waist, pulling me in close.
My heart was pounding hard in my chest.
I was shaking, again.
I hadn’t been shaking during a single moment tonight chasing down Colby, but now, I was fucking trembling.
“You want to try?” Andrew whispered, his eyes searching my face.
I swallowed. “Even if I fucking regret this. Yes. Goddamnit.”
Andrew let out a breath of air.
He was so handsome. So stupidly irresistible.
“Does this mean you want to be my boyfriend, Gilman?”
“I hate you,” I muttered. “I’m completely falling for you, and I still hate you. Is that how that’s supposed to work?”
He puffed out a laugh, something glittering in his eyes as he looked down at me. “When it’s us? I guess so.”
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I said, the urge coming up inside me like an inferno. “Want to fuck you. Want you to fuck me. Andrew, I want absolutely everything with you.”
“Then come get it,” he said, walking inside the frat house. “It’s already yours.”
CHAPTER 17
ANDREW
Getting face-fucked by Gray when we were complete enemies was one of the best feelings in my life, if I was being honest.
But I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t better.
My cock was slicked and ready, just outside his hole, and he turned to me with that same ever-present fire in his eyes.
“You’re my boyfriend now. You better fuck me like you mean it.”
“That smug look on your face is about to disappear. You know that, right? You’ve never had a cock like mine before.”
“Think I can’t take it?”
“I know you’re going to,” I told him.
He was leaning over my desk in my room, because we’d been too impatient to even walk across to my bed.
Tonight should have been awful.
After everything that happened, on a night like tonight I’d usually come home and worry about everything, wallowing alone in my room.
Instead, after the rollercoaster of an evening, I felt like I had won something.
We came inside, I helped him clean off his face and apply a bandage, and then he’d demanded that I fuck him senseless.