Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
I glare, and she beams brighter, spinning and adding a little extra sway to her hips.
“Swing those hips this way, honey,” one of the guys hollers.
My head snaps toward the group gathered by the picnic tables, a warning on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t have to let it out.
No, Cameron does it for me.
“Sorry, boys,” she teases, meeting my gaze over her shoulder with a grin. “But I belong to someone else.”
I smirk from her to them. “She belongs to me.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Brady
“Come on.”
“No.”
“You can’t just leave me in suspense!”
Cameron laughs, pushing through the doors before I can hold them open, and I follow her ass toward the tables.
“Look, just tell me I’m right.”
She gives me a blank stare, and my grin grows.
“That means I am.”
She scoffs. “Like there was any room for doubt.”
“There most definitely was not.”
She faces forward as the blush starts up her neck and picks the table closest to the back, folding her legs beneath her the moment she lowers into the seat.
I drop in the one across from her, watching as she tosses her book onto the table between us, my eyes locked on the swell of her breasts in her purple top. There are pierced nipples under that shirt. On Cameron’s body.
I can’t believe she has her nipples pierced.
“What do we—Brady!”
My attention snaps up, and she crosses her arms, cocking her head at me.
“Really?” she deadpans.
My hands lift into the air in the universal sign for I didn’t do it when I oh so clearly did, and she groans and laughs at the same time.
“Can we get down to business please?” She fights a smile. “I only have an hour.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I take my own things out, and we start on our assignment, breaking the questions in half and swapping answers.
It only takes thirty minutes to get through it, so we move to the section review, only pausing when she starts to grunt and grumble.
“I hate this class.” She sighs, finishing off her bottle of water and taking mine.
“I hate most of my classes, but we still gotta pass them.”
“You mean, I have to pass them. You’ll be drafted at the end of the year, along with Mason and Chase, and leave us girls here like peasants, all alone while you go play for some big, bad pro team.” She smiles then. “OMG, you’ll be the second boyfriend I’ve had to leave me to become a pro athlete.” She laughs good-naturedly, but there’s a little something in her voice she can’t hide—a small edge of sorrow maybe.
It’s not for me, of course, but the real boyfriend she had freshman year. Now that I think about it, I’m not so sure I realized he was her boyfriend. Guess I figured they were just seeing each other a bit. I wonder how serious they were.
I’m about to ask when she beats me to speak.
“Unless I dump you before you can dump me,” she jokes, stretching those long legs out until her heels are balancing on my knees. “That way, I don’t look like the girl who was left behind when you climb that ladder.”
“I, um…” I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck. “Yeah, I don’t…I mean I’m not…” I just stop talking, not wanting to get into that.
Cameron eyes me closely, pausing a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to call me out, make me say what I didn’t mean to start saying in the first place, but instead, a small smile covers her lips, and she looks to her phone with a sigh.
“I have to go. Are you hanging here a bit or want to walk out with me?”
“Nah, I’m going to go check on Chase. Coach asked to see him after practice again last week, but he still hasn’t told us what it was about. Any ideas of a bet I can make him to force him to talk?”
“One that I would give up to you and not save for my own future benefit?” She smirks. “Negative.”
“Brat.”
“You love me.”
“Uh-huh.” I glance at my phone, pulling up a text from Mason and firing one off real fast before turning my attention back to Cameron. “Make sure you spend some time going over those sections this weekend. I have a group project for my finance class on Sunday that’s going to kill, so I might be brain fried after that.”
“Wait.” She frowns. “The test is next Monday?”
“Girl, do you pay attention to that poor woman at all?”
“I try really, really hard not to.”
I laugh at that, gaining a few glares from around the room.
“She’s so annoying,” Cameron whines. “How do I know what to memorize if she doesn’t give us the questions?”
“You’re not supposed to be memorizing. You’re supposed to be learning.”
“And you’re supposed to be helping me study so I can pass this class, but so far I’ve had to do all the readings my damn self.”