Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I never know what you’re going to pop off and say.”
“I don’t want to burst your bubble, Bam, but you’re not the first person to tell me that.”
“That’s all right. I’ll get other firsts.” He winks at me, and I almost trip over my own feet. “Watch your step, rebel.”
“You’re making flirty, dirty jokes with me. It’s hard to walk and be horny.” Shit. Didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. So I talk fast so maybe he’ll miss it and skip over it. “Box jellyfish have at least twenty-four functional eyes of various degrees on their bodies despite having no centralized brain.” I’m rambling. “Four of its eyes always peer up out of the water regardless of the animal’s body position.” Bam’s brows pull together. “Just saying I don’t think you can really wink with twenty-four eyes. Bet they all blink at different times.” He thinks I’m crazy now. “Also, I should note they are the most venomous jellies to humans, so maybe avoid them.”
“I’ll do that,” Bam replies as we make our way up the stairs to my porch so I can open the door. I pause at the Ring camera.
“We got food. I bet it’s all that diabetic healthy crap.” I make a goofy face for my dad to see before unlocking the door. Bam’s hand goes to my stomach, guiding me to step back so he can go in first to make sure it’s safe, but we have an alarm. “See, Dad, he’s all gentleman—” I flick my eyes over to Bam, “-ish,” I add before following in after him.
Bam totally missed the horny comment, I think to myself with confidence… I was wrong.
Chapter Fifteen
BAM
Spending too much time alone with a girl puts ideas in a guy’s head. Or maybe it’s just her words that are giving me thoughts. How am I supposed to shovel spaghetti noodles into my mouth when the words “it’s hard to walk and be horny” are running through my mind on an endless loop? I’ve got a hard-on the size of the table leg, and the only thing I want to eat is her.
“This is actually somewhat decent,” Josie says between bites of pasta. It’s made with chickpeas instead of flour.
I couldn’t even tell you what it tastes like because my mind is full of Josie: her pink lips, her little tongue that darts out to catch a stray bit of sauce, her rosy cheeks, the rise of her boobs when she inhales, the pretty expanse of skin on her neck when she tilts back to swallow some milk.
I know she tastes good. Something sweet and tart. The best combination.
“From the look on your face, you either hate the noodles or they’re the best thing you’ve ever had.” Josie says.
“What look?”
Josie holds up a spoon. In the back of the curved metal surface, I try to see what she’s referring to, but all I see is a giant distortion. “I’m not thinking about noodles,” I admit.
“The case then?”
“No, Josie.” I take the spoon out of her hand and rest it on the table. “You said you were horny earlier, and that’s all that I can think about. This”—I gesture toward the plate—“could be filled with the biggest, juiciest steak in all of the universe, and I’d still not be able to tell you if it was shit or great because the only thing I want to put in my mouth is you.”
Her eyes grow as wide as the plate in front of us. The tongue comes out. I muffle a groan.
“I guess you should do something about it. My horniness,” she adds in case I didn’t know what she was talking about.
I stand and lift her from her chair in the same motion, sweeping her into my arms. “Wait—” I pause while my brain is still half functioning. “Cameras in doors?”
“Are you asking about whether my dad can see us? No. He’ll track when you leave, though.”
I glance at the clock. It’s early yet, and I’ve perfected the leaving and sneaking back in bit. “We’ve got time.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Take me to my lair then and do your worst.”
“My best, you mean.” If my dick gets harder, will it break off? These are questions I have as I carry Josie toward her bedroom. Thank God that her place is small because walking when you have an erection the size of a light pole makes it damned difficult to move.
“Would I ruin the mood if I mention that your gait is funny?”
“I’ve got three legs right now, rebel. It’s something I’m not real used to.”
She giggles, and you’d think a girl laughing about your dick would make a guy shrivel up a little but not me. Oh no, because Josie’s happiness makes me swell everywhere.
I make it to her room and throw her on the bed. She bounces and rolls on her side, her head propped up on her hand. I peel off my T-shirt with one hand and then rip the button fly of my jeans apart.