Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I wait for their car to be gone before running to the kitchen and grabbing my phone. I'm powering it on when the doorbell rings. "Fucking hell," I say to myself, walking to the door while trying to get Ace's number to come up. "What did you forget?" I pull open the door, expecting to find one of my sisters there, but instead, he stands there with his head down and when he looks up, all I can do is smile. "Ace."
Chapter 25
Ace
I jog up the steps and press the button to the doorbell. I look around to make sure that her sisters are gone. I hear her footsteps coming closer to the door, and my heart speeds up even more. I look down to tell myself that it's fine being here. We are best friends, I remind myself. "What did you forget?" she asks when she pulls the door open, and I look up at her, and all she can do is smile, which makes me smile. "Ace." The pain that I had in my chest is gone with one look at her. "What are you doing here?" she asks, and I wait for her to move aside so I can go in.
"I was waiting for your sisters to leave," I tell her so she knows I've been here a while. The minute I pulled up to my house, I turned right back around and headed for her. I had no other plan but to talk to her.
"Well, they just left," she says finally and moves away and I step in.
"I know. I was waiting down the block for them to leave," I reply, and she looks over at me, her eyes opening wide. "I felt like I was on a stakeout." I laugh awkwardly as she walks to the kitchen, and I follow her. I've been here so many times, but this time, it feels like I'm in uncharted territory, and maybe I am. I stand in front of the island while she goes to the fridge. "Listen," I say when she opens the fridge and grabs me a water bottle. "Sorry, that came out a lot harsher than I wanted it to." She hands me the bottle of water, and I grab it but put it on the counter. "I know that we said that what happens on the island stays on the island."
"But," she cuts in, coming around to my side of the counter.
I think of how to say the next part so I don’t scare her away, but instead, all that comes out of my mouth is, "I'm still on island time."
She smirks at me, coming even closer to me. "Is that so?" This right here is the Shelby that I want. Not the Shelby who was quiet and scared to say anything. I want the Shelby who isn't shy around me. I want the Shelby who comes up to me and kisses me just because she wants to.
My hands come up to push the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears. "That is so." My heart speeds up, and it feels like it's going to come out of my chest.
"Isn't that a coincidence." She tilts her head to the side and looks up at me. She literally takes my breath away. "So am I."
That’s the last thing she says before I slam my mouth down on hers. It's been about two hours since the last time I kissed her, but it feels like an eternity. I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she wraps her arms around my neck, and instead of walking to the bedroom, I just put her ass on the counter. Her hands are on my shirt, pulling it up, while I leave her lips to kiss down her neck. Our hands fly everywhere in order to get us naked. Her shirt is almost ripped off her, while her hands are on the button of my pants. My cock is dying to get out and into her, my mouth salivating to taste her even for a minute.
"Condom," she pants, and I stop moving.
"I don't have any," I state, and she just looks at me. "Why the fuck would I have condoms?"
"Don't you carry them in your wallet?" She glares at me, and I'm glaring back at her.
"Why the fuck would I carry them in my wallet?" I ask her. My cock cries out at the thought of not being inside her.
"You're a guy," she says, and I just stare at her. "Why aren't you ready for any situation?"
"Because," I say, stepping away from her. "I'm an adult, and I don't do random hookups."
"Hmm," she says, looking at me. "Interesting."
"Why is that interesting?" I ask her. "You've known me forever. How many times have I banged someone in the bathroom?"