Page 7 of Fall to Me
“Be careful what you ask for, Kitten.”
“Okay children,” Aspen interjects. “Everyone, have fun.”
Cal chuckles as his fingers intertwine with hers, pulling her away.
“A hundred dollars says they head straight to their hotel room.” I overhear Aiden say as our friends begin to scatter, one after the other, heading off to go God knows where.
Now, it’s just the three of us.
Great!
Three
Carter
River Hendrix. Man, I’ve had it bad for that woman since the day I laid eyes on her. She was moving in across the street from my best friend, Cal, about a year ago, fumbling with a box against the trunk of a car, when a brief gust of wind whipped her long, golden locks around her face . . . and time slowed down.
But when I finally met her in person a month later . . .
Time. Fucking. Stopped.
She took my breath away. Short, toned legs. Long, thick lashes framed her amber, almond shaped eyes. Thick blonde hair surrounded her heart shaped face and tumbled almost to her waist, and I swear, it took everything in me to force myself not to thread my fingers through those locks to see if they felt as soft as they looked. But it wasn’t only her beauty that shook me, it was how she looked at me like I was a fucking idiot when I held out my hand to shake hers.
Check-fucking-mate.
When she finally placed her hand in mine, my stomach flipped, my heart galloped, sparks ignited, and nerve endings tingled throughout my body.
Since then, that girl has lit me up and torn me down in the same breath. Chasing her is a fucking high that makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Every glance, every time she brushes me off or pops off with one of her smart-ass remarks, only makes me crave her more. The more she turns me down; the more determined I become. I’m not one to give up easily. I don’t quit . . . ever. Mark my words. One day, she will be mine.
I know some of my friends think I’m crazy for focusing on the one girl who acts like she doesn’t want me, but I’ll let you in on a little secret… she does in fact want me.
I know it, she knows it. Hell, Nate knows it too. His instigating ass is only toying with me for personal entertainment value. What shedoesn’tknow is that he and I have a plan.
“Oooh. There’s some good stuff on here,” she says, handing me the bingo card.
Glancing at the list, I flick the card, then hand it back to her. “Let’s hit up the zipline first. I can tell you’re already a bit tipsy, and I don’t want you puking all over everyone below us.”
“Eww,” she says, peering up at the people zooming by, screaming and laughing. A shiver visibly racks her body. “Remind me not to walk underneath that thing.”
“Did you see this one?” I wiggle my brows.
“Take a blowjob shot from a partner’s mouth,” she reads, then peeks around me. “Hey, Nate? Wanna do that one with me?”
One side of my mouth lifts into a smirk. She’s provoking me, and I like it.She’s also going out of her way to flirt with Nate and act like she’s not attracted tome.
She is.
Like I can’t tell what she’s up to.
I can.
Little does she know the joke’s on her . . . or rather, it will be soon.
As we walk down Fremont toward the zipline entrance, Nate’s phone rings. Right on time. Glancing between us, he places the phone to his ear.
“Nate,” he clips out.
The street is wrapped in flashing lights. Music surrounds us, and 3-D images dance across the canopy overhead. The crowd is thick with people double fisting alcohol—no doubt on their way to making some very questionable choices, but you know what they say: What happens in Vegas . . . and all that.
