Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I’d finally get my shot with Ayla Barnes.”
His shot?
Why is he talking about me like I’m some coveted trophy?
Surely Flynt wasn’t correct about boys swarming me if he isn’t around.
“I, um…” I wet my lips, furiously trying to locate the page for today’s lesson. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, come on. You don’t know every guy in this school would give his left nut to take you out?” His gaze crawls down my body and back up. “Show you a good time?”
“That’s…” I shake my head. “That can’t be true.”
“Why don’t you let me prove it after school—”
A fist slams down on the table. Hard enough to make several surrounding girls yelp and levitate my textbook off the table by several inches. Flynt is standing behind the football player now, his expression icy cold with malice. “If you walk away now, I might let you live,” Flynt says to the rapidly paling athlete. “But talk to her again, motherfucker, and you’ll be watching the rest of the season from the sidelines in your full body cast.”
The football player scrambles away in a blur.
All I can do is stare into Flynt’s mutinous face. I keep my chin firm, even though it wants to wobble. Even though I want to throw myself into his arms and apologize for being so naïve.
He throws his books down on the table and drops into his stool.
Without saying a word, he drags my seat closer. Closer. Until our thighs are touching.
Then he leans over and growls in my ear. “I hope you’re ready for the fallout of what you’ve done, little girl.”
My whole universe explodes with color.
Little girl.
What is wrong with me that my legs squeeze together from thigh to ankle over those two words? I almost fall straight off my stool. Can everyone in class see that my heart is galloping a million miles an hour?
“What do you mean?” I whisper.
“You want a date? That’s what you’ll get.” He reaches over and grips my bare knee, squeezing it until I gasp from the unexpected pleasure. “And a hell of a lot more.”
This is the longest chemistry class of my life.
I want to ask Flynt what exactly he meant by a hell of a lot more, but the teacher starts class, letting us know we’ll be doing an experiment with our partners. Flynt only leaves my side long enough to collect the materials from the front of the room, before we’re in close proximity again. But this time, for the sake of the experiment, we’re standing.
This isn’t the first time we’ve worked together in chemistry. Normally, Flynt keeps a bit of distance between us, though. Not today. While I’m busy looking down through the microscope, he presses in tight behind me. He takes hold of my hips and guides my bottom back into the curve of his lap, letting out a gruff sound of satisfaction into my neck.
In class.
“Flynt,” I hiss.
His fingertips bite into my hip abductor. “Stay right where you are.”
I check to make sure the teacher isn’t watching us. Thankfully, she’s busy guiding another pair of students through the steps of the experiment. “This isn’t appropriate.”
“I tried to be as appropriate as possible with you, Ayla. Then you showed up at my garage and flashed your wet, virgin pussy at me. You let another man run game on you. Now we’ve got a big problem.”
Try as I might to refrain from being turned on, it quickly becomes a losing battle.
He’s so strong and capable and the way he touches me is so knowing. Like he’s been studying me his entire life. He massages my hip while his lips move in my hair and my eyelids start to flutter, my backside starting to make a home in his lap. Working side to side, gratified by the friction of skin on denim. “That’s a good girl,” he rasps. “Don’t forget to take notes. We have to hand in that sheet at the end of class.”
I drop the pencil three times before filling out the worksheet.
Once again, I search out the teacher. Is she watching us? Walking in this direction?
“Ayla,” Flynt chides in my ear. “You let me worry about who is looking.” I have no warning before his hand disappears beneath my skirt, his fingers delving down the front of my panties. “You just enjoy yourself.”
I suck in a breath and order myself to pull away. There’s no other option, right?
Flynt can’t touch me like this at school! We could get expelled—
His middle finger moves like firm silk over that sensitive nub between my legs and I jerk backward, swallowing a whimper at the last second. “Oh. Ohhh. We can’t.”
“I walked in here and found that meathead ready to slobber all over you. I’m not in a reasonable state of mind.” The pads of his fingers stroke that enlivening spot, slow at first, then faster and faster. “Now you’re going to come on my fingers while he watches.”