Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Huh? Were you going to let him touch your pussy?”
“No,” she breathes, as the flat of my fingers start to rub up and down.
“Because he would, you know. He’d fuck you in a heartbeat if given half the chance.”
“You’re such a hypocrite,” she says, eyes closing in pleasure. “You can be all over Whitley, but I can’t kiss anyone?”
“Fuck Whitley. I don’t want her.” I want you. I don’t say it out loud, but the insinuation is clear.
She pushes into my hand, and I feel her wetness through the fabric of her bathing suit.
“Who are you wet for, baby girl? Is it for him? Or me?”
Briar doesn’t answer, too focused on trying to close her legs around my hand to stop my movements. Her eyes dart around, making sure we don’t have any company. The sun is going down, so there are people only feet away, packing up for the day.
“No one can see you,” I say, covering her body with mine. “But even if they could…let them watch.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says on a gasp, but she parts her legs for me anyway, and I rub her clit with the heel of my palm at the same time that I pull her bathing suit top to the side with my teeth. I suck the soft flesh into my mouth, leaving my mark on her.
“You wanted to play big girl games, Briar. Now, I’m going to treat you like a big girl.”
Briar’s head drops back, exposing her slender throat. A lone freckle where her neck meets her shoulder catches my eye, and without thinking twice, I bite into her. Hard.
She shrieks in pain before I feel her entire body tense up, and her knees clamp shut, effectively trapping my hand between her legs. Once she starts to shudder and shake, I realize she wasn’t screaming in pain. She was screaming from pleasure.
Baby girl likes it rough.
“Did you really just come?” I ask wryly.
She throws an arm over to shield her face and rolls away from me.
“Fuck you.”
“Why, so you can come on my cock this time?”
“You’re disgusting. Take me home.”
“How long has it been, Bry? You must be going through quite the dry spell to get off so easily. Or is it just me that has that effect on you?”
I’m just saying things to get under her skin at this point. Getting a rise out of her is my newest addiction. It’s better than cocaine. Briar sits up and jumps down from the tailgate, then stomps around to the front of the truck. She hops into the passenger seat and slams the door.
I decide to let her stew in her post-orgasmic bliss-slash-guilt while I set the Jet Ski up onto the trailer. It takes a while, and by the time I get back, the sun has completely set.
Briar sits in the front seat, chipping away at her white nail polish. She doesn’t glance my way when I open the door. Not even when I start the truck. And not even when we pull up to her house.
“You wanna tell me why I’m the one with blue balls and you’re giving the silent treatment?” It was a joke, but apparently the wrong thing to say, because when she looks up at me, her eyes are shining with unshed tears.
“Why do you do this to me?”
“What exactly am I doing to you? Besides making you come on my hand?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve been stringing me along since I was fourteen fucking years old.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I seethe. Does she think I do this on purpose? That I like feeling this way? I want to hate her. I do hate her. But I also just want her. This is her fault. If it weren’t for her, none of the past three years would’ve happened.
“No, Asher, I think I do. You don’t want me until someone else does. But we’re just friends, right? At least, we were. Now, we’re not even that.”
“Because you’re so innocent,” I snap back. “Little Briar fucking Vale. Such a saint. Such a victim. That’s what you want people to think, isn’t it? But they don’t know you like I do. I see you.”
Briar huffs, avoiding eye contact while clumsily slapping around for the handle.
“I was trying to protect you,” I say grudgingly. “Jackson isn’t a good guy.”
“You’re miserable. And you won’t be happy until everyone is just as miserable as you. I’m done.”
“Why don’t you ask him about his list then?” I toss back, ignoring the fact there is some truth to her words.
She gives me an appraising look, probably trying to gauge whether or not I’m telling the truth before she storms out of the truck and slams the door. Her pale hair whipping around in the dark behind her is the last thing I see before I drive off. I can’t be here right now, so I go to the one place I’ve been avoiding since I got into town.