Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
I’m not going to hand it over, she does a little jump, attempting to snatch it from my hand.
“Nu-uh,” I say, lifting it out of reach. “I said come and get it, remember?”
For a second, I start to wonder if she’s losing patience with our game, but once again, she manages to catch me off guard when she curls her hand around the back of my neck and hoists herself up. Water splashes up and around us as her knees lock on either side of my waist, leaving a safe distance between by stomach and the space between her thighs. My left arm instinctively bands around her waist to catch her. The movement causes her knees to slip past my waist, and then she’s pressed against me in the next instant. I hear her breath hitch before her wide, brown eyes dart up to mine in surprise. I can feel the fucking heat of her pussy against my lower stomach, and it makes me even harder. If she moved just an inch or two lower, she’d be well acquainted with that fact.
I’ve never been this close to Valen, let alone had her pressed against me like this. In fact, I think the only physical contact we’ve had is when she slapped me upside the back of my head when I pissed her off by making fun of her boyfriend. Or that one time I had to restrain her from breaking Thayer’s door down after he stomped off with Shayne thrown over his shoulder like a caveman.
Valen’s mouth snaps shut, her eyes narrowing as she regains her composure, but it’s too late. I already saw the look. I know it well. See it from girls every single day without fail. Valen may be immune to my irresistible charm and my status and my devastatingly good looks, but she can’t hide the fact that she feels something. And I’m not talking about my cock that’s dangerously close to making its presence known. If she shifts just a little lower…
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say.
“You did that on purpose,” she accuses.
“You came at me like a koala. All I did was catch you. You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Yeah, you’re such a gentleman,” she deadpans.
“And you’re still holding on to me.”
“You’re still holding on to my phone.”
That, I am. In fact, it buzzes in my hand as if to taunt her of that fact.
“Let’s see what Leonard has to say.”
“It’s Liam,” she grits through clenched teeth while simultaneously lunging for—and missing—her phone.
“That’s what I said.” I laugh, stretching my neck backward in an attempt to read the message on the screen while Valen continues to climb her way up my body, the water sloshing around us. Joke’s on me, because I can’t even focus on the words with her slippery skin and soft tits rubbing against me. She smells like oranges and vanilla, like one of those fucking Creamsicles I used to eat as a kid. I want to know if she tastes like one, too.
“Please call me. I know I fucked up, but can you at least let me explain?” I read aloud before continuing to the one that comes immediately after. “Fine. If you’re going to be a bitch about it, then fuck off. I don’t know what you expected.” I look over to Valen. “That escalated quickly.”
I start to hand the phone back to Valen, but my eyes catch another text on the screen.
And if you’re still with that loser, we’re done for good.
Are you fucking him?
Maybe if you weren’t such a frigid bitch, I wouldn’t have had to fuck someone else.
“How do we feel about a little bit of payback?” I ask her.
Valen regards me warily, her eyebrows cinching together. “What kind of payback?” I can hear the hesitance in her voice.
“Just go with it.”
“Go with wh—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish her question. I quickly open the camera on her phone while pulling Valen in even closer. She lets out a shocked yelp, her hands finding my shoulders as I dip my head to bring my lips closer to hers. Our mouths don’t quite touch, but our noses do. I slide my free hand down the small of her back, dipping just the tips of my fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear. Her lips part, just a little, at the feeling. She tries to conceal it, but I can tell by the tiny gasp of surprise that she’s affected.
I snap the photo from a high angle, showing nothing but Valen’s back and ass. And my hand, of course. Without giving her a chance to weigh in, I send the picture to Liam with the caption: She’s a little busy, bro.
“And to add insult to injury…” I power her phone off before tossing it to join the pile of her clothes. She has no idea what I wrote, but she gets the gist, I’m sure. “The only thing worse than knowing your girl is hooking up with another guy is seeing your messages go undelivered and having your call go straight to voicemail.”