Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I yank a white tank top on and then my uniform blouse. It’s not quite uniform—appropriate, but I’m guessing the school would have more of a problem with me coming to school with my freaking nipples showing through my blouse than wearing a tank top under it. I tug the skirt up, and my knee-socks, before I mutter to myself and go for my workout drawer. Fuck it, I’ll wear running shorts under my skirt, no one would ever—
I blink.
Motherfucker.
The gym shorts are gone. All of them. As are my regular shorts. As are my cutoffs, and my yoga pants, and my tights. Fucking anything I could possible wear under my skirt for some sense of modesty is gone.
I seethe as I storm from my room, right down the hall to his.
“Jamison!” I yell, pounding loudly on his door. There’s no response, so I just grit my teeth and keep pounding.
“Open this door right now you fucking dick!”
When there’s still no response, I swear to myself before I try the knob. Unlocked. I slam the door wide open and storm in, but it doesn’t take long to realize he’s not here. Still, I go right over to his own dresser, digging through it for my stuff. There’s not a stitch to be found, of course. Nothing in the closet either, or under his bed, or anywhere I look. I mean he’s even gone so far as to hide his own shorts and boxers, just in case, I guess, I’d be desperate enough to put those on.
Son of a bitch.
I storm down to the garage but he’s not there either, which just leaves one place. Jamison Scott, for all of his anti-everthing and general give-no-shits attitude, is actually an avid swimmer. And we’ve got a pool house.
Sure enough, that’s where I finally find him, doing laps. I pause, swallowing as my eyes drag over his muscled, inked body moving sleekly though the water. Blushing, I wipe the thoughts of that kiss away before I storm over to the edge.
“Jamison!”
He pauses after the third time I call his name, and when I yell it again, he looks up and yanks his swimming goggles off. He grins when he sees me and swims over, resting his muscled arms on the edge of the pool.
“Coming in for a dip?”
“Where are they?” I snap.
“Where’s what?”
“My panties, asshole,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Oh, am I in charge of your panties now?” He grins. “What’d I do to get that gig?”
“Stop it,” I mutter. “Where are they, Jamison. I have to get to school soon, and this isn’t funny.”
“No, see, I disagree. I think it’s quite funny.”
“Asshole,” I mutter. “Where are my—”
“No idea.”
He just shrugs, and I scowl, marching closer to the pool with my hands planted on my hips.
“Listen,” I spit out. “This prank war is over, okay? I’ll pay for the fucking car, but this is—”
I frown, scowling at him when I realize he’s not even bothering to look me in the face. He’s looking a lot lower, and for a minute, I think he’s just being a dick and looking at the ground, before suddenly, I realize he’s looking higher than that.
Suddenly, I realize his eyes are actually locked right between my…
I gasp as the realization hits me.
…I’m standing on the edge of the pool, right above him, wearing a skirt and no panties. Which means Jamison Scott is looking right up at my bare pussy.
I yelp and jump back, and he chuckles, but it’s a faltering laugh. It’s a laugh like he wants to laugh to cover something else. A growl, maybe. And when I look at him, and see the fire raging in those eyes, I feel a spike of heat blaze through me.
“Jamison—”
“Better get to school, Moaner,” he growls. Except, it’s a much darker, much hungrier growl than the light-hearted teasing from before, and I swallow thickly, my face red.
“Give me my underwear back.”
“Nope.”
I glare at him, pursing my lips.
“You know what? Fine,” I spit.
Jamison looks surprised.
“What,” I smile sickly sweet at him. “You didn’t think I’d go to school anyways?”
A grin teases the corners of his lips.
“No, I didn’t.”
I smile, turn, dangle my car keys over my shoulder, and without another word, waltz away.
Feeling alive. Feeling wild. Feeling naughty.
And knowing that Jamison Scott just saw my naked pussy, and knowing that he’s watching me walk away, knowing I’m not wearing a thing under my skirt has me feeling something else, too.
…Wet.
8
Jamison
Holy fuck.
The image of her bare, sweet little cunt is burned into my fucking head. Seared across my retinas. And the more I think about it, the harder and more swollen my cock gets.
Pink, pouty lips shaved bare with this little dark triangle of hair right above her clit. I mean, evolutionarily, I understand that vaginas are supposed to be attractive to guys. But Ramona Weiss is something else entirely, and she’s got a tight, sweet, pretty little pussy that puts other pussies to fucking shame.