Campfire Chaos Read online K. Webster (Hood River Hoodlums #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hood River Hoodlums Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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With Cal, it seems measured and safe.

Dangerous but still delicate.

I flick my tongue out, my eyes darting up to meet his, as I circle his crown. The darkening in his green eyes tells me he wants me to taste the bead of pre-cum on the very tip, but he’s not the only one loving the idea of taunting the other. Ignoring his needy tip, I flatten my tongue and run it along the top of his shaft, licking each piercing of his Jacob’s Ladder all the way to the base where his dark hair is trimmed neat.

Four piercings.

God, that’s hot.

I bet it feels amazing. No wonder every girl in this town wants to ride Cal’s dick. I can’t even be mad at him. In Roux’s books she reads, we’d giggle over the girls in the story with the magical glitter pussies that makes all the heroes go stupid for.

Cal has a magical dick.

Complete with shiny jewelry.

“Damn, English,” he grunts. “You’re worshipping my dick with your tongue like it’s a fucking dripping ice cream cone. Stop licking and fucking eat it.”

I laugh, but I give in, sucking on just the crown, savoring the salty taste of what’s to come. He groans when I take him deeper, deliberately letting my teeth scrape over his flesh and piercings. I take him as far as I can go and then gag.

His grip on my hair tightens, making my eyes water. I tense, waiting for him to skullfuck me. Instead, he loosens his grip and pets me like a kitten. Something about the gentle touch brings tears to my eyes. I try to blink them away, but they slide out, splashing on his dick.

“Say the word, Charlie girl,” he murmurs, caressing my hair.

I meet his concerned stare, hot tears still falling and utter one word with my lips around his dick.

Cal.

Fierce pride shines in his eyes. It spurs me on to show him I’m worthy. I dig my claws into his thigh, reminding us both of that fact.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Dinner’s here,” Dad calls out from the other side of the door.

“We’ll be out in a second,” Cal responds, his voice even. “Char’s showing me her rock collection.”

Dad grouses under his breath and then barks out, “Jesus Christ, Hutton. You better not be defiling my daughter under my roof.”

“Never,” Cal says.

Cabinet doors start slamming in the kitchen. I continue to suck Cal’s dick until he lets out a small grunt in warning. Picking up my speed, I ready myself for his taste. He hisses and then his salty cum splashes my tongue. Greedily, I gulp it down, sucking him completely dry.

“Stand up,” he growls.

I pop off his dick and rise shakily to my feet. His hands find my hips as he stares up at me. “You’re mine this weekend. Make it happen.”

“And what about after?” I ask, pulling away.

He rises to his feet and stuffs his cock back in his slacks. Without losing eye contact, he buckles his pants and then steps forward. A strong hand gently grips my throat as he brings his nose to mine.

“Still mine, Hoodlum.”

He pecks me on the lips and then slips out of the room like he didn’t just blow my mind.

I’m Cal’s.

How did this even happen?

Why do I love it?

Will it last?

I don’t have the answers.

I’m not sure I even want them.

All I know is I want him. For now. For this weekend. For after, even though I don’t know how long the after is.

Cal

Roan: Seriously, man, I’m freaking the fuck out.

I stare down at my phone as I pack my bag to leave class for the day. My mind has been on replay of Charlotte giving me head at her dad’s place last night. She fucking obliterated me. I don’t know what’s different about her sucking my dick compared to any other chick I’ve been with, but there is something different.

It wasn’t for show.

It wasn’t some ploy to make me notice her.

It wasn’t some power trip move to show her friends up.

Every lick and taste was her way of showing she craves me just as much as I crave her. It was maddening and teasing. I wanted to yank her up and fuck her right on her bed in a claiming caveman move.

If her dad hadn’t interrupted, I would’ve done just that.

Hell, I nearly did against the side of my truck when she later walked me down to the parking garage after dinner. I settled for a kiss that made her breathless. I’m sure her dad fucking hates me, because he’d be stupid if he didn’t think we were up to some shit in there with the door closed, but he didn’t say a word.

Roan: Stop ignoring me.

I snort out a laugh and reply to my friend.

Me: It’s just your dad. I know you have beef with him, but I thought it was getting better.


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