Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Told you I would.”
“Not even five minutes in and you’re already picking fights,” she teased.
“Fuck that guy. He had no right to put his hands on either of you like that.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “He didn’t hurt me.”
“But he could have. He’s lucky we didn’t do worse to him.”
Her mouth moved in a way that made her look naïvely embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to hide her face, but I stopped her, taking a step ahead and catching her gaze.
“I can’t stay long,” I told her. “Have somewhere to be.”
“Right.”
“I came by because I promised I would.” I looked her over in her tight white dress, her cleavage practically on full display. Her hair was curled and her lips were glossed. She looked… fucking amazing. But I would never tell her that. I’d never seen her dressed this way before. Must’ve been the work of her friend.
“Nice dress…but it doesn’t seem like you.” I kind of didn’t like it, but only because I knew other boys would be getting an eyeful of her.
“It’s Kylie’s.”
“So she’s the outgoing one and you’re the conservative?”
“Something like that,” she laughed. “She’s a good friend, though. I love her to death.”
“I see that. You fought for her.”
“She’d fight for me.”
“Good. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Right.” She giggled, sighed, and then shifted on her feet. “Um… I know you have to go soon, but do you wanna grab a drink?”
“Nah… no beer before a fi—” My sentence cut short and her eyes became wide. “I don’t drink before working.”
“Oh. Well how about a water then?” I was glad she didn’t dig or snoop like usual. Her many questions honestly and truly got under my skin. Some I didn’t mind answering. It was the personal ones that made me feel weird as shit.
“Sure. Water’s good.”
She moved ahead, grabbing my hand and leading the way through the crowd. With her grip tight, she walked forward, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was okay.
Normally being in crowds like this tended to aggravate me, but with my focus on her, it wasn’t so bad. I had something to distract me from the hollering, laughing, and sweaty bodies, like those long, tan legs that stretched up to her perfectly round ass. How her sandy brown curls bounced when she walked.
It was hard not to imagine this exact view if she were to sitting on my cock from behind, bouncing on my lap, making me bust a quick load deep inside her pussy. I sighed before we entered the kitchen, my cock now aching, straining at my zipper.
Calm the fuck down, Drake. She’s just a chick.
What was it about this girl?
She drove me crazy, but I wanted to protect her.
I hated her questions, her staring, and her weird looks, but I wanted to fuck the shit out of her?
I didn’t like much about her, but it was hard not to wonder why she’d always been so nice to me. Why even in the fifth grade, she defended me, when she hardly even knew me.
And now, she’d blossomed just enough. Perfect sized tits, a great ass, and hair long enough to pull if I wanted to fuck her doggy-style.
Fuck.
I rubbed my face as we stepped into the kitchen. I had to get that kind of idea out of my head. I didn’t need a girl like her in my life.
She wouldn’t understand my lifestyle.
She wouldn’t fit.
She wouldn’t like what I had to do in order to survive.
Meeting at the counter, Jenny finally released my hand and walked to the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a bottle of water. I laughed as she dangled it in the air, walking towards me with a funny grin.
“Here’s your water, sir.” She handed it to me and I gratefully accepted it.
“Thanks.”
I found an empty spot against the pale yellow wall and pressed my back against it. She stepped to my side, leaning with me and folding her arms. For a while, it was silent between us.
We watched a few people play beer pong at the dining table, while others raced to finish their cups of alcohol, gasping for air like fools once their cups were empty, and then going for refills.
There seemed to be an oversupply of beer. “Who got all this beer for your friend?”
“Oh.” She looked around. “Some people brought their own. But that douche that you guys just tried to pummel—” she pointed back, as if he were still around “—he got the keg for her. She had to resort to asking him since her brother wasn’t able to.”
“College kid?”
“Yeah.”
“Figures.” I opened the water. “Thinks he’s a big shot hanging with fucking high schoolers.”
Jenny laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Right! I’ve told Kylie he kind of freaks me out, but she was happy with him so I only mentioned it once.”