Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m okay,” he murmurs, his voice devoid of emotion. “It’s Roux I worry about.”
“Roux has you,” I remind him. “Better than your shitty parents combined.”
The line grows quiet, both of us lost in thought.
“You’ll have fun tonight with the guys,” I say. “They probably miss you.”
“I wish it were you coming over instead.” Big, mean Roan is pouting and I love it.
“Me too.”
“This weekend is all about us,” he tells me in a fierce tone. “I’m going to suck on your neck until it’s nice and purple, so no other fuck faces like Tyler Cuntingham will even think about flirting with you.”
Cunningham was flirting with me?
I think back to basketball practice this afternoon. He was being extra friendly, but I didn’t think he’d been flirting.
“Someone’s jealous,” I taunt, laughing at him.
“I’m not jealous.”
“You totally are. This is hilarious. Is he going to be at Campfire Chaos?”
“It’ll be his ass that ends up in the river,” Roan grumbles.
Liar.
He’s not like his psycho best friend.
“It’s cute you’re jealous.” I love poking this bear.
“Not jealous, rat.”
“Totally are, rat lover.”
“Don’t call me that.” His voice is filled with amusement and then it fades. “Dammit. They’re here. Tomorrow night. And if Cuntingham so much as looks at you at the game tomorrow, I’m tripping him. He can fall on his fucking face for all I care. Coach can kick me out of the game.”
“You’re so precious,” I tease. “Defending my honor.”
“Bye, fucker.”
“Bye, hero.”
He mumbles out a “fuck you” before hanging up.
My heart skips several times.
Roan Hirsch is jealous. Because he likes me. Really likes me. He’s possessive and doesn’t want other guys looking my way. I haven’t felt so overjoyed in as far back as I can remember. I’m still grinning when my phone rings.
Dad.
He sucks the joy right from me.
Roan
“Ah, Jesus,” Terrence complains. “Who invited him?”
I squint in the snowy darkness, trying to make out who’s walking toward us. As soon as I see three familiar faces, I tense up. It’s Sidney, Gio, and Hollis.
“Sidney,” Cal tattles. “She invites everyone to Campfire Chaos. It was much better when it was just the four of us. Fucking girls.”
“She’s fucking that nerd.” Terrence nods toward Gio. “Her own clan of bitches have left her high and dry. So I think we should just tell her she’s not cool to come anymore.”
“I mean, she’s not sucking any of our dicks lately, so she’s kind of useless.” Cal’s cold words hit me right in the chest. Before I can respond, Jordy pipes up.
“She never sucked my dick,” Jordy growls. “And you know it makes you sound like total cunts right now. Discussing like a couple of bitches how you won’t invite some chick anymore because she’s no longer sucking your dick.”
I smirk because it’s true. Terrence and Cal are cool most days, but sometimes they act like such douchebags.
“You gotta pay to play,” Cal says, grinning wolfishly at us.
“I think she’s paid plenty,” I grind out as I rise to my feet. “Sidney’s cool. Leave her alone.” After the last time we slept together, around New Year’s, I swore to myself I’d stop using her for sex, because it’s true. Sidney is cool and deserves more than that.
Jordy throws a handful of snow at Cal. When they get into it, slinging it back and forth, I trudge over to where the three of them—Gio, Sidney, and Hollis—are erecting a tent. Gio pauses every few minutes to steal kisses from Sidney. I’ve never heard her laugh before. Not like this—carefree and happy. Her giggles from before were flirty and forced. She’s fucking snorting right now.
Hollis gives me a knowing look. One that says he knows I’d like to be stealing kisses right now, but I won’t. He’s mistaken.
“Yo,” I call out to him. “Want to help me grab wood for the fire?”
No one pays attention as we walk away from the camp area and into the woods. I find a thick tree and push him up against it. My gloved palms find his neck and I kiss his cold lips. He grips my coat, pulling me closer. Our tongues lash playfully until hunger and need take over. I want him. Naked and pressed against me. I want him to fuck me or me to fuck him. I don’t care as long as we’re doing it together.
“Better calm down before someone sees,” he reminds me.
I don’t care if anyone sees.
I just want him.
My lips trail kisses to his neck and I suck on his skin, loving the groans coming from him. I’m marking the porcelain boy’s flesh so that it’s purple and blue and angry looking. Maybe it’ll tell Cuntingham to look away.
Hollis is mine.
I bite his neck playfully. His reaction turns me the hell on. He grips me tighter and thrusts his hips against mine, a needy moan climbing up his throat.