Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Is she teasing or is this simply a stall tactic?
Whoa, buddy, slow your roll—of course she’s teasing. Ryann isn’t into you. She’s made that clear a dozen times.
Vehemently.
The fact that she’s lying there in nothing but my tight tee from middle school and those freaking blue panties does nothing but force my eyes to the ceiling so they’re not focused on her tits, which are squeezed inside that shirt.
The bare midriff.
The outline of her areolas.
The long, smooth legs.
If Diego Lorenz isn’t actually gay, he’s the dumbest motherfucker this side of the goddamn equator. Seriously the dumbest asshole I’ve ever met in my entire goddamn life.
Ryann Winters is a wet dream, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and she’s teasing me as if she weren’t waving a steak in front of a starving lion—one that hasn’t had a meal in weeks.
And weeks and weeks and weeks…
She crosses her ankles.
My mouth is practically salivating.
I can’t for the life of me imagine what she’s written, but the curiosity may very well kill me.
“That only your partner knows about.” I find my voice to remind her again.
“Oh, very well.” She’s being demure about it, but I can see the sparkle in her eye. Tension crackles in the air as my eyes move down her torso, over the boobs that don’t fit in my tee, over the belly, the belly button, the…
Ryann’s index finger drifts lower, dragging down the elastic of her panties.
Lower still.
It’s smooth where she’s going, smooth, but how much? Shaven, but how much of it?
Above what I’m sure is the most perfect pussy on this planet, she has written, upside down with an arrow pointing downward, the words KISS ME.
No. She. Did. Not.
“Does that say kiss me?”
If I wasn’t seeing it with my own fucking pair of eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. Never in a million years would I believe it.
Ryann looks like a prude.
Sweaters. Jeans. Hats, mittens, and scarves.
Turtlenecks.
She nods, lips curling into a coy smile I wouldn’t have imagined she possessed. “Yes.”
Kiss me.
Kiss…it.
Our eyes meet across the bed, cards still piled between us, creating a weak barrier.
“Truth or dare,” I whisper, voice rumbling.
“Truth.”
“Do you want…” I drag the words out painfully slow. “Me to kiss it?”
Slowly…
Ever so slowly…
Ryann nods, never breaking eye contact.
Yes.
Uncrosses her ankles.
Raises an arm above her head, causing the hem of her T-shirt to ride higher. I’m not staring at the bottom of her tits, but it’s close, so close…
Fuck my life.
Actually, fuck Diego Lorenz and his fifty bucks.
Fuck my agent and his need for me to be more approachable.
Fuck my brother Drake and those two neighboring nitwits who felt the need to shame us into a sleepover.
Why is Ryann Winters suddenly so…
So…
Mouthwatering?
Drool pools in my mouth, and I swallow.
Hands shaking, cock hardening, I move toward her and, with a sweep of my arm, send the pile of game cards sailing before I grasp Ryann’s hips and position her in the center of the bed.
She watches with heavy-lidded green eyes, mouth in an O of surprise.
Those freckles.
They’re not just on her nose; they’re on her arms and legs, too.
Her inner thigh has a birthmark.
I part her knees, bending to kiss the tiny brown dot. Inhale the smell of her soap or shaving cream or whatever this vanilla stuff is she’s got on.
My hands look huge skimming the sensitive skin of her pale inner thigh, splaying out when Ryann spreads her legs.
Goddamn if I’m not still shaking as I press my nose up the middle of her pussy, listening for the sound of her gasp.
She wants me to kiss it, and kiss it, I will.
I pull down the underwear so I can read the words myself. See the arrow pointing down, down…
Because, like a good boy, I always follow directions.
I can barely wait to get my mouth on her.
I’m practically—
My door flies open.
“Bro, did you know Drake brought—”
Drew stands there like a limp dick, staring at the scene on my bed, staring at Ryann and me as if he’s never seen two people going at it. I know for a fact he watches porn, so I don’t get what he’s fucking gaping at.
I never even have the chance to yell Shut the fucking door before he’s stuttering.
“Oh, shit.” Drew backs out of the room, hands in the air like he’s surrendering. “Shit, dude, I’m…” He covers his eyes with a hand. “Fuck.”
The door slams behind him, and Ryann and I are frozen, my fingers still poised to pull back her panties and go to town like she wants me to.
Now?
The moment is ruined.
Flipping little brothers. They’re the worst.
Mood gone, I begin to move away from her, worried she’s changed her mind now that Drew came in with his cold bucket of boner killer and dumped it on top of us.
“Wait.”
Ryann is propped up on her elbows, watching me, those full tits moving up and down as she breathes hard.