Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Smiling, he retakes the condom and pulls it over himself in one smooth motion.
“Take off your panties for me,” he says, eyeing my thighs.
I push up my skirt and push them to the side.
“No, off.” He slides a finger under the lace and yanks them forward, ruining them with ease.
We both watch the lace fall to the floor.
“Here.” He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up, setting my bare ass on the hood of the car.
“You're so fucking perfect…” He stands between my legs, positioning his cock right against my soaking wet pussy. “You're all I want.” He slowly slides into me, and I cry out from the pain, but I don’t care how badly it hurts.
I want him more than ever.
More than my next breath.
I press my hands against the car’s metal as I adjust to his length, and he holds onto my hips to prevent me from losing my balance.
He fucks me deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and with every stroke, what was once pain shifts into a sweet pleasure.
“Does this feel good?” His lips meet mine again. “Do you like me fucking you?”
“Yesssss.”
“Say my name,” he demands.
“Easton…”
“Say it again…” He slides his tongue against mine, keeping his thrusts steady.
“Ahhhhh.” I tense as my legs begin to shake. “Easton…”
I don’t get the chance to prepare for what comes next.
I shut my eyes and scream into his chest as I lose control, as pleasure consumes my entire body and leaves me shaking and utterly wanton.
Easton tenses seconds later, pumping into me one last time.
We remain entwined, breathing hard, our chests rising and falling as the bass from the party softly knocks the wall.
Placing a kiss against my neck, he pulls out of me and tosses the condom into a trash can. He buckles his pants and then smooths my dress into place.
“Here.” He helps me off the car and adjusts one of my wings. “You should go back to the party first. I’ll go in a little later.”
“Okay.” I head to the door.
“Wait, Scarlett.”
“Yeah?” I look over my shoulder.
“Don’t dance with Jeremiah again.”
I let go of the doorknob and walk over to him. “I don’t want us to go back to the party.”
“Then we don’t have to.” He pulls me close. “Going upstairs to your room is out of the question, though, and we can’t stay in here.”
“We have a treehouse in the backyard.”
“There’s a couple fucking in there already.”
“Poolhouse?”
“Someone is in there, too.” He kisses my forehead. “Come home with me.”
16
EASTON
“You should stay with me another night.” I run my fingers through Scarlett’s hair in the morning. “You don’t have to leave.”
“I have to run to FedEx and scan some contracts for my mom,” she says. “I’ll come back.”
“I have a scanner here.”
“Do you have a fax machine?”
“No, but I can go buy one.” I sit up. “There’s plenty of money in my account.”
“Save it for something that’s actually worth it,” she says. “Besides, I already ordered an Uber.”
I kiss her again and sigh. “I could’ve driven you there, Scarlett. You’re not telling me something.”
“If you must know, I would like to go home and shower, and then put on new clothes, because my boyfriend fucked me all night and I’m pretty sure I reek of sex.”
“He doesn’t mind.” I laugh and help her up before I’m tempted to take her again.
“Here,” I give her one of my clean shirts and a pair of sweatpants, and we change together.
Pushing my window open, I help her climb down the fire escape on the side of my house. I wait until the Uber picks her up from my neighbor’s driveway before heading back inside.
“Why is it all the way up there?” Someone wails in the kitchen. “Like who the hell can reach that?”
I round the corner and see my father's latest girlfriend peering into the pantry. She’s wearing a silk slip that leaves little to the imagination, and a cigarette is hanging from her lips.
As of today, she's been dating him for two weeks, and that’s his longest record so far.
“Hey, Easton,” she says.
“Barbara.”
“Can you grab the creamer off the top shelf for me? Oh, and the caramel too.”
“Sure.” I walk closer and get it for her. “Anything else?”
“Your girlfriend is here.”
“Where?”
“I think the question you mean to ask me is, which one?”
“No,” I step back. “‘Where’ is the correct question. Trust me.”
“She brought muffins and broke down in tears, so I'm making us some coffee and telling her that everything is okay.”
“The word ‘where’ usually means a room or a side of the house.”
“I overheard a girl moaning in your room last night.”
“Why were you anywhere near there, if my dad’s room is downstairs?”
“That's not the point.”
“I’m not into older women.”
“And I’m not into boys.” She scoffs. “I know that boys and men don't tend to value monogamy and honesty as much as we women do, but karma eventually will bite all you cheaters in the ass.”