Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Ruen?” I slowly sat up, my gaze shifting nervously to the empty doorway behind her. “What are you doing here?” I paused. “Did you sneak in?”
“It occurred to me that you still haven’t forgiven me,” Ruen said as she took slow steps that carried her deeper inside the room.
She’d changed clothes since I saw her earlier and now wore black leggings and a purple long-sleeved crop top that stopped just under her small breasts.
“Fine. I forgive you. Now go before Owen sees you.” There was no way he’d let her in here willingly. Whoever was at the door must have distracted him.
“So, is Jada Dorsey really your mom?” Ruen asked as she ignored my warning and gave herself a tour of the bedroom.
“I don’t know.”
Where the hell was Rowdy?
I strained to listen but couldn’t hear a sound coming from downstairs. I knew he couldn’t have left because he’d only been wearing boxers when he went to answer the door.
Ruen disappeared inside the closet, so I snatched up my phone and texted Rowdy.
Where are you?
Bubbles appeared, and I waited for his response, but it never came. I threw my phone down and stood from the bed just as Ruen stepped back into the bedroom, shrugging off her leather jacket and tossing it aside.
Um…
“What’s going on, Ruen? Why are you really here?”
“Rowdy asked me to come.”
“He asked you?”
“Yup.” Ruen plopped down on the foot of the bed and patted the spot next to her. My heart was pounding so hard that it echoed in my ears as I obeyed. She studied my face for a while and then said, “You’ve been crying.”
I sniffled. “I do that a lot lately.”
Ruen gave me a weird look. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“God no.”
Ruen nodded and grabbed her jacket from where she’d tossed it at the end of the bed and reached inside the pocket for a little baggie containing two rolled blunts and an assortment of pills in different colors, shapes, and sizes. “Want to tell me why?”
“Not really.” I couldn’t relive that shame twice.
“Suit yourself,” she said easily. For once, I was glad that Ruen was an asshole. She didn’t push. She probably didn’t even really care. “Do you smoke?”
“Not really. Rowdy lets me sometimes but only with him and blunts that he rolled himself.”
Ruen nodded, and even though I could see the sarcastic reply in her eyes, she kept it to herself as she removed two of the pills. I was startled when she placed them on her tongue since I was under the impression she only sold drugs. “Do you have music?”
“Sure,” I said slowly. I stood and pretended not to feel Ruen’s eyes on me as I went to grab my phone. “My Little Secret” by Xscape began to play while I quickly checked my messages to see if Rowdy had responded yet.
Nothing.
I sighed and returned to Ruen. “So—”
I wasn’t prepared for her kiss the moment my ass hit the mattress. I gasped, and Ruen was ready for it. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth, and I felt one of the tiny tabs on my tongue for a split second before I swallowed it down.
“Ruen!” I broke the kiss and lunged away from her. My eyes bucked as I touched my throat as if it would stop the pill she’d slipped me from working its way into my system. “What the hell? What was that?”
“Molly.”
I shook my head at her. “I should fuck you up.”
Ruen gave me a small smile. “You can try.” She leaned back on her elbows and my gaze was drawn to her taut stomach bared despite the cool weather. “Or you can fuck me instead.”
“Look, you need to go.”
She stood, and I backed away when she stalked me across the room instead of leaving like I asked. My back hit the dresser, making Rowdy’s and my shit roll and rattle around on the surface.
“Ruen, for real,” I demanded when she stood in front of me. “I already told you I’m not—”
She kissed me again, and I was trapped with nowhere to go this time. I was vaguely aware of her reaching up and removing my head scarf and then pulling the hair clips free, one by one, until my natural curls wildly framed my face and shoulders again.
“You told me what?” she teased between kisses.
“I don’t like girls, and I’m not a cheater.”
“You like me, though.”
“As a friend.”
“Then why are you kissing me back?”
I had no answer for that, and when Ruen pressed her knee between my thighs, I didn’t fight her. The movement of my hips as I rode her thigh was so subtle, I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first. The soft cotton of her leggings provided the perfect friction for my swollen clit.
“Do you remember that night we met?” she inquired softly. “How eager you were to let me play with you?” She softly cupped one of my tits though the tank and bent to lick my nipple. The sensation kicked up the tempo of my hips while Ruen moaned and stretched the neck of the tank until both my tits were spilling over the neckline. “I remember these,” she said with a sly smile. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever fucked on.” She bent again and suckled on my bare nipple, and because she was a little cruel, she bit them too.