Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
But maybe I should have said it out loud, because in a flash his hand is around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. “You’ve always wanted to make out at the movies with a boy? Is that right? Any boy will do?”
“N-no.”
“No?” he shouts, pinning his forehead to mine.
“I’ve only wanted to try it…recently.”
“Recently,” he repeats. “Explain that.”
“I…well…”
His hand tightens and it’s the strangest thing, but my sex flexes between my thighs, like there is a corresponding electrical cord between my throat and those sore little muscles. I like his treatment, even though it scares me a little. What is wrong with me?
“Explain what you meant, Scout.”
I wet my lips. “Sometimes when I go to the movies with my friends and I see couples making out in the back of the theater in the dark…I wonder what it would be like to do that with you.” As soon as I make the confession, I close my eyes as tightly as possible, not wanting to see pity or laughter transform his features. “I’ve liked you since my brother introduced us, okay? But, you know…all the girls like you, so I figured…I don’t know. Why would you pick a dorky freshman?”
His hand drops from my throat like it weighs a thousand pounds. “You’ve liked me?”
I nod, my eyes still closed.
“Christ. Don’t tell me that, Scout,” he rasps.
“I know. I know. You don’t want to tie yourself down, especially when you’re graduating soon and probably going pro—”
His gusting exhale blows around my hair. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Finally, I crack an eyelid, finding him pale. “I don’t?”
“No.” He spears his fingers into my hair, his mouth roving over mine. “I’ve stayed away because I was trying to save you.”
“Save me from what?”
He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re fucked now. We both are.” His right hand travels down the front of my body, kneading my breasts, right then left. “Nah, I’ve been fucked from the start, haven’t I? Soon as you blinked those big eyes at me. Asking to be corrupted without saying a goddamn word.”
I thought it was impossible for my heart to race faster than it already is, but there it goes. “You…like me, too?”
“Scout, you think I’d agree to protect just anyone’s little sister? Anyone else, I would have told to fuck off. But it was you. It was you.” His hand moves lower, sliding between my sex and the seat, rotating his fingers until my mouth pops open on a whimper. “I couldn’t make it five minutes without fingering you, baby. I can’t get through warmups without balling you on my coach’s desk. And Jesus, the more time I spend with you, the more I just want to talk to you in the dark. I want to know every last thought in your head. I want to be in your fucking head while you’re dreaming so I don’t miss anything. So I know what your subconscious is doing without my permission. I’m broken over you, Scout. And this is only what I’m letting you see.”
My thoughts are racing, connecting dots, seeing our acquaintance through an entirely new lens. All the lingering hugs, the ambiguous looks across the parties, the gravity with which he says my name. I’m barely capable of breathing. Cash Jenner has it bad for me and somehow I’ve been totally oblivious?
“Let me see the rest,” I murmur, shifting my core into his hand, rolling my hips. “Don’t hide anything from me.”
He pulls back, allowing me to see that his pupils are completely blocking out his irises. “Be careful what you wish for, Scout.”
I don’t have time to question his meaning, because he’s pulling back and slamming the passenger side door, stalking back around to the driver’s side and peeling out of the parking lot.
Cash
I’ve liked you since my brother introduced us, okay?
Those words pound in my head like blows from a fist.
Yes, I’ve sent her threatening letters and emails, but those correspondences were the lesser of two evils. Either she stayed single and innocent while I obsessed over her from a distance, or I swooped in like a villain and consumed her entire existence.
She was safer when it was only letters.
There will be no staying away now.
We’ve admitted our feelings. I’ve been inside of her hot little body and found it a million times more potent than I could have imagined. Because she likes being fucked roughly. She likes when my hand is around her throat. She’s mine. I must have sensed our dark compatibility from the start. Does she know how much darker I can get, though?
I don’t know. Is it even possible that someone—a girl who only recently lost her virginity—could think like me? Maybe, maybe not.
Either way, I have to come clean to her.
She needs to know I’m the one who has been stalking her.