Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I pressed my head back to the window, like the chilled glass had a prayer of cooling the heat crawling up the back of my neck. “And you haven’t held up your end of the deal yet…” I swallowed, wondering why in the hell I kept running my mouth. “Or the threat you made on day one, to fuck up my life first.” I’m gonna fuck up your life, then fuck you. There was no rational reason that threat should have made me hot for him, but it did.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “You believing I haven’t, proves just how much I have…” His hand landed on my thigh, creeping up as he leaned over the center console.
The citrus smell of his cologne was everywhere. My skin prickled under the intensity of his stare, and I wondered for a moment why I wanted to get away from him so badly.
“Because there is no damn reason you should want me.” His mouth touched mine—almost in a kiss before he grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth. “No reason you should have made that deal...”
I did want him, and he was right; I absolutely shouldn’t. This was beyond the simple rebellious draw of a bad boy. I knew the second I gave into him, he would destroy me. Because guys like him and girls like me… Well, that was a disaster waiting to happen. And that was why I made that deal. Black and white. Lines drawn in the sand. One night. He couldn’t destroy me in one night. Could he?
“I’ll fuck you right here if you want, baby girl…” His fingers were right there, like he was waiting for permission to touch me again. “Make good on my first promise…” His other hand went to the back of my neck, and everything inside of me ignited.
On a sharp breath, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, unsure whether I should push him away or pull him closer. Then his forehead pressed to mine, his staggered breaths teasing my lips—like he was fighting to restrain himself just as much as I was. My lungs screamed, body aching for him. I debated it. Screwing him right here in the front seat of his shabby car. Wouldn’t be the first time I got naked for him in a parking lot...
The bump of bass broke through the tense silence, and Bellamy shifted away. Like this spell was all too easy to break.
A rusted Trans-Am zoomed around the corner of the Piggly Wiggly and screeched to a halt in front of the dumpster.
Bellamy climbed out of the car, going straight to the driver’s side of that car and leaning through the lowered window. I witnessed the exchange of money for drugs, then Bellamy gave some weird handshake before the vehicle sped off.
He had brought me to a drug deal, and I wasn’t even surprised or that bothered. Not like I didn’t know what he did for money. Although, coming here with him was a bad idea simply because being in a confined space with him was not good. I watched him round the front of his car and reach for the door. Even his walk screamed of sex.
The sooner I got expelled, the better, because, one thing was for sure, that boy would ruin me—just like he promised.
Bellamy sank back behind the wheel, then stuffed the crumpled bills into his wallet and tossed it back onto the dash.
I swallowed, focusing on what I came here for, and not his lips—or his hands or—other things. “My dad’s paying Brown to keep me in school.”
“Figured.”
“So… come on. What have you got?”
He slid a hand over his steering wheel. “You got a baseball bat, or you wanna borrow mine?”
16
Bellamy
Friday afternoon, I leaned against the tailgate of Wolf’s truck, covering a smile while Drew went to town on Brown’s SUV.
Glass shattered when she rammed the end of the baseball bat through the back windshield. Then she went straight for the taillight while shouting for Brown to fuck off. And everything about this was turning me on. I was absolutely banging her tonight.
Wolf settled against the side of his truck, tucking his joint behind his ear. “On a level of psycho, I think she’s right up there with Nikki, dude.”
“Probably.”
“All the hot ones are, though…”
Brown eventually shoved his way through the students crowded around the complete shit show, his face puce red. “Miss Morgan!” he stammered. “What on hell’s earth do you think you are doing?”
She propped the baseball bat over her shoulder on a smile. “I figured with all that money my daddy is paying you, you can afford a new car anyway.”
Then she swung at the other taillight, and I should not have, in any way shape or form, found it as hot as I did.
“Damn,” Wolf mumbled. “She’s savage.”