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)
She was mad about Nikki. That was a definite win.
I started after her again. “Oh, someone’s salty as fuck.”
“Or—annoyed that her poor choices are coming back to haunt her.”
“Poor choices?” I scoffed, staring at her ass as I followed her between two beat-up cars. “Since when has an orgasm been a poor choice?” Because she came faster than NASA could launch a rocket.
She spun around and jabbed a finger against my chest. “Since the guy is clearly cheating on his girlfriend while giving it.”
I slapped her hand away. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh? Does she know she’s not your girlfriend? Or is it just when it’s convenient for you?” A condescending smirk cut across her lips. “Because no girl is going to chase a guy into a parking lot like that when he’s not her boyfriend.”
The self-righteous, judgmental glare she shot at me lit my short fuse. It wasn’t like she had been Mother Teresa that night, riding my face like she was the Lone Ranger and I, her trusted steed. If this girl wanted to judge my character, then I was absolutely going to judge hers.
I narrowed my gaze. “What kinda girl goes out to a van with a guy who offers her a shitty pick-up line?” Yeah, it was shitty of me...
“That—is not the point.” A slight red tinged her cheeks. “I was having a very bad night. And you...”
“From the way it felt when you came on my face,” I said, “seems I made that very bad night a helluva lot better.” With one swift movement, I pinned her against a dirty car window.
And like I knew she would, she reacted. Latching onto my biceps and pushing, pulling. Pushing… like she couldn’t decide if she wanted me closer or farther away. Rich pricks weren’t as gifted as I was in the arena of vulgarity, so if I had to guess, my ability to make her hot and repulsed at the same time must be a new sensation. So why stop?
“And I’d gladly do it again. Right here.” I moved my hands to her waist, then nudged her legs apart with my knee. “Right now. On the hood of this car, if you want.”
“I…”
“You what?” I breathed against her lips.
Genevieve’s hold on my arm tightened. That’s right, baby girl, try to fight it. The way her chest rose on uneven swells made my dick harder than concrete, and the thought of slipping my dick between her glossy lips sprung to life. My fingers twitched over her sides, the primitive part of me begging to give in. This girl got me going, unlike anything I’d experienced before. I contemplated what filthy line I could throw at her next, but a string of chatter broke through the silence. Genevieve went rigid.
The conversation fell quiet, and I glanced over my shoulder at Nikki, surrounded by a group of her annoying friends. “Are you serious right now?” Her arms crossed her chest while her gaze pinged between Genevieve and me.
There was one way to quickly clear up this misunderstanding, both between Genevieve and me and Nikki and me. “Hey, Nikki,” I said, my hold on Genevieve tightening. “Since you screwed this up last weekend by being a psycho, can you tell her that you’re not my girlfriend?”
Nikki’s eyes narrowed to angry slits. “Fuck you, Bellamy.” Then she marched off, her troop of mean girls in tow.
“See. Not my girlfriend.” I smiled.
With a roll of her eyes, Genevieve shoved me back a step. “You’re a dick,” she said, brushing past me.
She could call me a dick all day long, but that girl was one hundred percent interested, and I was one hundred percent going to ruin her.
3
Bellamy
The screen door slammed closed behind me, doing little to silence my dad's angry shouts mixed with the ruckus of things breaking inside the house. I swiped a hand at my lip, catching a trickle of blood on my knuckle. I had tried to deescalate the fight and gave the asshole just enough time to get one good swing in on me. And I hated that I’d let him.
Crickets silenced when I hopped over the chain-link fence separating my yard from the one behind us. I cut through the tall weeds to the back door.
“Hey! Nash.” I pounded a fist on the rotting siding. “You in there?”
Footsteps came from inside before the click of the deadbolt sounded. Nash opened the door, and his gaze immediately landed on my lip. “Your old man being a dick again?”
“Yeah.” I shouldered past him straight to the sink to rinse off my mouth.
“Where’s Arlo?”
“At a friends.”
Nodding, he grabbed a tattered dish towel and passed it to me. Nash was one of the few people who actually knew how bad it was at home. Partly because he lived right behind me and couldn’t ignore it. He glanced at my house, then back at me. “You should lay him out one good time.”