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)
This was fresh rage, and I seriously doubted it was over sucking my dick. And I wanted to know exactly what it was over. “And it was a decent blow job at best.” That was a lie. It was the best motherfucking blow job I had ever had.
“Well, don’t worry. It won’t be happening again.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m done with you, Bellamy.”
And that, I wouldn’t stand for. No way in hell would I let this girl be done with me so she could ride off into the sunset with some Barrington prick. Not when she’d put me through pure hell and misery.
“Nah, baby girl.” I closed the space between us, pressing my sweaty chest against her folded arms. “You’re not done with me.”
“Why do you care? I hear you have a new Barrington girl to entertain you.”
I fought the smirk that wanted to rip across my face. She’d only care about a girl if she cared about me—but then she was messing around with Bennett, and the little bliss of victory deflated like a popped balloon. The girl was making me crazy.
“Bet it would thrill Bennett to know my conquest of other women has his girl all livid with jealousy,” I said as I swept a piece of hair behind her ear. All I could think about was how good her lips felt against mine—how good they felt wrapped around my dick, my hands in her hair. But above all else how much I wanted this—this push and pull between us. I trailed my fingers down the column of her throat, resisting so many things I wanted to do to her. “I guess he’s not quite figured out how to make you come as hard as I do, huh?”
She finally slapped my hand away. “I didn’t come the second time. Just got used. So, I guess we’re even now.”
The sting that accompanied that comment was unexpected. Because I didn’t want her to think I’d used her. Last night, I had been pissed and, as much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, jealous. All night I’d watched Bennett touch her, watched her smile at him with her legs wrapped around his neck in that pool, and I had snapped. Had Bennett not interrupted us by banging on that door—I have no idea what may have happened or how this may be different right now. But he had, and I’d defaulted to the part every girl expected me to play—the part of the non-caring asshole so I didn’t look like the one with a weakness.
“Stop with the bullshit, Drew. I wanted to use you just as much as you wanted to use me.” That was a vague enough response that she could take it however she wanted. One that was safe, and made it seem like I was no more invested in whatever this shit was than her.
“Like I said, we’re even.”
Even. Hell no we weren’t even, and I sure as hell wasn’t done with this. I doubted she was, either. “You think blocking my number’s gonna fix this?”
She ducked her chin to her chest. “I think it’s best if we stay away from each other.”
Best? Probably. But how often in life did anyone do what was best for them when the shit that would kill them was so much damn fun.
The spray of the garden hose shot past me to the half-dead rose bush. “What’s the gas station lady doing here?” Arlo ran up beside me.
“Just leaving. Go water the plants by the house.” My gaze was honed in on Drew. On every breath, each small tic of her jaw. “Now, Arlo.”
“You’re a butthole!” he huffed before I heard water spray against the siding.
Drew was still right there because, just like me, I’d bet she hated this just as much as she enjoyed it. There was something about her I couldn't get enough of, and I was pretty sure that made me batshit crazy.
I leaned down and touched my lips to her ear. “You know damn well we won’t stay away from each other.” I latched onto her arm. “Don’t fool yourself, baby girl.”
She attempted to pull away, and I yanked her right back, then placed an arm across the small of her back, trapping her small frame against me. “And you know how I know you won’t leave me alone? Because you’re defiant, and you crave this kind of fucking chaos that your daddy’s money can’t buy.”
Her hands went to my chest. Her lips were close enough that I could taste each uneven breath. Part of me wanted to kiss her while the other part of me wanted to fist her hair and fuck her into willing submission. But before either could happen, a stream of cold water pelted my side.
My muscles tensed, and Drew jumped back on a scream.