No Prince Read online Stevie J. Cole, L.P. Lovell

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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Like an eclipsed sun, he blocked out everything that wasn’t him until even my cold heart beat a little faster, pining for the very thing I hated. And that hate was always a tentative, fine line. The more he annoyed me, the more this thing between us crackled to life, whispering sordid promises into my ear.

In the dark, his eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss, one that I found myself tiptoeing the edge of.

“I’m trying to decide where I’ll fuck you first.” His whiskey-laced breath fanned across my lips, causing heat to unravel in my stomach. “On the hood of your boyfriend’s shiny car or one I steal.”

His words trickled over my senses like warm liquid. I should have pushed him off or walked away. Anything—anything but played his game. Yet, I craved this dangerous dance between us. And alcohol made me brave.

“You gonna steal something pretty just for me?” I snaked my hand over his hard chest, then lower. The whiskey in his hand dropped to the leaves with a muffled thud. When I tilted my chin back, Zepp looked at me like he was about to snap. “Because that Vette really does it for me,” I whispered.

He fisted my hair, dragging my head to the side and placing his lips by my ear. “I bet he doesn’t even make you come.” The deep rasp of his voice pulled at something in me.

“What if he’s better than you?”

An arrogant smirk crept across his face, before his hand skimmed up the back of my thigh, fingertips teasing the hem of my shorts. My breath caught as heat shot across my skin. Part of me wanted to know what it felt like to be desecrated by Zeppelin Hunt. But the bigger part refused to be another notch on his metaphorical bedpost—no matter how hot he was, or how much beer I’d drunk.

“I’m not Leah Anderson.” I grabbed his wrist and tugged his hand away. “You’ll have to work a little harder than that to get into my pants.”

“I really don’t think I will.” His nose skimmed along the side of my throat, warm breath heating me in places I wish it didn’t. The arrogant dick. “And I would be willing to bet, you go home tonight and play with yourself, thinking about my lips on your pussy.”

I was fast being pushed out of my depth here. Zepp was well-practiced at this, and my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I didn’t like him.

Someone staggered to the tree line a few feet from us, choking and coughing before the scent of vomit reached me, causing me to gag. I was grateful for the interruption, though.

Zepp snatched the bottle from the ground, twisting off the top and taking a sip before he passed it to me. I didn’t even like whiskey, but he had me so wound up, I didn’t give it a second thought. I pressed the bottle to my lips and took a hefty swig while I let Zepp Hunt lead me from the shadows and back to the party like he owned me.

Fighting him was pointless. He always won because I’d sold my soul.

For three whole months.

For a shitty car.

9

Zepp

Never in my life had I met the challenge I had in Monroe. I glanced around the party, unable to ignore the stares of several girls. It would be easy enough for me to bang my frustrations out with someone else. But unless it was Monroe in my bed, at this point, my ego wouldn’t like it.

For the last half hour, I had sat on Wolf’s tailgate with her, neither of us saying a word.

She snagged the bottle from my hand, draining it of the last drop before it hit the ground with a thud.

“I swear, Roe. If you throw up…”

Flipping me off, she hopped down from the tailgate and headed toward the bonfire. A shitty pop song blasted through the speakers, and she tossed her hands up and moved in beat with the bass. God, she had to be shitfaced if she was dancing. She lasted all of two minutes before some guy moved behind her, eyes on her ass.

Like hell I was letting him dance with her.

I jumped off the tailgate and shouldered my way through the people dancing, slipping right between him and Monroe. One stern look from me and the pussy retreated, his tail tucked like a stray dog.

I gripped her waist, leaning down beside her ear and inhaling the scent of the bonfire mixed with her sweat. “If your clothes were off, this would be a hundred times better.”

Her nails raked across the back of my neck as she pulled me closer. “Right here?” Her ass pressed against me when she circled her hips. “In the middle of a party?”

“Why not?” My fingers tightened on her sides, my dick drawn to her like a magnet. “I would make it worth your while, Roe.” I pressed my lips to her throat in a kiss. “I really would.”


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