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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“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees.” He fisted my hair.

I took a deep breath, swallowing down the knot of unease that lodged in my throat. When I grabbed him, that piercing was the first place my tongue trailed over. He hissed out a breath, his body going rigid.

“Shit.” His hold on my hair tightened, and my confidence grew slightly, and I swallowed him back as far as I could.

Within a few minutes, Zepp was groaning, his fingers tangled in my hair before he pulled away, and I watched him lose control, fisting himself as a guttural sound tore from his lips. There was something unashamedly primal about it, and it made me want him even more than I already did. He glanced up, still holding himself in his hand.

“That look.” He bit at his lip, pumping over himself. “I swear to God, Roe, if you don’t want me to fuck you…”

He looked at me like he would ruin me and want quickly twisted into anxiety.

“I need to take a shower.” I snatched his towel from the back of the door and went into the bathroom.

I got into the shower, with the door that wouldn’t close because the frame was so warped. I had just lathered my hair with shampoo that smelled like pine needles when I heard footsteps, then the toilet seat creak. Someone whistled the seven dwarves theme song.

“That had better be you, Zepp,” I said.

“Are you just moving in?” Hendrix groaned.

“No! You just come in for a shit when anyone else is in the shower?”

“When I have to shit, I have to shit.” God, he was disgusting.

“Zepp!” I shouted.

The floorboards creaked. “What the hell are you doing?” Zepp’s voice came from the doorway.

“I’ve got a dingleberry hanging out of my spider hole, man.”

“Pinch it off and get out!”

The toilet flushed, followed by aerosol dispersing. “There. Pine Mountain Fresh and shit, for the princess.” Hendrix huffed.

“Oh my God.” I rinsed out the last of the shampoo and cut off the water, clutching the curtain to me as I reached for a towel. I wrapped it around myself and grabbed my clothes. When I stepped outside, I found Hendrix prancing around in the hall.

“All yours.”

“I’m turtle heading,” he said, running past me and not even bothering to shut the door.

“Wow.” I walked into Zepp’s room and closed the door. “I don’t know how you do it.”

All he did was sigh and shake his head. “Again. You’re welcome I said you were off-limits two years ago.”

Him pissing on me like a dog without having exchanged a word should have annoyed me. But in this instance, I was grateful. “Thanks.”

I tugged on my jeans and shirt.

“Where do you work?” he asked.

“Uh, Cha Cha’s.” The lie fell from my lips far too easily. The bar right across from The White Rabbit was a reasonable cover, though. “I pick up glasses.”

“You need to go home and get a uniform?”

A tiny thread of panic pulled at me. “Nope. It’s at work.” A locker of G-strings and lingerie.

I felt like shit lying to him. Zepp had done nothing but help me, but that was the very reason I needed to hide this from him. It was a problem I had no way out of. I was so far down the rabbit hole with him; I had no choice but to keep going and hope he didn’t rip my heart out of my chest.

My stomach clenched when he pulled into Cha Cha’s and parked beneath the flashing, neon light. I hopped off, handing him his helmet.

His gaze drifted behind me. “So, you pick up the glasses?”

“Yeah. I have a good fake ID.” It wasn’t a lie. I had to show a fake ID to get my job at The White Rabbit, but no way it was good enough that they didn’t know I was underage. They just didn’t care.

“I’ll be back at what, one, to get you?”

Fuck me. “Two. One of the other girls can give me a ride, though. You don’t have to come out here at two in the morning, Zepp.”

His gaze swept back over to the front of Cha Cha’s with its glowing sign. “Nah, I think I do.”

“Okay.” What else could I say? “Thanks.”

Zepp kissed me before I headed toward the front of the bar, guilt eating away at me. The engine revved, the rumble of the engine fading before it disappeared. I spun around, quickly darting over to The White Rabbit. I didn't want to lie to Zepp, but for some reason, I was his exception, different from every other girl who threw themselves at him. I didn’t want him to know that I was so much worse than any of them.

23

Zepp

The past week had been a blur of blow jobs and heavy petting, and every time I thought Monroe might finally beg me to fuck her, she didn’t.


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