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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“But you did.”

“And you wouldn’t let me apologize. How long have we been friends?” He stared at me like he wanted an answer. “You can’t give me one mistake? So freaking stubborn.” We had been friends for a long time. In some ways, Chase had been the most consistent thing in my life.

“Fine, I accept your apology. You’re still a prick. Better?”

A small smile touched his lips, and he pushed a book in front of me. “We gonna do this project now, or what?”

“Fine.”

By the time the bell rang, we barely had an outline together. Chase glanced up while gathering his books. “Guess we’ll need to work on this outta class, huh?”

“I guess.”

On a smile, he left the classroom. I stood beside my desk, clutching my books to my chest before I finally filed into the hall. Chase was my friend, and there was nothing Zepp could say to change that, but I wasn’t excited about the guaranteed level of psycho this would trigger.

Zepp leaned against the wall outside of the classroom. His arm immediately came around my waist, creeping lower until it was on my ass. “All I’ve thought about this morning was fucking you.”

Heat spread over my skin. I had so little control over how my body reacted to him; it was embarrassing. “I’m not fucking you in the girls' bathroom, before you ask.”

“What about the art supply closet?” We were still walking down the hall when his lips pressed against my throat. “I don’t know if I can wait until after school.”

“You waited for weeks,” I said. “You can manage a few hours.”

He pressed me against the nearby lockers, caging me against the metal. My pulse picked up at the memory of his body over mine, now branded into my mind.

“I really can’t.” His nose skirted along my throat, warm breath fanning over my skin while he pressed against me. “Come on. Give me five minutes.” He nipped at my neck.

My fingers gripped his shirt as my pulse skittered. He was persuasive; I had to give him that. His touch trailed down my side, my thigh, then disappeared beneath my skirt. My breath caught when his fingertips brushed against me. “You’re wet, Roe.”

I was. In the middle of the hallway, with Zepp’s hand between my legs, my heart ready to bang out of my chest at the idea of getting caught.

He pushed into me. “I could just fuck you right here…”

I clamped my thighs around his hand, but it did nothing to stop him. “You’re awful.”

“Not what you said the other night.” Another thrust of his fingers. A door at the end of the hallway opened.

“Mr. Hunt!” Mrs. Smith shouted. On a smirk, he pulled away his hand, then spun on his heel to face the teacher, now storming down the hall. “What are you thinking?”

“That I wanna fuck my girlfriend.”

I wanted the floor to swallow me. God, he really was awful.

She froze mid-stride, her weathered face reddening. “That’s detention! Come by my class to pick up your slip.”

“Whatever.” He waved her off, then turned back to me and grabbed my hand. “You coming over after school since I can’t fuck you in the school?”

I shook my head on a smirk. “After your detention?”

“I’m not picking up the slip.” He gave me another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist. “God, you make me crazy.”

My stupid heart tripped over itself. Then he pushed away, ducking into one of the classrooms.

27

Zepp

The last three hours of school almost had me in the bathroom, jerking one out just so I would last more than five seconds when I finally got inside Monroe. I had sped through Dayton, weaving in and out of traffic until Monroe punched me.

My dick pressed against my zipper, begging to get out as I slid the chain lock on my front door into place. I could honestly say I had never wanted a girl so badly in my life. It wasn’t ten seconds later that I had Monroe’s clothes off and her naked body plastered to the couch, my face between her thighs. “You’re evil, you know it?” I said before swiping my tongue over her. My dick felt like it was ready to split.

“There’s that saying about good things...” She yanked at my hair, grinding against my mouth.

“Come to fuckers who wait.” I slipped my finger inside of her, feeling her tighten around me. She was so close. “Right, Roe?”

“I…God.”

I licked and bit at her, bringing her right to that edge before I stopped. Then I sat back on my heels and swiped the back of my hand over my lips.

“Zepp!” she said on a frustrated groan.

“Like waiting?” I shot a smart-ass grin at her before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.

She yanked at my belt, shoved my boxers down, then fisted me. “You’re a dick, you know it?”


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