Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I groaned on my way out of the car. “Reassuring, babe.”
“I mean. Not now… Just, you know.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Before.”
“Not the point,” I said, waving at Jade as Bellamy backed over the overgrown lawn and pulled out of the drive.
Zepp’s hand landed on my ass. “Never, right?
“You’re hung up on that, huh?”
“Hell, yes, I am.” His grip tightened. “Let’s go fuck.”
And just like that, my whole body lit up like Santa’s grotto. We went straight through the front door and up the stairs. Zepp’s shirt was off before we reached his room. The sight of all that tattooed muscle never failed to garner my absolute attention.
The bedroom door slammed shut, and within seconds, my shirt was on the floor and my back was against his mattress. Every touch of his hands sent heat tearing over my skin. I could never get enough of him, and it always felt like a dangerous rush. Like no one should want something this badly.
My phone beeped. Then beeped again and again. And again. I reached inside my bra for my phone, and Zepp groaned, adjusting his dick.
“Who the hell is texting you?”
I skim read the series of texts from the unknown number and couldn’t help but smile. This would get a rise out of Zepp. “My new boyfriend.”
On a smirk, Zepp placed his hands beside my head, caging me in. “That so?”
“Yep. Rich boy. Nice car. Bit geeky.” My fingers trailed over each hard bump of his stomach. “Between you and me, I’m going to rob him blind.”
His mouth worked over my throat to my collar bone. He yanked down my bra and traced a path over my skin with his tongue. “Too bad for him, huh?” He bit down on my nipple, the sudden sensation sending my back bowing away from the bed. “Maybe you should send him pictures of what I’m about to do to you.”
“Poor kid would come in his batman boxers.”
Zepp chuckled, his hands roaming over my body while my mind raced with thoughts about that car. About what stealing it could do for me. I’d never actually taken anything for myself, and I knew the money from cars could give me enough to leave The White Rabbit.
Zepp’s fingers went inside my panties.
“I have a proposition for you,” I said.
His thumb circled me in just the right spot, and I struggled to think clearly. “I bet you do.”
“I’ll get that car. You sell it. We split the money.” The words were a rush.
He groaned when his fingers crooked inside me. “Didn’t learn your lesson the last time you made a deal with me, Roe?”
“Didn’t end so badly,” I gasped, sinking my nails into his arms.
His movements grew more deliberate and determined until he pushed me to a point where words were no longer an option because my lungs were straining for air. I broke apart for him, the same way I always did, almost shamefully fast.
I waited until I could catch a breath. “So?”
“So what?” His hungry gaze locked with mine.
“Do we have a deal? Again.”
“What?” He shoved his boxers down. “I’m not trying to talk about that shit right now; I’m trying to get my dick wet.” He moved on top of me, and I placed my palms on his chest to keep some distance. I needed an out. From The White Rabbit. From Jerry...
“Yeah, well, I’m trying not to strip for rich guys who think twenty bucks is worth a grope.”
His chin dropped on a hard breath. Then he moved off of me, flipping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. “Way to kill the mood.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t want in? I’ll take it and sell it myself.”
“I want my dick sucked is what I want…”
“Well, you might have got it if you had just said yes.”
He turned on the pillow to face me, one brow twitching. “I might would have said yes had you not brought up shoving your tits in guys’ faces.”
“Oh my God, Zepp.” Sitting up, I glared at him. “I brought up getting out of it, you prick.”
He moved, bringing his face inches from mine. “When I had my fingers inside you.”
“You were done by then.”
He pointed at his crotch. “Does that look done to you? Fuck my life.”
“I’m sorry my problems are getting in the way of you blowing your load.”
A look of disbelief crossed his face before his eyes narrowed on a groan. “You are fucking impossible sometimes, you know it!” He flopped back onto the bed, then fisted his dick. “Go ahead.” He gave himself a few pumps. “Tell me about your problems, Roe.”
“Fuck you, Zepp.” I wanted to flick him in the dick. “Go spank one out like a twelve-year-old.”
“This bother you?” He glanced down at his crotch, pumping harder.
“No.” Truthfully, even though I was mad at him, there was something ridiculously hot about watching him stroke himself. Tattooed fingers wrapped around his dick, that little piercing making an appearance. Screw him for being so...him.