Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
She didn’t respond for a bit.
Gem: That means a lot. A whole lot. Like, I’m totally happy that I picked you as a friend and I’m really happy that I’ve not let you knock me off.
Gem: Wanna hang tomorrow?
Me: Yes, so much. But something normal and almost boring. Like studying.
Gem: Totally doable. I’m also very boring as a friend. I’m aware that you’ve not been given the chance to realize that because I’ve been busy with my secret superpower life, but you’ll see tomorrow how boring I can be. School nerd is my disguise. I do it well.
The back of my neck prickled as someone sat in the chair beside me.
I felt him first, so I knew it was Scout before I looked.
Then, once I did, I got all warm.
He was giving the look, the same he gave me as he said, “I’d do it rough, and I’d do you in a way where you’d be screaming for release.”
A release.
I squirmed, feeling that need in me. I could literally feel him sliding inside, and he’d only just looked at me.
I sent a quick text to Gem.
Me: Gotta go. Call you later.
The phone buzzed almost right away, but I put it away and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”
He flashed me a smile, but it didn’t extend to his eyes. Those were still flat. “Got back on the invite list. That your doing?”
“No. I had nothing to do with that.”
He shrugged, lounging back, his feet going up on the edge of the brick circle around the bonfire. His hands went into his pockets, and I kept looking at those hands.
How they’d feel on me.
“I’d do it rough . . .”
“Not going to fuck you at your cousins’.”
My eyes jerked to his, and he raised an eyebrow, but I saw his eyes starting to smolder.
I snapped, though my pulse was speeding, “Didn’t ask you to do that. That’s your role.”
He ignored my last comment, saying, “It was in the look. I can feel when you want me to fuck you.”
That took some air from me. “You cannot.”
His gaze was knowing. “I can. You can’t read me as well, but you’ll get there, which is not something I’m excited about, by the way.”
I opened my mouth and then shut it. I had absolutely no idea how to respond to any of this, but he was right.
I wanted him, and my body was heating up because of it.
I huffed. “This is so annoying.”
He snorted. “Get in line.”
We shared a look until one of the girls shrieked from the basketball court. It broke the spell.
“There’s something messed up about you hitting on me with my cousins just over there.”
“I wasn’t hitting on you, just stating facts.” He shifted suddenly, jerking forward and moving so his feet were facing me. He bent forward, his hands still in his pockets, and his eyes were piercing. “Want the truth? I didn’t know you were here. Alex called me, invited me, and I jumped at the chance. I miss my best friend, and then I walked back here, saw you sitting here with a smile on your face and your legs crossed, and my dick got hard.”
He leaned closer.
His voice lowered. “And I got pissed because I don’t want you here. I don’t want you to be messing up my friendships with your cousins, but I can’t give them up, and my dick isn’t giving you up. So, you figure out the dilemma. Me? We need to do something to get you out of my system because the reason my hands are in my pockets is because I can’t take them out. If I do, they’ll be on you, and I’ll be carrying you to the back of that garage so I can put them somewhere else on you. That’s the truth.”
“Carrying you to the back of that garage so I can put them somewhere else on you . . .”
A guttural sound escaped me, and I had to bite my lip to keep a groan from leaving them.
My whole body was ablaze.
He dropped his voice lower, almost whispering, and he scooted even closer. “I know you’re wet because I can smell it. You have your own aroma, and I’m the only one who can pick it up because it’s meant just for me. I know that, and you’re sitting here, looking all cool and hot, and it’s driving me crazy because I want to make you look messed and rode hard.”
“Stop,” I choked out, thrusting a hand out.
He caught it, one of his hands ripping from his pocket.
The touch sizzled. Hand to hand. Skin to skin.
Our eyes caught and held, and we both knew we just fucked up.
A huge mistake.
He was touching me. I was touching him, and that throb got more demanding. I felt it through my whole body, and images of him touching me more, kissing me, and bending me over flooded my mind.