Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Lucy, however, smiles and grabs my arm, dragging me to the queen bee’s table. I’m about to twist myself free and leave as I usually do to avoid their brand of fat-shaming and veiled racist remarks, but something stops me.
Or rather, someone.
The cheerleaders are sitting with the football team. Meaning, Sebastian and his teammates.
Only his broad back is visible from this distance, but it’s enough to make my throat dry and my limbs jittery.
It’s enough to push me back in time until my presence is filled with him.
This shouldn’t be a surprise since the football team often sits with Reina and her favorite cheerleaders. Apparently, it’s a habit they’ve kept from their high school days since Reina’s fiancé used to play with them.
Of course, I often avoided this setting like the plague. Not only because of the cheerleaders’ venomous tongues, but also because I wanted to keep some distance between me and the football team.
It failed, anyway. And now, this situation is reaching heights I didn’t think were possible.
I let Lucy drag me to the table. My breathing quickens, deepening and hollowing as I catch a glimpse of Sebastian. He’s throwing French fries in his mouth as he listens to Owen talking animatedly about a bear.
He’s just eating fries. The act is so simple, yet I can’t stop staring at the scene. His Black Devils jacket stretches over his broad shoulders and developed chest and arms. His lean fingers close around the fries before he brings them to his mouth.
I gulp, recalling those same fingers inside me as that sensual mouth uttered the most degrading yet arousing things I’ve ever heard.
Since I first met Sebastian, I always found him beautiful with his dark blond hair, his sharp features, and eyes that resemble the most exotic sea to ever exist. But I didn’t realize how dangerous that beauty was until I couldn’t see him.
I didn’t realize how damning it could be until he took from me over and over again.
There are degrees in beauty that move beyond the physical and he now holds a new peak.
Because I don’t see his muscles as just eye candy. Now, it’s a weapon. His entire body is, from his mouth to his big hands to his huge cock.
Sebastian slowly lifts his head and I freeze as his eyes meet mine, trapping me in their depths and the pause in his movements. Then he smiles and winks like he’s been doing over the past couple of weeks.
“Come here, Lucy.” Brianna makes a room for my friend on her left and Lucy gives me an apologetic look as she inches over to her designated place.
Brianna takes a slurp of her Diet Coke. “As you can see, there’s no place for you, Naomi. Shoo.”
Snickers erupt from some at the table. Sebastian, however, isn’t one of them.
Thank God.
Reina remains calm, too, as she silently chews her salad before she addresses me. “It’s not like you want to join us, anyway, is it?”
“No, thanks. My bitch battery is full for the day.” Now that I’ve had my fill of him and made sure that this is reality, I can head to the garden and eat in peace.
I turn to leave when a strong hand wraps around my wrist and brings me to a screeching halt.
My lips part as I stare back at Sebastian and then his hold on me. He’s grabbing me like when we’re alone, savagely, without giving me any room…
My thoughts trail off when his assertive voice echoes in the air, “But I want you to stay, baby.”
Silence falls over the table.
It takes everything in me not to die of embarrassment then and there. No matter how much I think myself above the social game, even I can’t handle being doted on and called ‘baby’ in front of all his entitled friends.
Most of them hate me.
Lucy squirms in her seat, then her eyes meet mine and it’s like they’re begging me to do something. What, I don’t know.
“She doesn’t have a place to sit,” Brianna snaps, twisting her pink lips in obvious disapproval.
“Yes, she does.” He tugs on my wrist until I drop onto his lap. I gasp as I land straight against a warm bulge.
He’s…hard.
Oh, God. At what point during the conversation did he become this hard?
Sebastian’s arms loop around my waist so he’s spooning me from behind. I shift, entirely unfamiliar with the position, but he casually tightens his hold around me. If I’d planned to leave, there’s no way I’d be able to do that now.
Brianna is grumbling about something and Owen is changing the subject, but I can’t for the life of me decipher what they’re saying.
All I’m tuned to is his warmth at my back, the rise and fall of his chest, and his cock that’s throbbing against my ass cheeks.
Or maybe it’s my core that’s pulsing.