She’s Mine (Black Mountain Academy #1) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Black Mountain Academy Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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She stayed in her room, or more so hid until Sharon let Molly in and she was walking through her bedroom door.

Molly sat on the edge of the bed beside Keira, then promptly fell back, her arms outstretched as she exhaled. Molly had the biggest smile on her face.

Keira smirked. “So, I take it things are good with Ian?”

Molly’s smile grew. “So good. I’m so glad you made me see how stupid I was being.”

“You just realized it was time to be honest with him.” She was glad Molly was happy.

Molly turned her head so she could look at her. “You should have seen his face when I told him everything. He was… happy. So happy, Keira.” A beat of silence passed before she sat up and got a serious expression. “He told me he loved me.”

All Keira could do was smile. “And you love him too,” she said without phrasing it like a question.

Molly nodded and whispered, “So much.”

Keira pulled her into a tight hug and murmured against her shoulder, “I’m glad you both found what you were looking for.”

For the next hour, she listened to Molly talk about her and Ian, the plans they made, the things they both wanted. It was serious, far more serious than Keira thought at first, but the happiness she felt for them both was genuine.

And as she practically felt Molly’s love for Ian, she realized she wanted that one day. She wanted someone to look at her like she could give them the world. She wanted to feel butterflies in her belly every time they were near, even if a decade had passed.

She wanted all of that.

And she wanted it with Reese.

21

Reese shouldn’t have agreed to go to the party with Nate. It was a random one, an out of Black Mountain house party that was filled with booze and weed.

He really shouldn’t have come, but his father had come home drunk as usual. The fighting started, the empty beer bottles being tossed at the wall, barely missing Reese’s head. And all through that, he’d wanted one thing, one person.

Keira.

But he didn’t want to bring that toxic shit anywhere near her. He didn’t want the poison that was his life to infect her. So he'd agreed to come to this fucking party simply to numb himself. And after that, when he wasn’t so volatile on the inside, he’d talk to her, let the sound of her voice talk him away from the darkness.

That’s all it would take. Her voice.

He tossed the cards he didn’t want to the center of the table and shook his head. He was out this hand. More people seemed to pour into the too small house by the hour.

Reese lifted his beer bottle to his mouth and took a long drink from it. It was warm and only his second one for the night. He’d been nursing the fucker for the past hour, not really wanting to be here if he were being honest, because nothing was helping with the darkness he felt.

His mind was on Keira. It always was.

Fuck, just thinking about her got him hard. He couldn’t count the number of times he'd jerked off thinking about her, remembering the way she ground herself on his cock, how she tasted so sweet as he licked her cream from his fingers.

“I’m going to have a smoke. Play the next hand without me,” Reese said and stood up, knowing someone outside would be hitting a joint. Maybe some pot would help clear his head, or at least numb the fucker.

“Good, maybe one of us will actually win a hand with your fucking ass gone,” Sully, the only other person at this party from BMA, muttered.

Reese didn’t know Sully that well, and their interactions had been reserved at parties, but the guy was a douche, a real motherfucker who thought he was better than everyone else because his folks were loaded. The handful of times they passed in the halls, the asshole had a slew of chicks hanging from his arms and a perpetual scowl on his face.

Most of the fuckers at Black Mountain were just like Sully, some even worse, others tolerable. But just looking at Sully pissed Reese off. The dude had a big fucking mouth and didn’t know when to shut up.

That increased tenfold when he guzzled down the booze, which then made him a mean drunk.

Reese didn’t bother responding to the prick, just grinned down at him and patted his pocket. The hefty wad he won was all that needed to be said. And he knew it would further piss Sully off, so there was that.

But hell, Sully couldn’t play poker for shit, no matter how hard he tried to play it off like he did. He was also shit at masking his emotions, which made it far too easy to know if he was bluffing.


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