Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I’ve barely knocked on her door when it swings open, and Kaylee pulls me inside by the front of my shirt, kissing the hell out of me. I’m assuming by the way she’s attacking me in her foyer that we’re alone, so I lift her into my arms and walk us to her bedroom, where I can properly welcome her home.
Our clothes are quickly shed, and I’m on top of her, kissing my way down her body until I get to her pussy. Spreading her legs, I devour her, licking and sucking on her clit until she’s writhing under me and coming apart.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur as I crawl back up her body. My mouth crashes against hers, and she moans, loving her taste on my lips. I enter her in one fluid motion, and she groans. I would love nothing more than to fuck her for a long-ass time since being inside her is my favorite place in the world, but it’s been a damn week, so all too soon, I’m coming deep inside her.
“I missed you,” she says, kissing the corner of my mouth. Her legs are wrapped tightly around me, and even though I’m now semi-soft, I can feel her walls tightening around my dick from her orgasm.
“I missed the hell out of you,” I tell her. “Now, tell me about this best idea.”
When her face lights up, I know she’s about to say something crazy, but I’ll go along with it because like Camden said, I’m pussy whipped and completely okay with it.
“You still have your fake ID, right?”
“Yeah...” Since my birthday isn’t until June, I’m younger than everyone, still seventeen.
“I was thinking,” she says slowly, “we should go get tattoos.”
“What?” I say through a laugh. Don’t get me wrong. I’m down for it. I plan to get plenty once I’m old enough, but Kaylee has never mentioned wanting to get anything more than the sexy naval ring she got when she turned eighteen a couple of months ago.
“Something to commemorate our time together,” she says with a soft smile. “I know you gave me this promise ring, but you don’t have anything like that. I was thinking we could get matching tattoos, so when you’re in LA and I’m here, every time you look at it, you can think of me.”
My heart drops at her words. “I won’t need anything to think about you because I’ll be with you.” We’ve talked about this, and we’re in this together. I’m not going anywhere without her. She knows this.
Her smile turns sad. “I didn’t get into U of C. I was waitlisted.”
“But there’s still a chance, right?”
She shakes her head. “I talked to my mom, and even if I were to get in, she doesn’t have the money to help me with college, and any assistance from my dad is out of the question. I applied for financial aid, but because my mom is married to Peter, they count his income, and he makes too much, so I didn’t qualify.”
“Then we can take out a loan,” I point out, refusing to give up.
“And graduate hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt?”
“We’ll figure it out.” I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere without her.
She nods but doesn’t look convinced. “Regardless, I thought getting matching tattoos would be the perfect way to link ourselves to each other forever.”
I want to tell her the perfect way is for us to get married in June when I turn eighteen, but instead, since I’ll give her whatever she wants, I agree. “What tattoo are you thinking of?”
“The same symbol as my ring. Two infinity symbols woven together.... never ending.” She pulls my face down to hers. “Because no matter what, we’re forever.”
CHAPTER SIX
BRAXTON
JUST BEFORE THE PRE-GRADUATION PARTY
“You’re making a mistake!” Dad barks, following me through our house as I get ready to head to the pre-graduation party. “Why the hell can’t you see that?”
I groan, sick of this same argument we’ve had countless times over the past several weeks since I mentioned I might not be going to LA with the guys after graduation. It’s not that I don’t want to be part of the band... I do. But Kaylee can’t afford to go to college in LA, and even if she could, she didn’t get in. If I leave, we’ll be living over three thousand miles apart, and while she’s told me we can make it work over the distance, I don’t see how, when neither of us can even afford a plane ticket to visit each other.
“I don’t care what you think,” I say. “Kaylee isn’t Mom, and I’m not you. We’re forever, and I’m not about to put the band before her.” Everyone who has ever supposedly loved her has put her last, and I’m not going to do that to her. She deserves to be put first.