Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Fuck that,” I mutter. “That wasn’t your trouble. That was just my dad being a dick.”
“When my mom and I came home and saw your clothes by the back door we were afraid you’d challenged for rank.” Rayne props up on one elbow. Her breasts shift beneath her tank top, making my dick punch out against my boxers.
I let out a soft scoff. “I’d probably win.” I brush the backs of my knuckles over one of her nipples. It stiffens to a peak under the fabric of her top.
“But you’re still the good son,” Rayne says.
“Hardly.”
“You are. What happened with your dad?”
“Eh. I told him how much I hate Duke. He argued about why it’s in my best interest to go back. We didn’t really get anywhere. He wants me to call Coach Granview and tell him I’m innocent tomorrow.”
“Will you?”
“I dunno.”
“So how did you end up on four paws?”
“My dad suggested we go for a run. That’s his form of bonding.”
“Did he apologize?”
I snort. “Of course not. He never does–which is a big part of why my mom left the moment I went off to school.” I listen for any kind of ache or wound from their parting but find none. “They’re both happier now. That’s all that matters. I’m just sorry they stayed together so long for me.”
“Oh. I wondered.”
“Yeah. Too many unforgiven events must’ve gone down between them. Who knows? My dad can be a real prick sometimes.”
“Mmm,” Rayne agrees.
“But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right, jellybean?” I tweak her nipple.
She squirms, and the scent of her arousal fills the room.
I let out a low growl. “Don’t make that sweet nectar between your legs. I don’t think I can get away with licking your pussy without you making a whole lot of noise.”
Rayne makes a strangled sound and rolls away from me, giving me her back.
I chuckle. “On second thought, maybe I can figure out a way. I drag her back against me and slide my lower arm under her head to clap around her mouth. With my top arm, I cup her mons. “This should work. Right, Rayne-bow?”
She moans against my palm.
“Shh.” I slide my hand inside her sleep shorts to get at her bare pussy. My fingers coast over her slick folds, into the valley below. I take my time, softly exploring, learning all the tiny nooks and curves to her sweet pussy. “I like touching you, Rayne,” I murmur against the back of her head.
Like is an understatement. There are energy bombs exploding from my center outward, waves of lust and pleasure just at having her small body tucked up against mine, at owning her orgasms.
I stroke her until she’s sopping wet, then screw my middle finger inside her.
She scissors her legs around my hand, her muffled whimpers growing more insistent.
“You like that, Rayne-bow?”
She nods. “Mmmh hmmph.”
I love controlling her mouth. Keeping those gasps and moans as restrained as this little body of hers.
I fuck her with my finger, pressing in slowly and easing out, letting her neediness build, working her up into a desperate frenzy. When her hips are thrashing and she’s clawing at my wrist between her legs, I pick up the pace, thrusting faster. She grinds her mons down on the heel of my hand, stimulating her clit.
“That’s it, jellybean.” I keep working her. She squirms and mewls. “Come for me.”
A few more snaps of her hips, and she gasps and tightens around my finger in the sweetest, tightest pulsing I’ve ever felt.
My dick is about to explode, but I shift my hips back from her juicy ass, afraid I’ll actually try something.
I need to be sure Rayne’s ready before I try to get my own satisfaction. This is about giving her relief. Helping her through her transition.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
It’s the justification in my head for what I’m doing, which I know deep down is highly reproachable. But all of my behavior toward Rayne has been reproachable.
And for some reason, every interaction I have with her just makes me hungry for more.
She will end up giving everything to me–every inch of that body, mind, and soul. Soon.
Chapter Eighteen
Rayne
J.J., this year’s senior class president stands in front of my English class. “I’m passing out the ballots for Homecoming royalty. Mark your favorite king and queen and pass them back in.”
Great. The ballot my name is on. Just another day of humiliation for me at Wolf Ridge High.
To make matters worse, Casey Muchmore’s in this class. She’s been notably absent from my fan club since I got a peek inside her proverbial closet. If only I had dirt on every alpha hole in this school. I shrink in my seat. Still, I shudder to think what she might do to me in retaliation for my name daring to be on the same ballot as hers.