The Perfects Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 79183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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He groans against my lips, then lifts me, pressing me against the shower as his cock presses between my thighs. “I could be the best thing that ever happened to you, and I really think…” He smiles against me. “…you could be the best thing that ever fucking happened to me.”

I pull away. “What about being perfect?”

“Fuck it.” He jerks away the rest of my clothes, tossing them roughly on the floor, followed by his towel, then grips me by the face with both hands. He looks the way I feel, desperate, afraid, uncertain, and full of lust that should be wrong but feels so right. He hesitates briefly.

I give him a small nod. It’s all he needs as he thrusts inside me. “Right? Perfection is so overrated.”

I’ve never felt so full.

So good.

So final.

My head falls back as he keeps thrusting into me. My hands dig into his muscular shoulders, and I know I’m doing something that can’t be undone. I mean, we were supposed to be roommates for how long? Months? Days?

And now we’re literally having sex in his shower.

And I’m no longer afraid.

I’m owning it.

And I’m loving it as his thick cock shoves deeper, harder.

I slump against him in a wet mess of satisfaction, and I can’t even think straight.

Ambrose’s breathing is heavy as he pulls out of me, sets me slowly on my feet, and then lowers to his knees.

“We’re going to be late,” I whisper.

“So let us be late.” He winks from his knees. “Let me be the best boyfriend…”

“But you’re not—“

“—Watch your mouth, princess… My cock may not fit inside it, by the way, but that’s to try for another day. You’re at my house. My school. In my life. And I’m not letting you go, so let me let you go.”

My eyes widen.

And then his mouth is on me again, his tongue inside me.

Is this for real?

His hands dig into my ass.

And I’m there for him in so many ways I don’t even know how to process until I’m orgasming against a tongue that should be illegal and a boy that shouldn’t know all the ways to get arrested.

I laugh.

He stands. “Ladies first…”

I get out of the shower and think, best I’ve ever had, shower and… him.

Ambrose.

I’m in deep shit.

Chapter Five

Ambrose

I can’t believe I did that.

Literally, the entire dialogue in my head as we drive to school.

I reach for her hand.

She reaches back.

My phone’s been blowing up like I’m some celebrity and at this point, after being with her this morning, I kind of want to swing my cock around like a total dick.

Because I have her.

I need her.

I want her.

She’s mine.

Fucking mine.

I feel defensive. I feel territorial, and I wonder why I’ve never felt this way until now, and then I glance over at her… it’s not just her beauty, it’s her ability to fight me back, her openness.

Fuck, ladies first, I’d go to my knees for days for this girl.

And I barely know her, which makes me seem like I’ve lost it—but fuck let me lose it in her first.

Please.

I’m nervous for no reason.

I haven’t responded to any of my friends’ text threads and kind of feel like kind of an asshole for not saying anything, but is it wrong to want to keep this to myself? To keep her?

I pull into my usual parking spot and kill the engine.

Today, for the first time in forever, I don’t want to burn the school down. I just want her to have a good day.

I want to have a good day too.

Then I want to end it with her in my bed.

I sigh. “Welcome to Hell.”

She nods. “Aren’t all High Schools hell?”

“Good point.” I love the way she bites her lower lip before opening her door and getting out. Never have I ever… a game I’ve played several times, seen a girl look so fucking hot in a schoolgirl uniform.

Seriously though.

I quickly lock the car and follow her, my hand on the small of her back as we weave our way through the crowds. Girls are staring, guys are staring, faculty is staring.

We need Captain America’s shield or something.

She ducks her head, and then she leans into me, and I’m letting her because I want to make a point. Nobody messes with what’s mine.

And even though it’s new.

It’s still a thing.

I pull her closer as we open the doors to the main hallway, and it’s like time stops as my friends’ jaws nearly come unhinged.

I haven’t dated anyone since my ex Hailey, it’s been at least a year, if not more, and the minute we pass her, I almost want to salute her with my middle finger; she looks so jealous.

Belle isn’t just gorgeous; she has this purity about her that Hailey lacks—that most girls lack. It’s in the way she laughs, she smiles, and she’s not afraid to be herself, even if that means having a jackass like me next to her or kissing the hell out of her in the shower.


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