Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Oh god!” I breathed, squirming more before reaching for my book bag and pulling it onto my lap, desperate to cover the evidence of my arousal. “Don’t look,” I whispered, cheeks burning as I met Jason’s knowing gaze.
“Like I said,” he rumbled, eyes hot on my breasts, his shaft stiff and heavy through the denim of his jeans. Were my eyes deceiving me or was there a wet spot at his crotch too? Like his penis was seeping pre-cum, the mere proximity to me so arousing that his body was already preparing itself for me, preparing to blast into my warm insides?
I creamed more, literally pressing my bag down on my lap now, grinding it against my clit slightly.
But Jason chuckled knowingly, rumbling deep in his throat.
“I think, baby girl, that we’ll be sharing whether or not Brent agrees,” he drawled dryly. “Because your body wants me, that’s clear, and fuck little girl, but I want you.”
With that, he leaned over and kissed me in the truck cab, seizing my lips between his, his mouth commanding and alpha as he took what he wanted. The heat between us ratcheted up a hundred degrees in two seconds, and suddenly I was pressing my breasts against his chest, stroking his strong shoulders, and worming myself closer to his masculine heat when he broke away, eyes alive, staring at me hungrily.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rasped before switching on the ignition and revving the motor. The tires squealed as we pulled once more onto the road, barreling at about sixty miles an hour. And I openly gaped at him, breath coming fast, body excited. Because what had just happened? We’d shared a kiss but it’d been so much more than that. It’d been wild, arousing, and utterly devastating because it was so short.
But Jason ignored me, hands sure on the steering wheel. His blue gaze was fixed on the road, jaw set.
By the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, my heart had calmed a little, but only slightly. I shot the big man a swift look before opening the door, slowly maneuvering myself out of the huge vehicle. And when I stepped onto the pavement, the alpha male was waiting, his big form deceptively relaxed, leaning against the front of the hood with a small smile playing around his lips.
“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rumbled, and with that the bell rang, signaling first period. But inside, I was a trembling mess. When? Where? How? All I knew was that I wanted Jason … no, I needed him. So the rest of the day was a waste. I couldn’t focus on anything, could barely see or hear, daydreaming, thinking of nothing but my situation.
But a hissing sound caught me ear during third period, interrupting my reverie.
“Katy,” whispered my friend June, a bubbly blonde who was more annoying than anything else. But we’d been fast friends for a couple years now. In fact, June was kind of my only friend at this ritzy school. So I turned to see what the matter was.
“Yo, look,” she whispered again.
And now my buddy was jerking her chin to the left, making odd gestures. Automatically my eyes turned to look and I bit my lip, regretting it immediately. Because Jock McMahon was smiling lasciviously at me, openly sizing up my curves, even licking his lips. Oh no. I should have been excited because Jock is a big man on campus, a star player on the football team and a guy from the right side of the tracks. His dad owned a real estate firm in town that did a lot of construction and development, so yeah, as a girl with a questionable background, I should have been melting with desire, dying to get with him.
But there was just something about the football player that turned me off. Everything other women cooed about made no impression on me, or worse, made me nauseous. His blonde hair? It was okay, but he doused it with so much gel that the small spikes stuck straight up, stiff and shiny. The muscled physique? It was way overblown for my tastes, like a gorilla on steroids. But it was his smile that was the worst. Although other girls melted and swooned when he shot a grin their way, I found his smile to be more of a sneer, a twist of his mouth that never reached those green eyes. It was more like he pulled his lips into a crescent rather than a real, heartfelt expression of happiness and joy.
So yeah, I wasn’t into Jock, not at all, and it was just my bad luck that he’d noticed me, nodding and grinning. Sure enough, after class, he made his move.
“Yo Katy,” he grunted, sauntering over to my desk. “How’s it goin’?”
I blushed despite my best efforts but it wasn’t because of his proximity. It was because everyone was watching from the corners of their eyes and silently observing our encounter.