Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
My blood fucking boils.
This is a job. This is a job. This is a job.
Try telling my raging heart that.
“I want to kill him,” I tell her, my words dripping with pure honesty. “Fucking kill him.”
“We can’t do this here.” She frowns, no longer smiling. “I missed you, but this is too open.”
I take her hand, threading my fingers with hers and kiss the knuckles before releasing her. “Buckle in, Laundry.”
She squeals when I peel out of the parking lot. I take the turn out of the lot practically on two wheels before gunning it down the straightaway. I smirk at her which, earns me a scowl. So cute.
There’s a building nearby that’s under construction. I’ll hide out there with her for a bit. We pull up and aren’t stopped by anyone. I pull off my sunglasses and toss them on the dash. There are several work trucks parked on the first level, so I make it to the second level before finding a dark spot to tuck my car into away from prying eyes.
Once I shut off the car and we’re bathed in silence, I unbuckle and angle my body toward her. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was being a bitch. She’s giving off icy vibes and is tense as fuck.
But I do know her.
It’s her defense mechanism.
She’s protecting herself.
“Do you know how to delete search history?” she asks, her brows furling.
Strange question.
“I’m sure I could figure it out.” I cock my head to the side and run my finger along her jaw. “Why?”
She swallows hard but leans into my touch. “What about texts? How do I erase their existence? Deleting them won’t be good enough.”
“You’re afraid your dad is going to find out you have a boyfriend?”
Her lip curls up. “You’re not my boyfriend.”
Winking at her, I flash her a smug grin. “Keep telling yourself that. I claimed you first. Don’t forget that.”
Her features darken like she’s in on the secret—which she’s absolutely not. Then, she just lets the comment slide. Sometimes I wish I knew what she was thinking about. Like now.
“He can’t know about what we’ve been doing,” she says with a ragged sigh. “He can’t know about my plans.”
“Plans?”
“Put it this way,” she huffs. “One time, months ago, I researched NYU a little bit. He surprised me with enrolling me in school. Who does that?”
Okay, so yeah, that’s fucking creepy and controlling.
“I’ll call my uncle. If anyone can get information on scrubbing a phone or hiding tracks, it’d be him. You trust me?”
“Yeah, I trust you,” she says with a smile. “Plus, I know your uncle is the mafia daddy or something. His connections are solid.”
“Mouthy brat.”
“You like it.” Her lips curl into something flirty and delicious. I want to taste the sinful smile. “Can I use your phone?”
Her words chill all the heat coursing through me.
“What? Why?”
She looks down at my phone in my cupholder. “The Internet. I need to look something up.”
And chance Sully or Scout texting about her during that moment?
Hell no.
Her hand reaches for it and I grab her wrist.
“Come here,” I demand, tugging her toward me. “I need to hold you.”
I can tell she’s pissed based on the gleam in her eyes, but she allows me to pull her over the console and into my lap. She straddles me, settling herself comfortably between my body and the steering wheel.
Snagging her by her neck, I pull her to me, eager to taste her mouth for the second time today and distract her from using my phone. She moans, the sound needy and raw. I wonder what other sounds I can draw out of her.
“I need to see you,” I murmur against her mouth as I rub my palms under her shirt, caressing her back.
She nods, lifting her arms. I pull her shirt off and then admire her sexy little tits in her pink bra. Leaning forward, I bite one of them over the lace. So fucking hot. She groans, her fingers messing up my hair as she clutches on.
I hook my fingers into the bra straps, pulling them down her arms. She grinds against my cock, seeking the friction we both need.
“When I get you in my bed, babe, I’m going to take my time sucking on every little freckle on your body.” I grab hold of the cups of her bra, jerking them down roughly. “Right now, I don’t have a lot of time.”
She cries out the second I latch my teeth to one of her nipples. I pull back until I know it hurts and then release her so I can dive back in. Tonguing the reddened nipple, I suck and tease away the pain.
She’s no longer seated on my lap but up on her knees, eagerly feeding me her tit, clearly aching for the abuse followed by the sweetness. I take the opportunity to undo her jeans. These quarters are too cramped. I’m not sure how in the hell we’re going to do this, but I’m game to try.