Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
As I’m contemplating weird things through an alcohol infused haze, A footstep crunches behind me seconds before a large, warm hand slams over my mouth.
I scream against the palm until Kane laughs in my ear like my reaction is hilarious. I was terrified.
“Show me your panties?”
“Get lost, Kane,” I snarl, turning and shoving him so hard he goes back half a step. Well don’t I feel weak. Half a fucking step. That’s it. Because he’s a wall of muscle and I hate him for it. “That’s not cool. You freaked me out.”
He takes me in, eyes lingering on the bare strip of skin at the top of my jeans. Then he strokes my arm from my shoulder to my elbow. “If you want me to stop, you know what you’ve got to do.”
“Show you my panties? You’re sick.” I push his arm away. “Stop touching me.”
“Why? You like it.” His grin is arrogant and gross but it also makes me feel warm inside.
“I do not,” I lie and we both know it’s a lie. I hate Kane Jessop but his touch has my entire body trembling every single time.
With a lingering look he points out, “You’re drunk.”
“A little bit,” I admit, looking at Poppy when she stumbles down the stairs of the trailer and falls onto her knees.
I forget about Kane as I laugh so hard I can’t see straight. I bend over and try to tug her up but she almost pulls me down with her.
“Everything hurts,” she says around a hoarse laugh. We can’t control our hysterics. That was too funny. The little eep noise she made, the squeal that sounded like a pig in fear.
I’m genuinely laughing so hard I cannot breathe. I hug my stomach, still reaching for my best friend when two other girls step over her to enter the trailer. They’re laughing too.
My brother who appears out of nowhere, scoops her up, lifting her until she’s standing and pushes his grinning mouth against hers. They make out with tongues, still laughing which makes it look gross and messy. And I back up directly into Kane who I had completely forgotten about.
“Hi,” I utter turning to face him, still giggling and out of breath. His hands come to my hips to steady me, large and strong and so hot through my jeans. “That’s so gross, right?”
I make a noise in my throat when Kane’s hand tangles in my hair at the base of my neck and yanks. He towers over me, bending my head back, exposing my throat and forcing my lips to part. With hands splayed against his chest I remain still, like a deer in headlights, like a possum before it plays dead.
His eyes hold mine which must be wide like a startled animal. The blue in his glows in the dark and his lower lip shines from where he just licked it. It gives off a menacing glint, like a weapon in a movie, except this weapon isn’t deadly. No, not deadly. This weapon is soul destroying.
“You’re hurting me,” I lie, still startled but unharmed. In fact my entire body is a live wire right now. I’ve been plugged into something powerful and I’m tingling all over. I’m glowing from his touch so bright they could probably see me in space.
“No I’m not,” he replies on a whisper, still holding my eyes. “Wet your lips,” he breathes and I immediately comply, feelings twisting in my stomach as he watches my tongue roll over them before they roll together. He groans, going slightly cross-eyed. “Do it again.”
Once more my tongue tastes my lips and then roll together and he backs me up into the trailer side. It’s cold against my shoulders through the thin fabric of my shirt. His hand presses against the curve of my spine, against my bare flesh. He holds me in place, just in case I run.
“And again,” he orders, watching my face with furrowed brows and a pained expression.
I can feel him against my hip but I pretend I can’t. He’s rock solid and I can’t breathe.
“Again,” he whispers and I hear Poppy and my brother sneak away per Poppy’s instruction.
I do it once more and he gets closer.
“Just once more.” His voice is so quiet, his eyes so focused, his brows furrowed.
“Why?” I ask quietly, and gasp when his hand slides over my ass, grips it tight and yanks my body tight against his.
He doesn’t explain with words, he doesn’t tell me that he wants me. He doesn’t need to. The way he is handling me says it all. And I’m not about that. I’m not going to be his toy, not anymore.
My hand stings when I slap him, sending his face to the side. Nobody has ever touched me there before.
“Not on your life, Kane Jessop,” I hiss in his ear and shove him away from me. “Not if you were the last man on earth.”