Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
A groan dies behind my clenched teeth. “Stop.” It sounds pathetic.
“You don’t mean it.” Like he predicted, he works a hand inside my panties and finds just how wet I’ve gotten. “Damn. I didn’t think you’d be this bad. You must really be hard up for somebody to work this pussy.”
I can’t answer. I can’t even make a sound, not when I’m trying so hard not to moan as his fingers slide along the length of my slick lips. It’s so good, better than when I do it myself.
I close my eyes, blocking out the sight of his smug grin, but the scent of chlorine and the whisky on his breath won’t allow me to block out his presence entirely. There’s no pretending he isn’t the one doing this.
“I could drown in all this. Maybe I will.” My eyes fly open in surprise and his smile widens. “What? Does that scare you? The idea of my tongue on you? Inside you?”
Now I can’t hold back a moan because, yes, that sounds amazing. Scary and amazing and so hot. My hips are rocking, grinding, my body trying to direct his fingers to where it aches the worst.
“You want me to make you feel better?” Hayes laughs softly at the way I whimper in response. When he parts my lips and strokes my clit, I almost explode.
“Oh, my God!” I reach up and grab his shoulders, twisting his shirt in my fists. “Oh, yes! Hayes!”
“Feels good, right?” He’s breathing faster now, but nowhere near like I am. My body’s rocketing its way toward an orgasm, and I know I should fight it, but I want nothing less. What I want—need—is to come on his fingers, so expertly stroking my swollen bundle of nerves.
I’m about to go over the edge when he stops.
“Why?” I ask before I know what I’m doing.
He answers by using his thumb on my clit while his forefinger teases my quivering hole. My hips jump up as fresh waves of agony wash over me.
“So tight. I bet you’d feel great around my cock.”
I don’t have it in me to tell him to stop saying those things. I don’t want him to stop, either. I want more, more of everything.
He eases his finger deeper, and my muscles tighten around it. “Yes… Hayes, oh, God, I’m coming!” I clutch him harder, my body going stiff like an electric current’s running through it for a heart-stopping second before the wave breaks and the most blissful sensations roll over me.
“Mm-hm, that’s right. Come for me.” He lets go of my throat, his other hand still in my panties while he frees his hard dick from his shorts. I’m still trembling and moaning softly when he strokes himself close to my face.
The opening of the front door makes us both jump.
“We’re home!” Lucy calls out.
In a flash, Hayes tucks himself back into his shorts. He doesn’t make eye contact before he leaves the room. I hear Lucy excitedly greeting him, and he says something that makes her giggle.
I need to pull it together for her sake, if not for my own. By the time I straighten myself out and leave the study, he’s halfway up the stairs.
Lucy throws herself at me, completely unaware of what she walked in on. “We’re going for ice cream later! You wanna go with us?”
I barely hear the question. I’m too busy wondering what would have happened if she hadn’t come home when she did.
14
My stomach is in knots when I arrive at school on Monday morning. I don’t know what to expect. I never heard from Salem yesterday, which means she’s mad at me. We’re going to have to see each other in English class, so she can’t avoid me forever. Unless she doesn’t come to school. What if that Logan guy was even worse news than I thought?
Something tells me I’d know by the time I walk into the building if Salem was missing or worse. After all, it took a few hours for word to spread about my mom’s engagement to Hayes’s dad.
One of the football players laughs when I walk into the building. He’s tall, thick-necked, and he’s wearing a smirk I’d love to slap off his face. “You looked good the other night at Franky’s,” he sneers while his friends laugh. “Glad I pulled out my phone in time.”
Awesome. There are pictures of me looking like I came out of a wet T-shirt contest. Did he put them online? I probably would have heard about that by now if he had. It’s not like I have all that much going on with my boobs, so no one would be seeing all that much. It still disgusts me, but I ignore him, going straight to my locker. I can’t shake the sound of him and his friends laughing behind me.