Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
She opens up for me like all the others do and then moans. I wrap my other hand around her waist and pull her into me, gently grinding my hardening cock into her lower stomach, letting her know that we can go as far as she wants. Right here and now. The fact that we’re on school property hasn’t stopped me before.
Her hands wrap around my neck while her tongue dances with mine. Her kiss tastes like strawberries, and I know it’s her lip gloss. The same one that all the girls wear. I swear they pass that shit around to one another. It’s step one in how to be a slut.
Her fingers dig into my hair, and she moans loudly. I groan in response, holding her tighter against my achingly hard cock. I go to pull away, to look down at her, but she won’t release me. And I can’t push her away. My feet work on their own, and I’m pushing her backward. She whimpers into my mouth when her back hits what I’m guessing is a wall, stopping our movement.
I pull away quickly. We both stand, breathing heavily, and I look over her heavy eyes and parted, wet lips. I run my thumb over them while my eyes drop to the blue shirt she wears. It matches the color of her eyes. Her tits rise and fall fast as she continues to pant from our kiss.
I cup her face, then run my fingers down over her chin and to her neck. Her pulse races under my touch, and I lick my wet lips, wishing I could carry her off to my SUV and fuck her in the back seat because I want more. What can I say? I’m a greedy motherfucker. I don’t like to wait for something when I know I can have it. And I can have her. Now. But instead, I take a step back, then turn and walk away from her. Always leave them wanting more.
Making my way back across the parking lot to my Range Rover, I ignore my hard fucking dick straining against my jeans and catch sight of Eli leaning up against the passenger door talking to Demi. She has her head thrown back in laughter when I approach them.
“What did I miss?” I ask.
Her laughter cuts off, and her blue eyes settle on me. I watch them turn hard as stone. She ignores me and looks at Eli. “I’ll see you around.” She slaps his chest playfully and then walks off.
I make my way around the front of my car. “She’s too young for you, man.”
He laughs at that, but his eyes stay on her bubble ass as she sashays across the parking lot with her long blond ponytail bouncing across her back. “The best ones always are.” Then he turns, gets into the passenger seat, and winks over at me. “That’s what makes them so much fun.”
CHAPTER TWO
DEKE
Present- Eighteen years old
I PULL MY Range Rover into the driveway and look down at my phone ringing in the passenger seat. Fucker lights up my screen, but I press ignore just as I have the other hundred times he’s called me. I have nothing to say to my father. And I know he has nothing to say to me either. He just hates that I won’t answer him—my lack of respect for him knows no bounds.
Grabbing my phone, I get out of my SUV and walk into my best friend’s house. I live with him, his little sister, and his fiancée. We all moved to Austin, Texas, three months ago after high school graduation. Cole and I attend the University of Texas on swimming scholarships. Austin, his fiancée, is still trying to decide what she wants to do with her life.
I throw my gym bag down at the front door, and call out, “Cole?”
That stupid Halloween decoration Austin put out makes a noise when you activate its motion sensor. The fucker gets me every time I come in late, drunk off my ass. Pretty sure I threw it away last weekend, but she found it and put it back. Its red eyes glare up at me with its ugly mouth open, showing off its vampire-looking teeth and growling at me again. The first time I saw it, I thought the damn thing was a ghost, but I’m not even sure what the hell it’s supposed to be. Austin seems quite attached to it, but I’m hoping to get rid of the thing before Halloween next year.
“Kitchen,” he answers.
Walking down the hallway, I take the first right, entering the kitchen to see him bent over at the stainless fridge looking for something to eat. “I’ve got plans for us tonight.”
He groans. “I don’t feel like going to a party.”
“Even better.”
Straightening, he shuts the door and turns around to face me. His blue eyes give me a pointed look as he tears open a container. My best friend hasn’t been himself lately. His temper is shorter, and his mood darker. Worse than usual. Cole Reynolds has always been a ticking time bomb, but there’s more to it now. And I hate that he hasn’t come to me about it. Things just haven’t been the same since we left Collins.