Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
I like you.
She kisses my eyelids, soft and gentle, caressing my cheekbones with her thumbs as “Dark In My Imagination” drifts through the speakers.
“Are you hurt?” she says in a small voice, kissing my face everywhere. Little pecks, and it feels better than anything.
She pulls up my T-shirt. “Take this off.”
I lift my arms and let her pull the wet shirt off of me. She drops it into the back, and her eyes roam, following the trail of her hands as she checks my body in the dark car.
Her nails graze the brush burn on my ribs, and I draw in a sharp breath. Shit. I didn’t feel that till just now.
She jerks her eyes to me, yanking her hands away. “Baby.” She kisses my mouth, its corners, my jaw… “Where else does it hurt?” she asks.
Everywhere. Nowhere. My head. My nerves. My heart. My fucking gut.
She kisses the scratches on my collarbone. Flicks her tongue out and licks the cut on my lip and leaves the softest touches of her mouth on my neck.
My cock swells, and I groan, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer.
“Aro…” I whisper, the heat of her body seeping through my wet jeans.
“Does that help?” She kisses my forehead.
But we start grinding, and I can’t feel anything past her on top of me. I grip her hips, mesmerized as I watch her body move. I don’t want to ever look at anything else.
She rolls her body into me, holding the back of my neck as her forehead touches mine again, and I can almost taste her mouth.
She kisses my face, my cheeks, my temples, and I tip my head back, pushing her mouth to my neck. “Hurts there,” I tell her.
Kiss me everywhere.
She nibbles and sucks, trailing the tip of her hot tongue up my neck to my earlobe. I slip my hands under her shirt, touching her smooth stomach.
“You like me?” She bites my ear so soft, chills crawl my arms.
I nod.
“You trust me?” she asks. “You trust that if I hurt you, I didn’t mean to?”
Again, I nod. I know she wasn’t trying to hurt me at the track when she chose them.
“Look at me.” She tugs my bottom lip through her teeth. “Open your jeans.”
I open my eyes, staring into hers, and heat floods my chest as my pulse kicks up a notch.
“Open your jeans,” she tells me again.
This is the part where I always start to freeze up. Does she want sex? Does she want to get me off? I shouldn’t take something when I’m not sure how much I can give back.
She presses her lips to my forehead, brushing them across my skin as she caresses my chest. “Open your jeans, baby.”
Baby…
And I’m hers. I unbutton them at the waist, breathing hard as I pull down the zipper and watch her hand slip down inside.
She inches up off my lap and moves her hand up and down, stroking my cock. I grab the back of her neck as blood rushes to my groin.
“Look at me,” she says.
I open my eyes and look up into hers as she wraps her fist around me. I grunt, straining to grow in the tight space.
“Friends?” she whispers.
“Friends.”
She strokes me faster, harder. “And friends do this.”
Fuck yes. I push my jeans down as I cover her mouth with mine.
“You ate me so good last night.” Her lips move over mine. “I want to make you come too.”
She brings her hand up, dragging her tongue over it, and then dives back down into my jeans and keeps going.
I blow out a breath, the heat of her mouth on my cock excruciating and amazing at the same time.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, pulling me out of my jeans and letting me rise.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Say ‘that’s good, Rebel.’”
I smile, my muscles flexing. “That’s good, Rebel.”
“You like your Weston girl, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“’Cuz you like wild girls,” she pants, moving her hand up and down my dick faster as she licks my lips. “The good boy and his wild girl…”
I squeeze her ass, pulling her into me and feeling it. My wild girl. The one who sets fires everywhere she goes. I was dead before her.
“And you like me. Say it,” I growl, thrusting into her hand.
But she shakes her head.
Such a brat.
I pull the hoodie off of her, and I unhook her bra, throwing everything onto the floor.
Pushing her back against the steering wheel, I come down on her with my mouth, sucking her breasts. She arches her back, pressing herself into me, and I drag her nipple out between my teeth, biting, kissing, and licking. I move from one breast to the other, coming in again and again. The horn goes off as I press her into the wheel, but I don’t give a fuck. My groin is on fire, I’m rock hard, and I want more. I don’t know…I need to taste her again.