Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I felt Shay’s lips brush my back. “Thirty bucks he’s downstairs.”
“Nope. I’m not betting you.” I scooted to the edge of the bed and snagged my phone from the floor. I was stretched at an angle so my hips hadn’t moved away from him, just the rest of me, and I felt his hands falling from under my breast to my hips. He held them, and as I keyed in my code and read my brother’s text message, Shay started to grind behind me. I looked over my shoulder. “Are you kidding? Again?”
He shrugged, that wicked grin appearing. He shoved up against my ass, and leaned down to nip at my arm. “Why not? I’m a young stud, Clarke. Thought you knew this by now.”
He brushed against me a few more times, and I was feeling that ache begin all over again.
I shook my head and returned to my phone.
Gage: Casey texted. Said she was at your party, but you’re not here. Come down here. I’m not going up there.
I showed Shay the phone, rolling onto my back as I did, and he moved over me once again. He took the phone, reaching for me absent-mindedly, and as he read it, he was right at my entrance.
He replied something before turning it off and tossing the phone back to the floor.
“What’d you say?”
He was hard again, and I ran a hand down his chest as he reached for another condom. He put it on, kissing my stomach as he murmured, “We’d be down in an hour.”
He lined up again, and looking up to meet my gaze, he slid back inside.
I groaned, closing my eyes. My hands fell to his, and our fingers laced as he began rolling his hips into me.
This wasn’t like last time. It was hot and rough before. This time was easy-going, like sex was something we could do any day we wanted and any time we wanted, and today was just one of those days. It wasn’t a habit, but an activity we could enjoy because neither of us was going anywhere. We were becoming that couple, and I tasted that same fear I had before. Maybe that was how it was for me, as I watched him under lidded eyes, as he was thrusting in and out of me. It gave me a dark thrill. This was my man, and he was bowing under my touch. He was mine for the taking, and I knew he felt the same for me.
A ripple of power sliced through me.
It was exhilarating.
All those girls downstairs, or most of them, would’ve traded places with me. He was mine. This was my place in his bed. Hell, it was half my bed by now.
He looked back up, his eyes dark and hungry. “Are you with me?” he rasped out.
I nodded. I was moving with him, but I sat up again, and he readjusted. My legs went over his and I was riding him, my breasts brushing up and down against his chest. He reached up, caught one in his hand, the other flexing into my hip, and his lips were on mine again. We rode each other until we both climaxed together.
“Fuck,” he grunted into my ear, holding me clasped to him. He pressed a kiss to my naked shoulder, then stood, still holding me.
I squeaked, but he carried me to the bathroom and stepped into the shower after waiting for the water to warm. Once both of us were wet, he let me slide down him so I was on my own feet, but we still pressed against each other. We cleaned the other, our hands sliding over the other’s body, and more stolen kisses. He leaned over me, shielding me completely from the shower spray for a moment, and his eyes found mine. “Am I ever going to get used to this?” He was asking himself, his eyes roaming all over me, and he didn’t wait for an answer. He caught my lips in his again before standing away. He gave me a half-grin. “If I keep touching you, we’re never getting downstairs.”
I finished rinsing off, ducking around him and out of the shower. I reached for a towel, then handed him one as he was right behind me.
I said, “They’re going to know what we did up here.”
He ran his towel through his hair a few times before looping it and tossing it around me. He held both ends in his hands and reined me in, his lips finding mine again before he said, “Good. Because if they don’t know by now, you’re mine.”
Those words stayed with me. I must’ve been glowing. I was feeling it. There wasn’t a part of my body Shay hadn’t worshipped. I was sated, all of me. When we headed down, I trailed behind him. I liked to let him lead the way into the party. I kept my hand tucked in the back of his jeans until he opened that door. The music was suddenly louder. The people were everywhere, huddled in every corner of the room, most holding their drinks in hand. Two guys let out another cheer when Shay entered the room, and he was torn from me. He glanced back to make sure I was okay as one guy threw his arm around his shoulders.