Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Ow,” I cursed under my breath.
“Shit. Splinter?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
If anything, the flash of pain felt more like a relief, than anything. Something real to cut the tension. Something better than me actually trying to fight him, for sure.
He grabbed my hand, gently pulling it up to look at the blood like I was family. He held my hand firmly in his, inspecting it and rubbing a spot of dirt away.
“I thought you might actually want to try fighting me. You’re more fun than I thought you were,” he said casually, like I hadn’t just done something stupid.
His touch only feels good because you’re lonely, I told myself. He doesn’t care about you.
“You are trouble,” I said, but there was no venom left in my voice.
He bit his lower lip, giving me another flirty look that did strange things to me. We were still standing close together. He hadn’t taken any step back to distance himself.
Did he like being this close up to me? Like holding my hand in his?
Not that I’d taken a step back, either.
“Can’t tell if you want to hurt me or fuck me right now, Emmett. Do you want a kiss? To make it all better?”
He brought the back of his hand up to his lips and pressed a few slow little kisses around the perimeter of my cut.
“You’re not going to shock me, Storm,” I said, hating the way my voice was a little ragged and broken.
“You don’t think I can break you?” he asked in a low tone that went straight to my core.
There was that molten feeling again, as he locked eyes with me. The mischief was gone from his expression, replaced by something… deeper.
He squeezed my hand a little tighter and my cock stirred, more traitorous than ever.
“I know you can’t break me,” I said to him, though I was sure he could tell I was bluffing.
And then he leaned in, closing the rest of the distance between us, and pressed his lips to mine.
“Yes I can,” he murmured against my lips.
6
STORM
I’d done a lot of things to mess with people in my life, but kissing another guy wasn’t one of them.
Adrenaline coursed through me as I kept my lips against Emmett’s, claiming him like he was my prize for fighting dirty.
That desperate desire that had fueled every decision in my life came out of nowhere, propelling me like a fucking comet in the sky.
Something a little possessive crept up inside me.
Mine, I thought, as I leaned into Emmett’s kiss. He let out a little startled gasp when my mouth landed on his, and another bolt of satisfaction shuddered through me.
Think I can’t break you, huh?
I really fucking wanted to make him like me. To challenge him. To make a rich guy into my plaything, wrapping him around my finger and proving to him that I could win.
I put a hand to his hip, just gently, sliding beneath the stupid fancy blazer he had on. He didn’t just gasp this time—he fucking moaned, just from my palm against his hip.
You are so, so mine.
I did like pushing people’s buttons, but it wasn’t even just about that. Maybe I was a little drunk, but there was something about Emmett that was… pretty.
For lack of a better word.
And there was definitely something about his lips that was really, really fucking pretty. And the fist on my chest had honestly been an exciting surprise. I’d always been into women who might have looked like sweet, simple girls next door, but they were fierce and bold on the inside.
I was attracted to strong opinions.
To passion.
To fire.
And Emmett wasn’t a woman, but tonight, he had been all of those things. Breaking right out of the cookie-cutter mold I had him pegged in.
Hearing his voice go ragged when I kissed his hand had been like a beacon. Something in my brain had gone haywire. I was having an effect on him. I’d known plenty of gay dudes in my life, and I could tell when a guy thought I was hot, and Emmett had liked my lips on his hand. No matter how badly he might have wanted to sock me in the jaw at the same time.
He was a little bit shorter than me, and he felt small under my hand, in the same way I liked with a woman. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t shoved me away yet.
Hell, if he pushed me back and punched me in the face, I’d probably have gotten a thrill out of that, too.
Emmett’s lips were so goddamn plush and soft, and he smelled like whiskey, which was kind of hot. Fuck, man, I also liked the newness. The knowledge that if anyone looked over and saw us in the corner of the yard, they’d go wild wondering why I was kissing another guy and there’d probably be sixteen gossip blog articles about it the next morning.