Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Let’s go.”
Thayer rises from the booth and heads for the door, not bothering to wait for me or to say goodbye to his friend. I follow him out, kicking myself for bringing it up now and ruining whatever this is. Things were good for two whole seconds, and I had to self-sabotage like an idiot. Thanks, Dad, whoever you are.
Thayer’s already in the car when I get outside. I slide into the passenger seat, and he takes off without a word. I stay quiet, letting him process or cool off or whatever it is that he needs to do, leaning my forehead against the cool window. Five minutes later, we’re pulling into an apartment complex. I look over at him in question when he pulls into a spot and throws the car into park. He opens the door and gets out of the car, then ducks back down when I haven’t made a move to get out.
“You coming?”
I step out of the car, closing the door behind me as I take in the tall foreboding building. Thayer heads for the entrance and I follow his lead inside the building, through the lobby, and into an elevator. “Where are we?”
The elevator halts, and we step out into the hall. Thayer comes to a stop in front of one of the doors and sticks a key into the lock. “My place.” Pushing the door open, he gestures for me to go in first.
I step inside, gaping at the modern apartment that’s completely opposite from Whittemore. It’s an open floor plan with large glass windows spanning the entire wall. The living area consists of a single sofa and a TV mounted on the opposite wall. There’s a hall to the left and the kitchen to the right. “You live here?”
He kicks the door shut behind him. “Sometimes.”
“What else don’t I know about you?”
“When did you see him? The day you missed school?” he asks, ignoring my question. I suck in a lung full of air. I guess we’re doing this now.
I nod. “How did you kn—?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You went MIA, remember?” I snap before softening my tone. “And…I was afraid.”
“Of what?” he asks, his eyes void of emotion.
“Losing you,” I say honestly. “I don’t…”
“What?” His dark eyes bore into mine, waiting for my response.
“I don’t want to feel that again. And there’s just so much shit between us, between our families…I don’t see how this won’t end badly.”
Thayer steps forward, erasing the space between us. “Fuck our families. I just got you back. I’m not letting you go any time soon.”
“What?” My eyes snap up to his. “But what if Grey—?” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“Then we’ll deal with it.”
“So, what now?”
“Now, you walk your ass over to that table.”
Heat spreads through me at his words. I look up at him, questioning, and he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the sofa. I swallow hard, my eyes eating him up.
“Shayne.”
Right. Table. I pad over to the small rectangular black table, then turn around to face him, bracing my hands on the edge.
“Up,” he says, lifting me onto the tabletop. My palms land behind me to keep myself upright, my knees bent. Thayer’s hands glide up my legs and my breath catches when they dip under my dress. His fingers curl around my baby pink thong, sliding it down my thighs. He pulls it past my shoes before letting it fall to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
Thayer’s eyes are glued between my legs as I slowly let my thighs fall open, feet planted on the table. He brings a hand underneath my dress that’s bunched up at the top of my thighs, pressing his thumb against my clit. I gasp, my eyes falling shut at the sensation.
“Show me those pretty little tits.”
I lean forward, pushing down the straps of my dress before I pull my shirt off. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my nipples tighten.
“Lean back on your elbows.”
I do as he says as he unbuckles his pants, pulling a condom out of his back pocket before he pushes his jeans down his legs. He fists his length, stroking up and down as his hungry eyes look their fill. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation. Wanting to break his control, to push him to touch me, I lick my middle finger before bringing my hand between my thighs. I use that finger to rub myself, and his eyes flare at the sight. I lift my knees higher, only the toes of my tennis shoes touching the table now as I slip my finger inside.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, and then he’s leaning in between my spread legs, capturing my nipple with his lips.
“Thayer,” I say, arching into his mouth. His teeth tug on my piercing and I hear the condom wrapper tearing open before he rolls it down his length. He helps me to my feet, then spins me around to face the table and I stumble forward, my hand holding on to the edge of the table as Thayer jerks my dress up over my hips. He lifts one of my knees onto the table, and then he’s pushing inside me, hands squeezing my waist as he groans in pleasure.