Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Drew attempted to pull weeds from the seat before she sat down. “This is far less exciting than I thought it would be.”
“You want exciting, baby girl?” I revved the engine before fishtailing out of the overgrown lot. The car swerved across the gravel road, catching air when it hit an embankment. “Better?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She reached for my belt, then pulled me out, and my foot pressed harder over the accelerator.
Her warm lips wrapped around my dick, and I had to fight to not close my eyes.
“Shit, baby girl.” I reached around her to shift the gear, swerving around Wolf’s pickup and bypassing him.
I dropped the gear down a notch, and waved, pointing at Drew’s bobbing head before I sped off.
Something about the speed of the car, the headlights cutting across the dark road, the adrenaline spinning through me at the possibility of getting caught in a stolen car--it did it for me.
It wasn’t two miles down the road, I had my hand gripping the back of Drew’s head, the other arm stiff against the wheel and my legs stretched out, the speedometer at one-thirty, and the fucking fire of the best orgasm of my life tearing through me at warp speed.
Drew pushed up, wiping the corners of her mouth on a smile before she fell back into her seat. “Next time, I’ll let you fuck me on the hood…”
That’s when I knew I was in love. God, I was screwed.
47
Drew
We sat at the rickety kitchen table, eating the hamburger steak and macaroni I’d helped Carol prepare.
Arlo bounced up and down, humming to himself while Grandpa messed with his dentures.
Despite knowing this was temporary, I couldn’t remember having ever been as happy as I had these last few weeks. Even though I was living in a small house, in the worst part of Dayton, and my father hated me. Because I no longer ate Push-Pops for dinner on my own. Carol treated me the way I wished my mom would, asking me how I was, making sure I ate. Little things like that.
I had a taste of the things money could never possibly buy.
“So, you’re graduating tomorrow. That’s exciting,” Carol said as Bellamy took a seat next to me. My stomach knotted.
“What’s graduating?” Arlo said, spearing a piece of macaroni.
“It’s when you finish school,” I said, forcing a smile.
“And then what?”
I didn’t want to think about the “then what” because, in my case, it meant I had to move a thousand miles away. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Then you either get a job, or go to college.” I forced another smile, then took a sip of water while he nodded.
Carol cleared her throat. “Speaking of college. Where is Cornell, Drew?”
Grandpa reached across the table to grab a roll. “That’s up there in New York, ain’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Carol’s gaze shifted from me to Bellamy, then back. “Oh, that’s nice. New York.”
That same sense of loss settled into my chest every time I thought about going.
It was stupid. I was always going to Cornell, since I had turned ten years’ old, it had been my dream--my planned escape.
Dayton was meant to be temporary.
Bellamy should have been temporary.
But in the little time I’d had with him, I’d felt more complete than I had in my entire life. And suddenly, New York felt like the ends of the earth, and I didn’t want to escape anymore.
Carol helped herself to more macaroni. “Bellamy applied for scholarships at Alabama State, and the university down in Birmingham.”
“Mom…”
“What? You’re in the honor’s society at school. You have a good shot at it, honey.” She beamed, and I shouldn’t have envied the pride she had in him.
I looked at him. “You’re in the honor’s society?” I tried not to sound too shocked, but seriously?
He angrily shoveled a piece of meat into his mouth, glaring at me as he chewed. “Don’t be a dick, Drew.”
“Bellamy!”
Carol gasped, Grandpa snickered, and Arlo started chanting dick over and over, while I laughed.
“I didn’t ask to be in it,” he grumbled. “They just do that shit.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I said, thinking I just didn’t expect it from the local drug dealer.
He cocked a brow on a smirk. “Exactly…so keep that shit to yourself.”
“He’d be the first in our family to go to college. I don’t know why he’s so grumpy about it.”
“He’s grumpy about it ‘cause you’re making a fuss, Carol.” Grandpa shook his head, then guzzled his Budweiser. “Men don’t like no fuss over them.”
Grandpa had decided to move in ever since Bellamy’s dad showed up. I could tell Bellamy felt better having him here, and it took some of the stress off his shoulders.
I glanced at Arlo and found him staring at me, not eating.
“You okay, Peehead?”
His eyes watered and his bottom lip poked out. “Are you moving, Miss Drew?”