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)
There was nothing rational about it. He was awful, but the tequila made the voice of reason a muffled whisper I no longer cared for.
His finger skimmed an inch higher. I shifted, spreading my legs just enough to give him access.
“But you’re just full of bad decisions, aren’t you?” he mumbled against my neck.
“Only when you’re involved.”
“Good.”
His fingertips brushed my cheek, and just when the heat of his lips touched mine, the back door banged open and people stumbled out.
On a groan, Bellamy tugged down my skirt, grabbed the tequila, then led me through the overgrown backyard to a ratty trampoline.
He hoisted himself over the springs, then pulled me up beside him. And the second my back hit the material, he was on top of me, fisting my hair and kissing me. His hands roamed over my body, bunching my skirt before his warm palms slid over my thighs. This was no longer simply me wanting to fuck him and get whatever this was out of my system, and I was no longer resisting this because I thought I’d lose all dignity. This was me being terrified of losing all control.
I shifted, rolling on top of him and straddling his lap.
“You know, you never got me expelled.”
“But I did fuck up your life…” His hands grasped my hips, forcing my hips over him on a groan.
I wasn’t sure if he had fucked up my life, because really, he’d somehow become a highlight in it.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about having you?” His hands went to my ass, squeezing as his mouth worked down my throat to the top of my breasts.
“Since you had me in that van?”
“No. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I had you in that van.”
Fuck me—have me. Two different things. One of which I never expected from him.
He flipped me over and shoved my dress up my thighs. With every touch, I melted for him, and that scared me because he already felt like so much more than simple lust to me.
“I’ve wanted you since you got me arrested.”
“That’s messed up.”
“Of course it is…”
28
Bellamy
The noise from the party had died down to a low hum of music. I stared up at the few stars that managed to break through the electric glow of the city, then sucked the taste of her off my fingers.
As much as I’d wanted to, I didn’t try to fuck her. And it had absolutely nothing to do with our agreement. As far as I was concerned, that had been null and void since that party at Bennett’s. Since I’d realized this was a hell of a lot more than needing a simple fuck. And that sent anxiety rippling through me because she was going to leave in a few months.
I swept the hair away from her neck, and she caught my hand, pulling it close to her face. “Never forget where you’re from; someone will remind you,” she read the words of my tattoo.
“DMX knows his shit.”
I stared at the script inked on my wrist. That was my first tattoo—at sixteen. With Zepp and Hendrix, we all got the same lyrics. Because being from Dayton...no matter where we ended up in life, someone would remind us, if for nothing other than to kick us down.
“And the other one?”
“It’s Linkin Park. ‘All I want to do is be more like me and less like you.’” And that one I’d had inked just to remind myself I didn’t have to turn out like my dad.
“Great song.” Her finger traced over the ink.
“You don’t look like the kinda girl who would listen to hard rock.”
“No?” She smiled. “What am I supposed to listen to? Taylor Swift?”
“Probably. Or Katy Perry. Maybe Cardi B?” I laughed.
“I got you arrested, Bellamy. If that doesn’t scream, In This Moment then I don’t know what does.”
It totally did. “You’re the black sheep of Barrington, you realize that? Listening to heavy metal. Hanging out with the bad boys from the other side of the tracks.”
“I’ll tell you a secret.” Her fingers drifted along the inside of my arm, a small smile playing over her lips. “Those expensive boarding schools people send their kids to, thinking they’ll make them perfect little clones of themselves—they’re a breeding ground for daddy issues and rebellion.”
“You don’t say?”
She swept a hand down her body. “Their finest example. Because I really, really like bad boys.”
“No, baby girl.” I leaned over her and covered her lips with mine. “You only like this bad boy.” My tongue dipped into her mouth, my body shifting on top of hers.
I was thinking there may be a round two, until Nora screamed Drew’s name from across the yard.
Drew groaned. “Shit,” she mumbled against my lips.
Footsteps crunched over the dry grass, then stopped. “Gross!”
Deepening the kiss, I raised my middle finger in the direction of Nora’s voice.