Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
She gasps, grabbing my wrist with both hands, but I see the smile peek out on her face. She doesn’t fight me.
“We’re getting close!” they shout outside. “Aren’t we?”
But I look down, seeing her bare stomach in her little shirt. I run my hand down her chest and slip a finger under her hem, pausing to see if she resists. When she doesn’t, I move my finger back and forth, inching the shirt up and over her breasts.
My cock strains against my jeans as I take in the outline of her. I need more light. Fuck, I need to touch her.
“Look what I got in my family,” I taunt. “It would be so easy. Our parents wouldn’t think twice about us being alone together anytime we want.”
She pulls me by the back of my neck, trying to get me down. “They’re coming. I hear them.”
I want to come down on her. I want her skin against mine. “I can’t.”
“It’s just pretend.”
“I can’t.”
I’ve gone too far already. She’s going to hate me for what I’ve already done, and Kade will never let me forget this.
“It’s just pretend,” she begs again.
I feel myself between her legs, and she lifts a knee, her skate banging against the seat. I groan, knowing the only thing keeping me from being inside of her is our clothes.
“Dylan…” I plead. “Please.”
She rolls her hips, her breasts flashing in the moonlight, and fuck…
I drop down, opening my mouth, but…
I stop, hovering over her nipple by just a hair.
I lift my hand, about to cup her at last, but I pull back before I do. Sweat covers my forehead, and she drops her hands again, caressing my stomach. I can’t. We can’t. I want to, but she wants him. I can’t do this.
Her breathing slows, and her body calms.
“You know, it’s funny...” She glides her nails up and down my stomach. “Kade is so ticklish,” she says.
I open my eyes, just realizing they were closed.
“You don’t grow up with someone and not know that,” she tells me. “I could never touch him like this without it being torture for him.”
Her fingertips trickle over my skin, and I go still, a chill sweeping through the car.
“Hunter isn’t ticklish at all,” she points out. “Not here anyway.” She rubs her thumbs over my abs.
I growl and push up, but she catches me, circling my waist with her arms. “Why did you do that?” she asks me, looking up into my face with a crack in her voice.
She knew? She knew the whole time? I think back to when she started touching me there. She must’ve realized then.
“Why?” she demands.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
I try to pry her arms off me. “Let go.”
“Look at me.”
It’s the sadness in her voice. It stops my heart.
Looking down, I can just see her eyes. “I couldn’t kiss you there,” I say, tugging down her shirt to cover her breasts. “Not when you were giving your permission to Kade.”
“And I would’ve let you, knowing you weren’t him.”
My lungs empty.
Her hold on me loosens, but I don’t try to escape anymore.
“Your fingers are thinner,” she whispers, a smile in her voice. “The hair peeking out of your hat hangs over your ears. And Kade has that triple triangle tattoo, same as your mom’s, on the left side of his torso.”
“He does?”
She nods. “She took him to get it on you guys’ last birthday.”
And I wasn’t there. Mom and Dad wanted to come and see me, but I had football clinics. They dropped off presents, and I took a raincheck for dinner and cake. Which I also eventually canceled.
I should’ve been there. My mom should’ve had that experience with both of her sons. I would’ve loved to get that tattoo.
Dylan shakes her head. “You fooled me for a minute, but only because it’s dark.”
I can’t help but laugh a little. I don’t know why I thought she wouldn’t know me. Kade and I are identical, but everyone can tell us apart. Even before puberty struck, and we developed very different personalities and style, it wasn’t hard for people who loved us to pick up on body language and expressions. Dylan’s known me her whole life.
And she let Hunter kiss her.
I caress her face, dropping my forehead to hers. “I—”
But then…the door behind me whips open, and I’m yanked out of the car. Stoli slams the door shut, and then his hands shove me in the chest so I fall back against it.
I look up, seeing Kade step in front of me.
I freeze, equal parts dread and longing hitting me at once. I haven’t looked him in the eye in months.
“It’s so nice to finally see you,” he jeers.
I rise up, and he pushes me back again.
“Kade!” Dylan snaps, still in the car behind me. I hear her trying to open the door, but my weight is against it.