Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
I inhale sharply when he shakes my head just enough to get my eyes off his nose and on his.
“You fuckin’ look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!”
“I am looking at you!” I growl, gripping the front of his shirt. “And you don’t just get to tell me I’m yours.”
“I do.”
“You don’t!”
“Babe… I fuckin’ do.”
He kisses me in the way only he kisses me, despite the split on his lip that I caused. He tastes sweet, like apple juice with a tangy hint of blood that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. His tongue devours my mouth and he groans like it’s life’s elixir. My hands thread through his hair and I go up onto my tiptoes to put us at a more equal height.
But then I pull away because people are watching, more aptly, Poppy, my brother, and Ren. Ren who has his phone out and a huge grin on his face.
“Delete it or I smash it,” Kane snarls at his friend who quickly does as he’s told while still laughing.
“Are you screwing with my head right now?” Poppy screeches, looking at me like I’ve just pooped out a boulder of kittens. “When the fuck did you guys start liking each other?”
Kane and I look at each other. My brow rises and I say with a shrug, “Never.”
He adds on a quiet voice, “Shall we skip and dick at my place?”
I nod, not wanting to go back after everything that just happened. Despite the fact he’s the one who caused it.
“The school will call Mee-maw,” Matthew interrupts, his tone playful.
I give him my middle finger as Kane wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Do I give a fuck?”
“My little girl is growing up,” Poppy sniffs dramatically. “But let me just tell you that we will be discussing this later! You massive whore.”
“Don’t call her a fucking whore,” Kane barks over his shoulder.
“You literally just called her a whore back there,” Ren announces, laughing again because he just finds everything so funny.
“Are you forgettin’ the panty incident?” Kane asks, Ren, releasing me so he can walk backwards.
“That’s fucked up, man. What’s alright for you isn’t for me. We’re meant to be brothers.”
Kane grins at me, ignores Ren, and tucks me under his arm again. “I got you.”
“Bit late for that, Kane. You started this shit.”
“I’m not sorry,” he admits and I blink at him. “Led you to my bed, didn’t it?”
“Thought you didn’t like me there.”
“Like you there now I can touch you.”
I giggle, unable to stop myself from emitting such a girly noise. “You’re such a dick.”
“And you’re a bitch.”
“Yeah,” I agree, tilting my head back so he can kiss my lips. He makes it a gentle one. “You sore where I hit you?”
“If I’d known you swung a fist like a man, I wouldn’t have been so close when I insulted your deadbeat mother.”
I glare at him and move as far away as he allows before he yanks me back and walks me backwards with his hands gripping my biceps.
“I’m not mad you insulted my deadbeat momma; I’m mad you compared me to her. I ain’t like her. Not at all.”
His answering smile is infuriating.
“You know I still don’t like you, right?”
“Not asking for you to like me, Immy. I don’t think we’ll ever be friends. But you let me put my dick in you from time to time I’m thinkin’ we can make each other happy in other ways.”
Why do I get turned on when he talks to me like that?
“You know Marshall is probably going to tell everyone about what you said.”
“When I claim you in front of the school, ain’t nobody gonna talk about you.”
I groan with exasperation. “Dude you are so arrogant.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No but be a little humble sometimes!”
“Am I wrong?”
“I just said no!”
“Then what’s your deal?”
I blink twice to calm myself and leave it. There’s no arguing with him, ever. I know this all too well.
16 and a half
The half is still important
I grab his hair, holding him against me, forcing his face into the sensitive parting of my thighs. My head goes back as electric like tingles assault my body as his tongue and fingers get me to where I so desperately need to be.
Suddenly, he stops and lifts his head, his lips swollen, pink, and wet with me. “You don’t want me to pass out before you come, you gotta let me breathe a little.”
“Oh shut the fuck up whining,” I retort, pushing him back against me, ignoring his chuckle and smile. He loves it when I’m bossy with him. “Oh my God…” His tongue does this flicky thing over my clit that sends me wild and his fingers hook inside.
I grip his hair tighter, clamp my thighs around his head and come, crying out so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if somebody on the next street called the cops. My orgasm is destructive, it burns right where he’s touching but also everywhere he’s not.