Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Maybe it’s the intoxicating kiss and the potent chaser of fear, maybe it’s that he still has a hand down my panties, but I feel a stirring of arousal that I fight to crush down so I never have to think about it again.
His tongue pushes between my lips. I gasp, not wanting to let him in, but he goes anyway. He grabs a fistful of my hair and angles my head. His mouth crushes mine, his tongue sweeping in and dominating like a general at war, finding and marking every inch of land he touches as his.
My body arches off the floor as his hand leaves my hair and he squeezes my tit through the fabric of my dress. That was more than I put on the table, so I try to break away from the kiss, but his mouth recaptures mine easily. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t even let me breathe.
Then his other hand slides lower, his middle finger teasing my entrance.
“No.” I shove at him, trying like hell to squeeze my thighs together, but it’s impossible with him planted between them. “You said you’d stop if I kissed you.”
“No, I didn’t.”
I stare up at him, wide-eyed. “What?”
He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “I just said make me an offer. We didn’t strike any kind of agreement.”
You cheating bastard.
“Get off me,” I say, shoving with both hands and managing to push him back enough that I can maneuver my body out from under his. I grab my purse off the floor, launching up and taking off down the hall as fast as my legs can carry me.
“You can run, but you can’t hide,” he calls rather lightly, given our circumstances.
Wanna bet?
I tear open Hannah’s door and hurl myself inside, slamming it shut and quickly turning the lock.
The last door barely held him.
I don’t know if this one will.
But at least now, there’s a door between us.
At least now, I stand a chance.
Chapter Twelve
Parker
I waste no time fumbling with my bag to get my phone out. My hands shake as I navigate to Hannah’s text chain, but I wait until I’m sure Landon is on the other side of the door before I text her for help.
His voice is calm this time, not like last time there was a door between us. “Open the goddamn door, Parker.”
“Leave me alone,” I tell him.
“I don’t know. That kiss didn’t feel like you wanted me to leave you alone.”
My whole body is still flushed from that kiss. But my whole body is still flushed from the struggle, too, so maybe it wasn’t the kiss at all. “You told me to make it convincing, so I did.”
“Then you’re one hell of an actress,” he states. “Is that why your pussy was wet, too?”
I gasp, horrified. “It was not!”
“Lie to yourself all you want. I felt it.”
I shake my head, pushed far past my limit. I text Hannah, “Get Malek and come upstairs to get Landon, please. He has me trapped in your old bedroom.”
“AGAIN?” she texts back. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just want him to get the hell away from me and he won’t listen.”
“I’ll be right there,” she answers.
I feel safer with a door between us, since he’s not trying to break it down this time. “Malek is coming upstairs to get you.”
“You sure you don’t want to call the cops on me again?”
“Maybe later.”
Hannah must have grabbed Malek and sprinted up the stairs because before another word can be said, I hear the low rumble of Malek’s voice asking Landon if he wants to get his dumb ass arrested chasing this pussy again.
A charmer, that Malek.
I wait for Hannah to say, “He’s gone,” then I unlock the door and let her in.
Her shoulders drop with relief when she sees me all in one piece, but she quickly looks me over just to make sure. “Are you all right?”
I nod, feeling… I don’t actually know how I’m feeling. A little amped up, definitely embarrassed. “Sorry to drag you into it. I just didn’t want things to escalate.”
“You never have to apologize for asking for my help with these troublesome Baymont boys. There must be something in the water here, I swear.”
I crack a smile. “Troublesome is a word. I might have gone for a stronger one.”
“We shouldn’t have invited him.”
I shrug. “We had to. Not inviting him would have… If I work too hard to keep him off Anae’s radar, that will just put him on her radar. Knowing him, he’d hook up with her just to piss me off, not fully realizing or caring that she’s an unhinged lunatic. I may not like Brittany, but I prefer her to Anae ten out of ten times.”
“That’s true,” Hannah murmurs. “After Dare, I’m not sure Anae has the patience for competition, either. I can’t handle her trying to kill all of my friends.”