Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Because I want to,” he educated me.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“That sounds like a bad omen waiting to happen,” I muttered. “Look where telling her got us last time.”
Dean’s hand tightened on mine, and suddenly he stood.
“Come here,” he ordered, pulling me up to my feet.
I went with him, very aware of the eyes that followed us out of the gym.
“Where are we going?” I whisper yelled.
My heels clicked loudly on the wooden floor, and my eyes went up to study Dean’s wide shoulders and strong back as he pulled me along in his wake instead of making eye contact with any of the gazes I could feel on me.
“Bathroom,” he answered. “Closet. I don’t know.”
Confusion swept over me as we made it out into the quiet hallway, the further away we moved, the less I could hear that annoying voice of Laney speaking about how great the graduating class of 2006 was and how proud she was to graduate from Karnack High School.
“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked me.
I pointed in the direction of the end of the hallway, and he squeezed my hand tighter and hastened his pace.
“Jesus, Dean,” I said breathily. “You’re fast as lightning with those long ass legs of yours. Chill pill.”
He didn’t slow.
However, I also didn’t have a problem keeping up with him anymore seeing as he swept me off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder like one would a sack of grain.
“Eeek,” I squeaked. “My ass is showing!”
Dean’s hand came down over my ass, covering my panties with his large, warm palm.
Then his fingers dipped inside the band of my panties covering my bottom, and went straight into the warm depths of my pussy.
“Dean!” I gasped in outrage. “Stop!”
Of course he didn’t stop. And in my position over his shoulder, I couldn’t really do anything but lay my head against his back and let him.
He’d do it whether I wanted it or not—and I certainly wanted it. I just didn’t want him know that I did.
I didn’t want to give him a big head, after all.
The last thing my man needed was a bigger head than he already had.
My man.
Oh, shit.
I need to be careful with those kinds of thoughts. He was my boyfriend who was also my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me because I couldn’t deal with him being a member of the SWAT team.
I couldn’t forget that, otherwise I might be setting myself up for failure again.
I was going to try to make a go of this, but I was also going to be realistic.
It might not work.
It might be…I moaned when Dean worked not just one finger into my pussy, but three.
The stretch and burn had me gasping in surprise, and all other thoughts left my mind except for one.
The way he felt inside of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” I told him, biting him lightly on the back. “God.”
He chuckled darkly and made a right where I’d indicated the bathrooms were. I noticed, however, that he failed to go into the women’s bathroom.
“This is the men’s bathroom!” I whispered fiercely to him. “I can’t be in here.”
Without turning on the light, he laughed at me and set me down onto the counter where my ass immediately got wet from where people made a mess washing their hands.
Dean walked to check out the stalls of the bathroom for what I guessed were people that were trying to hide. I didn’t know for sure. Mostly because I was busy worrying about my wet ass.
“Ugh,” I groaned, leaning forward and looking at my butt and the large wet spots on my dress. “Dean, this is going to be blatantly obvious when we—eek!”
I was swept up once again in Dean’s arms, and this time we were full frontal.
My legs went around his hips as my arms went around his neck. My breasts were pillowed against his chest, and my face was in line with his.
“This isn’t allowed in school, baby,” I told him breathlessly.
His smile was contagious.
“I took you for a bad girl,” he teased as he shut the bathroom stall and locked it. “What, you’re gonna tell me you really were a goody two shoes and never did anything bad?”
My eyes surveyed the area, taking in a urinal on one side of the large handicapped stall and a toilet on the other. Unlike all the girls’ bathrooms I’d been in before, this one had floor to ceiling Formica with only a small gap between the stall door allowing it to swing open and shut.
“You have a bench in your bathroom,” I whispered. “Why?”
He shrugged, the movement bringing my attention to the window that was streaming in moonlight above his head.
“Don’t know,” he tipped the toilet seat down and sat, making sure to grind his erection up into my clit as he did.