Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“And that’s what it’s about at the end of the day right, Collins? Getting fucking laid? Getting that itch scratched? Keeping your dick wet?” The tears I had become banished by a headshake. “Well, fuck you and Blaze both for that shit then. I am more than just a piece of pussy for you to brag to your friends about banging!”
“Don’t fucking compare me to him, Pres. Ever.”
“Why not?!” He’s tossed a sarcastic smile at the same time the raindrops fall a little closer together. “You’re both fucking selfish! Self-centered! Everything is about you, and I’m just some sort of sick trophy in your pathetic little worlds! Neither of you give a shit about me! Neither of you give a shit what you do to me. I’m nothing more than just-” is the last of the rant that escapes out of my mouth before the rain lands on my head and his lips crash against mine.
Instantly, I’m swept off my feet by the high of his earlier words. His tongue moves with an unmatched frenzy, whipping at mine. Lashing it for doubting him. Us. It rolls and spins and rewrites the broken promises into new iron clad proclamations that seer my soul. Surrendering is initially done on a soft, choked sob, yet apologizing for speaking in anger is done in the form of needy moans. Moans so loud and so heavy and so desperate that Ry aggressively slides his fingers down my hips and through my belt loops to yank me closer to him. The action itself is meant to soothe my fears but in tandem shows me his.
Our tongues continue to relentlessly fight deeper and deeper into the night.
Condemn.
Comfort.
Collide together in a ceaseless cycle of contrition while the rain pours down on us like we’re being cleansed of our sins. Like it’s washing away the hate we’ve built up over the past couple of months, the tension we’ve created, and all the blood left on the battlefield that we’ve turned our lives into.
It’s as though the rain is here to give us the clean slate we both truly need.
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“Holy. Shit,” Katherine swoons loud enough to cut through the memory.
The kiss I swear is still somehow lingering on my lips causes me to casually wipe away the feeling with my thumb. Remembering how much that kiss tarnished so many of the things I stood for to satisfy the one craving I couldn’t figure out another way to placate, helps fan down the flames that have licked themselves up my thighs heading for the apex between.
“Okay, respectfully speaking, you do know that shit sounds like something you could just rip out of the pages of a Minka Knight or Sloan Mathers romance novel, right?!”
It’s hard not to blush over the statement.
Once she finishes finding her composure, she offers me a slow nod. “Keeping the truth from Carmen about the texting was a lie of omission and then directly giving your parents false information about your whereabouts so that you could go be with him was definitely lying for love. You proved my point.”
Joy.
“However, you are right. Kissing another person is undeniably cheating.”
Culpability causes me to cut a small glance away.
“That wasn’t where you two ended, was it?”
“No,” I quietly confess while closing my eyes. “It was where we started again…”
Chapter 5
Ryder
-“You wanted to protect me.”-
“Damn it!” Bambi screams, stumpy feet stomping to further illustrate her tantrum. “It’s like you don’t even care!”
“That’s because I don’t fucking care!” I yell back at her in her driveway. “I already fucking told you that I didn’t! Fuck, you don’t ever fucking listen to me!”
“You don’t ever listen to me!”
Not if I can help it.
“Keith said-”
“Fuck Keith! And fuck whatever he thinks he saw!”
“He said he saw you, fucking saw you, Collins, yesterday buying orange tic-tacs and sucking on that bitch’s neck when you were supposed to be working out at the gym!”
I did work out.
And then I worked her out.
And left a hickey on her neck so that even in her fake bullshit boyfriend’s face he knows the shit he’s touching and looking at isn’t fucking his.
It’s mine.
It’ll always be mine.
Fuck, she’ll always be mine, even if I have to have her in small doses for the time being.
And those small doses?
Better than any hit of weed could ever dream of being.
“I went to the fucking gym. And yeah, I went to the store when I was done to buy smokes not fucking tic-tacs. I don’t give a fuck what he told you he saw because I know he didn’t! And I don’t give a fuck that you think I’m cheating on you because I know I’m not!”
Oh, but I am.
I very much so fucking am and loving every minute of it.
I’m constantly coming up with ways I can get another fix of my girl without running the risk of us getting caught. Yesterday, I admit it. I got a little sloppy. Dad came home from some fucking happy hour bullshit, bitched about how dirty my car was, how fucking dirty my room was, and then how fucking dirty I’ve been since birth. I bailed while the tangent was still in progress and went around the corner for a toke to help. When it didn’t, I talked Pres into meeting me after her tutoring session so I could get a better high. She hesitated – too hard for my liking – but eventually caved. I hit the gym while I waited. And then had her screaming my name as well as coming in my lap in the back parking lot, reminding me that I was still wanted by fucking someone.