Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
I tilt my head and look her up and down. She wears a pair of skinny jeans low on her hips and a white tube top that barely keeps her tits in. She’s trying too hard, but I’m not going to tell her that. I’ve never liked her. She threw herself at me last year, and I turned her down. She knew I was fucking Henley. At the time, Henley belonged to me.
My little doll.
This bitch here was jealous and wanted me. It wasn’t happening. But after everything went down and Henley left, I jumped all over it. Literally. Every chance I get. I saw the way Henley watched Laney hang all over me in the cafeteria earlier this week. We stayed back and observed, getting ready to make our move. I wanted to see what she did and how she reacted. She’s seemed laid-back for the most part. No one really talks to her other than Jamie. And that’s exactly how we want it. For now.
“No one’s stopping you,” Law tells her with a careless wave of his hand.
“Privately,” she bites out, glaring down at me.
I take another hit and then blow it up into her face.
Her eyes narrow. “Ryan …”
“Whatever you have to say, you can tell us all,” I inform her.
Her hands fist when I make no attempt to get up. I’m not her fucking dog! She’s not going to tell me what to do. She crawls to me for that dick, not the other way around. “It’s about Henley.”
I’m not surprised. She’s a good little messenger without even knowing, that’s the real reason I keep her around. She’s jealous of Henley and the time I gave her. And the rumors that had spread around the school about her and me.
Laney lets out an exasperated sigh when she understands I’m still not moving. “She’s here.”
Of course, she is. We wanted her here. This party was a test, and our good little doll didn’t disappoint. She’s not a coward, and we were counting on that. I hold back my smile as Law asks, “And?”
She glares over at him. “And she was making out with that freak Datson on the couch, but they just went upstairs.”
Fuck! My teeth grind.
Monroe pushes the girl’s mouth from his dick and stands, buttoning his jeans and grabbing his shirt, knowing we’re going up there. We’ve stood back to buy some time, but obviously, our time is up. No one touches her but us. No one fucks her but us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HENLEY
I SHOULD FEEL bad that I’m using Datson, but I’m not because I’ve had plenty to drink. I’m not sure if he took my advances as genuine or if he knows something is up, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. I’m willing to go as far as this needs to. I started making out with him on the couch in front of everyone. I wanted witnesses. Then I stood, took his hand, and pulled him upstairs into a spare room, three drinks in. I specifically chose this room. For a moment, I thought about taking him to Law’s across the hall but quickly decided that was a bad idea. Who knows what he’s fucked in there?
I throw my shirt and unfasten my bra. His lips are on mine. His kiss is frantic with a little too much tongue, but I ignore it. I push down any comparison to Dax and Scout. I can’t let those feelings enter my mind at the moment.
“Henley …”
He pulls away from me, but I yank his lips to mine once again. I don’t need any dialogue to give him time to chicken out. We need to be up here for quite some time. And when we’re done, there needs to be evidence of what we spent our time up here doing. “Do you have a condom?” I mumble against his lips.
“Yeah, but …”
“Get it out.” I’m unbuttoning his jeans, not giving him a second to turn me down, when the door swings open and hits the interior wall.
Datson turns around to see what the hell is going on, and he’s punched in the face.
“What the fuck?” I squeal. “Scout, what are you doing?” I cover my bare chest as Law and Dax enter. But there’s no Rellik.
Of course, Scout ignores me as he bends down and shoves a disoriented Datson out the door with a bloody nose.
Shit! I didn’t expect them to interrupt us. I just wanted them to hear the rumors come Monday at school. “You had no right …”
He slams the door shut, caging me in here with them, and slowly starts to advance on me.
I swallow the panic that rises to the surface. They won’t hurt me. Not here. Not while other students are around. Witnesses who no doubt watched them storm up here, knowing I was already in this room. “Hand me my shirt,” I demand.