Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I moaned into his mouth, each stroke of his hand contorting my body like it was his own personal puppet. It felt like there was a bomb waiting to go off, and this bastard had been holding the detonator since the first time I’d met him.
His fingers worked deeper, his tongue teasing my neck before he gripped my waist and rolled me on top of him. One hand went to my throat, the other still pressing into me, teasing and pushing while I straddled him.
“You haven’t gotten me expelled yet,” I gasped.
“And that’s the only reason my dick isn’t in you right now.” He fingered me so hard, I knew I’d be bruised, but it felt too good to care. “And as pissed as I am, you should probably be thankful.”
With no shame, I ground over his hand, loving the way his grip on my throat tightened while I chased something I desperately needed.
Heat built in my body. I was seconds away from absolute bliss before he threw me back on the bed. “And like hell I’m letting you come first this time.”
He worked his belt loose, yanking his dick out and tugging on it before he straddled my bare chest. “You remember how I told you I was gonna come all over your pretty rich-girl face?”
I shouldn’t have wanted it, but I did. I needed Bellamy to be every bit as unhinged for me as I was for him. My anger bled through me as I raked my nails up his thighs and grabbed his hips. And then I swallowed his dick, almost gagging when he touched the back of my throat.
“Fuck…” His hands went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust forward.
I dug my nails into his thighs. Hard, threatening him with a tiny bit of teeth, and he fisted my hair. His abs tensed. His muscles trembled. God, he was beautiful, and the sight of him had my frustrated body strung tight, on the edge.
Right when I knew he was about to come, he pulled away, grabbing his dick and pumping over it. His head fell back on a deep groan that echoed around the room as he came on my chest.
“I always knew that would look good on you, baby girl.” He swiped a finger at the corner of my mouth.
The door rattled, breaking the silence before a bang sounded over the wood. “Drew?” Jackson’s voice came from the other side.
Shit, shit, shit. I had just let Bellamy come on me, in Jackson’s bed. I scooped up the towel and wiped myself clean.
“Do not answer that door!” I pointed at him. “Give me two minutes,” I called.
Bellamy pushed off the bed with a glare. “And the shittiest part of this story: I almost fucking liked you…”
A tiny trace of guilt niggled at me. I should have just said: Jackson was a friend, and it wasn’t what it looked like. But then I remembered exactly why I’d let him think I was more than friends with Jackson.
“About as much as you like that blonde downstairs, I’m sure.”
I dove for the chest of drawers, taking out a T-shirt and covering myself right as he flipped the lock. He yanked open the door, then tucked himself back into his jeans. “‘Sup, Bennett?” Bellamy’s massive frame filled the dimly lit doorway, practically dwarfing Jackson. “I’d at least let her clean my come off her first…”
Oh, he was a bastard.
Jackson’s arm drew back, but before he even moved to throw a jab, Bellamy knocked him clean out. Holy. Shit.
“Bellamy! What is wrong with you?” I gasped.
He had just knocked the guy out in his own house.
“I told you I was gonna fuck up your life, Drew…” He ducked through the door, disappearing into the hallway. My pulse hammered in my veins like a freight train, and my temper spiked as I dropped to the floor to check that Jackson wasn’t dead.
“What the hell?” Olivia popped out of her bedroom, hair disheveled and cheeks sex-flushed. She hurried down the hall, her wide eyes on Jackson. “What happened?”
“Bellamy,” I mumbled, completely mortified and livid.
“They’re here?” She crouched beside her brother. “I’m calling the police...”
“I’ll get rid of them.”
“I’m still calling the police!” Olivia shouted as I jogged down the stairs.
It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. The slut of Barrington, in Jacksons T-shirt, and Bellamy’s come. This couldn’t get any worse.
I stopped in the foyer, spotting Bellamy by the front door, that same blonde beside him once again, staring up at him like she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and let him come on her face, just like I had.
Irrational jealousy and hurt lanced through me. Jackson was unconscious, Olivia was pissed, and Bellamy...Bellamy was making me crazy, the same way he always did.