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 tapped on the glass, and she jumped. The moment her gaze swung to the window, she scrambled off the bed and opened the balcony door just enough to squeeze out.
“Oh my god. I was joking about sneaking in my window!” She whispered. “He’ll get you arrested.”
Grabbing her face, I slammed my lips to hers. The taste of her bled through my veins, relaxing my coiled muscles like a much-needed hit. When I pulled away, her fingers fisted in my shirt, and I pressed my forehead to hers. “I don’t give a shit what he does.”
She glanced back into her room, then over the railing. “Come on.” Then she led me through her bedroom, straight into her bathroom where she locked the door and promptly cut on the shower.
“You’d risk getting arrested for a fuck?”
Not a fuck, but for her? Yes. “I’m not getting arrested,” I said.
Steam slowly billowed over the glass shower door as I slipped one strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Followed by the other.
Then I pressed my lips to her throat.
“Bellamy…”
“Drew…” My hands cupped her bare tits as I covered her mouth with mine. “Don’t want to waste water, do you?”
I shoved her shorts off, then her thong.
“We cannot fuck with my dad here,” she whispered, not doing a damn thing to resist me.
My fingers found their way inside her, immediately coaxing a moan.
It was absolutely messed up that I was doing this to her. In her house. With him downstairs. But screw him for being a dick.
I pushed my fingers in deeper. Then I stopped. “This sure as fuck feels like we can...”
“You’re an asshole,” she said, gripping my wrist and forcing my hand to move again.
“That I am.”
She yanked at my belt and within seconds, she had me undressed, and I had her naked body pinned against the tile wall of her shower, head tossed back on a moan while I buried myself deep inside her.
I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything in my life.
I kissed along the column of her neck, licking at the water cascading down her body, and all I could think about was how I could hold onto this--hold onto her a little bit longer. “Don’t make me go days without this again.” I moved inside her.
Her breath hitched, thighs clamping around my hips.
I went at her harder, until her nails embedded in my back, and I had my hand over her mouth to silence her moans.
She tightened around me, and I dropped my chin to my chest, biting back a groan as I came.
The idea that neither of us had to go without this cycled through my head. There were only three weeks until graduation. And then what…
We were on borrowed time, but that’s what I’d been living on for the past few years of my life; stealing cars and dealing drugs to pay bills--there was a definite risk there. And there was a massive risk here. Each day I spent with Drew, each kiss, each fuck, would make losing her harder, but I didn’t care.
She was a high, a thrill, something I needed even if I knew it would be to my own damn detriment. I was a risk-taker and I was pretty damn sure, Drew Morgan would always be my greatest risk.
She cut the shower off, then we dried each other off.
Naked, no makeup, her hair a damp, tangled mess-- God, she was gorgeous. Perfect. Mine.
Mine for how much longer...
“How long were you planning to stay after graduation?” I asked, running the towel over her hair to dry it.
“I don’t know. I usually go stay with my Mom in the summer because I hate my dad. I was thinking I’d stick around this year.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Because of me.
I handed her the towel and she wrapped it around her body. Three weeks until graduation. Then eight weeks until she’d be leaving for college.
“So why are you going to stay here.” I grabbed my jeans from the floor and pulled them up. “If we can’t even see each other?”
Inhaling a hard breath, she nodded. “Is this the part where we break up?”
“No. This is the part where you leave.” I’d spent the last seven days away from her, and I didn’t want to do that again. It was rash--absolutely--but wasn’t that how Drew and I worked? On a series of rash decisions. I started into her room, heading straight for her closet.
“What?”
I grabbed one of her suitcases and started filling it with clothes.
She stepped inside the closet, gripping the towel around her chest. “And go where?”
“To my house. He doesn’t want you to see me? Fuck him.”
“Bellamy…” She let out a sigh. “Pretty sure your mom is not going to be okay with that.”
“What if she was?” I threw a stack of jeans into her suitcase.
I knew my mom, and she wouldn’t care.