Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“I… I thought…” Her gaze drifted to the collection of beer bottles on the coffee table. “Are you drunk?”
“My tongue’s not.” I took the sides of her shorts in my hands. “Why? Do you want me to stop?”
She didn’t say anything fast enough, and she sure as hell lifted her hips when I yanked her shorts and thong down her legs.
This was something I absolutely shouldn’t have been doing. Like ripping a Band-Aid off a hairy leg when I knew the fucker was going to bleed everywhere, but I didn’t care.
She tossed her head back against the couch cushions. “Why are you doing this to me, Hendrix?”
“Because I want to.” I gripped her knees and spread those thighs apart. Because I’d missed this. “And you want to let me.” Then I leaned in and sucked her clit in my mouth until her knees jerked.
Just like that, precum rolled to the tip of my dick. This girl was definitely an addiction, and I was about to get high as hell on her.
I gave her a little rake of teeth and a hum. “You gonna come on my tongue like my good-fucking-girl?”
Another hard swipe, the taste of her tempting me to pull out my cock and fuck her until she wouldn’t know how to say “friends.”
I dragged my tongue from her front to her back.
On a moan, she fisted my hair. “Fuck, Hendrix.”
Then she came. Hard. Thighs clamping around my head, pussy riding my face just the way I liked it.
“You said—” she pulled in an uneven breath— “you wanted to be friends.”
I leaned back in, sweeping my tongue back over her. “Friends with benefits is better…” It was bullshit. But it sounded good.
She looked down at me, brows furrowed, lips parted like she wanted to say something. But before she could—
“I’m going to make you come again.” And I fucking did.
Chapter 35
LOLA
Morning sunlight danced over the card on my dresser as I drew little black stitches on the sloth’s neck. I put it in the envelope, followed by the shit-brown bracelet I’d made yesterday.
I still wasn’t sure whether or not I should give it to him, whether it meant too much for our current situation. Not that I really understood what that was.
Hendrix had broken Daniel’s hand, gotten expelled, eaten my pussy—four times—like it was his damn life goal, then offered to be friends with benefits. I was more confused than I had ever been when it came to him and completely unsure of where the hell we stood. Where I even wanted to stand anymore.
Friends with benefits… Also known as a come dumpster with emotional attachment. That would never work in a million years with us, but I couldn’t deny I was tempted. If only for the orgasms. I couldn’t imagine anyone would ever be able to make me come the way Hendrix did.
When I went downstairs to make my morning coffee, Hendrix was exactly where I had left him—passed out on the couch. His soft snores and the scent of beer filled the living room.
Happy birthday to Hendrix. I guessed I’d give him his card later.
I’d barely taken two sips of coffee when Kyle’s horn honked from the drive. I dumped it into the sink and grabbed my backpack.
The entire drive, Kyle rambled about the new Star Wars mini-series that came out next week. When I got to my locker, he spotted Robert, who I guessed made for a more enthusiastic Star Wars conversation. He darted off as I turned the combination and grabbed my biology book.
When I shut the door and turned around, Jessica and a couple of her cheerleader friends were looking at me from the other side of the crowded hall.
“I hear Hendrix got expelled for your whore ass.” My former friend approached with a swing of her hips. “How many more times are you going to fuck up his life, Lola?”
I hated that she’d managed to stoke the flames of guilt within me. I had fucked up his life, but Daniel…that was all on him. And the only reason Jessica even pretended to give a shit was that Hendrix would never beat up or even threaten a guy for her. I almost pitied her desperation. Almost...
“Get over him already, Jessica. He fucked you. One time. Along with half the girls in this school.”
Her face contorted in rage right before she spat in my face. The warm glob slid down my cheek, and I snapped.
My palm collided with her face hard enough to leave a bright-red mark on her traitorous skin.
“You bitch!” She fisted my hair, but this wasn’t my first catfight, and I was far more Dayton than she ever would be.
I elbowed her in the gut, then grabbed the back of her head and smashed her face into the lockers. “I fucking warned you, you cunt.”