Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Why was she still there? Why the fuck wasn’t she already turning tail and running for dear life?
I stared down at the floor and waited for Dre to run by, cursing up a storm inside my mind. But still, she remained. When I heard the mattress dip and the springs squeak, my eyes shot to the bed where Bear had positioned himself on his knees behind my girl, running his fingertips down her shoulders and arms. He moved her hair to the side and pressed his lips to her skin and STILL she didn’t run.
When our gazes met, I knew that there was no misreading what she was saying with her gleaming black eyes. The bitch was calling my bluff. Her lips quirked up on the side, challenging me as she leaned back into Bear’s touch, her eyes never leaving mine.
What in the holy-ever-loving-fuck.
This bitch wants a challenge, fine, she’s got it.
For the most part I was awesome at life, but what Dre didn’t know was that I was even better at games, and she just called me out to play a game of sexual chicken I had no intentions of losing.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around Bear’s neck, encouraging him to explore more of her skin with his mouth. He dipped lower, running his lips across her collarbone.
I made my move, one I was hoping would win me the game right out of the gate. I tipped my chin to her and winked, hoping to piss her off and send her running once and for all, but no. Instead, she returned my wink with a smile. She sucked in her bottom lip and let out an exaggerated moan when Bear’s hand grazed the bottom of her tit through her shirt. She took one arm down from around his neck and when Bear wasn’t paying attention, because he was too busy running his hands all over my girl, she lifted her hand against her stomach where he couldn’t see and she flashed me a finger.
Her middle finger.
Fuck.
Game fucking on.
* * *
DRE
Flipping him off may have gone a step too far, but I was already a step too far and it was only because Preppy was who pushed me there.
My heart lurched in my chest.
If this was how he chose to push me away then he was going to have to suffer the consequences of his decision. He’d made his bed, he could lie in it. Or better yet, watch ME lie in it.
With Bear.
I’d have to be blind not to notice that Bear was beyond attractive. Those bright-blue eyes and all that mess of blond hair, tattoos, and muscles, would make any girl twitchy for a touch. Bear did it for me, but that was just basic biology. It was NOTHING compared to the way that just one look from Preppy made my toes curl and left my body aching and tingling for his touch. That’s when I realized that Preppy wasn’t like heroin at all, he was like speed. Making my heart race, my muscles feel restless, and causing my brain to come alive with a million and one different thoughts about him, all at the same time, most of those about him touching me. Tasting me. Wanting me.
Needing me.
Bear was walking sex, but he was no Samuel Clearwater. Who I craved in my very soul. I didn’t even know desire until Preppy pushed his way into my life, and the man who made me feel again was now standing next to the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets. His hair mussed from our kissing session. I licked my lower lip in an attempt to taste his kiss again.
Preppy looked up suddenly, almost like he could hear what I was thinking. When he saw me staring, he plastered a fake smirk on his gorgeous face that no matter how hurt or pissed off I was or how fake his smile, it still made my belly flip and my nipples tighten.
He may be able to fool Bear, but there was no fucking way he was fooling me.
I wanted Preppy to send Bear away, strip me naked, and fuck me sideways. I wanted him to tell me I was his. Not just my pussy. ALL OF ME.
I wanted him to keep me.
But just then, I saw the mask click in place. The one he put on when he wanted to shut out the world, and I knew there was no coming back from where we’d just crossed over.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was okay, and a part of me hated him and wanted him to hurt as badly as he’d made me hurt.
Bear’s warm chest pressed against my back, his lips trailed over every inch of skin on my shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t his touch making the hairs on my arms stand on end or drenching my panties. It was the look on Preppy’s face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced briefly with a flash of hurt that I would have missed if I’d blinked a second earlier.