Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Is that right?” His lips curled inward as he tried to keep from laughing. I turned my head to do the same. “How about my mouth? Was kissing me the other night totally irritating too?”
I scoffed. “Are we really going to dissect a make-out session like a bunch of teenagers?”
“Nope,” he replied as his fingers connected with my jaw and he dragged me into a scorching kiss that left me breathless.
I groaned as his tongue swept inside my mouth and his hands tightened in my hair, my cock already thickening in my jeans. Goddamn it.
I definitely wasn’t ready to end the night by the time his lips and tongue and teeth had worked me over good. My brain had turned to mush, and the instant I had the wherewithal to reach out for more, he already had the door open and was stepping onto the curb.
“Me and my annoying lips are going to bed,” he mused as he slammed the door shut. He laughed all the way inside as I caught my breath and watched him go. Fucker.
19
Jesse
Dane and I had talked a bit off and on the past few days. We’d seen each other in passing at work, but hadn’t had a real conversation. I’d texted him a photo of a new nail-polish color I got so he could show Hailey and get her opinion on it. It was called Cotton Candy Dreams, which matched my favorite lip gloss and, if you asked me, was cute as fuck. Hailey thought so too. Dane thought it was bright, which made me tease him about being vanilla, which was pretty funny because while he was in a lot of ways, he definitely hadn’t been when he was fucking me.
And I still wanted that again.
“Are you nervous to dance with Dane tonight?” Seth asked as he lay on my bed, watching me getting ready for work. This would be our first Friday together since I’d babysat, we’d had a truce, and then we’d gone to the show together.
“No, why would I be nervous?”
Seth huffed out a breath. “Liar.”
My stomach twisted uncomfortably. “Oh my God. I’m nervous! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I nervous?” It was a dance Dane and I had done a hundred times. I teased him and got super sexual, and he grumbled, pretending not to like it, while his rock-hard dick rubbed against my ass, telling me otherwise. Then we went our separate ways. The end.
“Maybe because you thought he hated you, and you didn’t think you liked him. Then you had sex, babysat his niece, got all mushy toward him, and went on a date with him?”
“Oh, fuck you!” I replied, looking at my eye-shadow palette to decide which colors I wanted to use. “First, I didn’t get mushy toward him. What does that even mean? That I’m like soggy bread? Ew. And second, I didn’t go on a date with him.” Forget the fact that I’d teased him about it being a date; that was different.
“You so went on a date with him.”
“Did not.”
“Did so.”
“Did— I don’t think he wants it to have been a date.” I wasn’t sure if I did or not, but I was pretty positive Dane didn’t. I couldn’t help but wonder about his ex or whoever it was I reminded him of. How had they hurt him? Would I somehow do the same without realizing it? Because it wasn’t like I wanted anything serious with Dane. I had too much shit going on in my life to have anything serious with anyone.
“I think he’d have to be crazy not to want to be on a date with you. The way you’ve made it sound, it’s like, maybe he’s scared or something? But it’s not you. And how are things with your parents? Your mom called yesterday, right?”
Damn Seth. He was always good at reading me, reading my moods and my thoughts. “Same as always. She still thinks I’m going to hell. She asked me when I’m coming home. Then she cried because she loves me so much. Then she made me feel guilty because of how much harder the farm is getting for my dad to manage, and how it was always supposed to be mine.” But I didn’t want it. I could never be me back home. Why was I supposed to live a life they’d decided for me?
“I’m sorry,” Seth whispered.
“It is what it is,” I replied, swiping a burnt-orange color across my lids. I was in the mood to be autumn-ish tonight.
“It looks like it’s going to rain. Why don’t you take my car to work?” Seth asked, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to be a burden to him, didn’t want to feel like I was mooching off my friend, so I said no as I always did.