Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Roll over,’’ he said. I rolled over and looked at him, wishing to hell I’d never opened my stupid mouth. Boonie wasn’t a guy to mess with. He got in more trouble than any of the other freshmen. Even worse, he’d started running around with some of the older kids in the trailer park ever since he’d shot up last summer. Now he was six feet tall. It occurred to me that I didn’t really know him that well anymore.
We were only six months apart in age, but I was just a lowly eighth grader.
Crap.
“Can I get up?”
“Do you have five bucks?”
“No,” I admitted, feeling a little sick.
Boonie dropped to his knees next to me, a knowing smirk on his face. “I knew you didn’t when I made the bet.”
“What do you mean?”
“You had to borrow a dollar from Erin to get a drink and there’s no way you’d leave any cash at home. Your dad would take it.”
Well. Looked like Boonie knew me a little too well.
I sat up and we faced each other, our faces a little closer than felt comfortable. A strange tension had come into the air. I’d known him most of my life, but these last few months he’d been more distant. Now I didn’t know how to act around him or what to say.
Erin had a crush on him, said he was hot. Studying his face I could see it—he had strong features, and his short, dark hair was just shaggy enough that I wanted to touch it. Push it back, away from his face so I could see him better.
This was totally messed up—I shouldn’t be thinking shit like this about Boonie. We’d always alternated between being friends and enemies.
This was different. Scary.
Boonie lifted a hand toward my hair and I flinched, feeling my cheeks heat.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“What do you think?”
I licked my lips and his eyes followed the movement. My breath caught as he leaned forward just a little.
“You guys up there?’’ Erin called, her voice shrill. “Darcy! Where are you? Is Boonie with you?”
I eyed him warily. “Erin likes you.”
He shrugged.
“So?”
“She’s my friend.”
“Come here.”
“We should get going,” I said, scooting back across the pine needles. My jeans caught on a branch, stopping me. Boonie leaned forward, crawling up and over my body. He wasn’t touching me, but his knees straddled mine. Then his hands came down on either side of my head.
“Give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.”
I didn’t know what to say. His eyes were dark, intense. I knew he’d kissed girls before, maybe even more than kissed. I’d even seen him coming out of Shanda Reed’s trailer a few times. She was sixteen and everyone knew she slept around. Not that I judged her for it—she’d baby-sat me a couple of times when I was little and used to build tent forts for me. I liked her.
But I had a feeling she wasn’t building forts with Boonie.
I licked my lips again, knowing I should kick him in the balls. Instead I watched as his head came closer. Then his lips brushed mine, ever so softly. Something strange and new started to uncurl deep inside. Something restless and needy. When his teeth nipped I opened my mouth with a soft sigh.
Then his tongue slipped inside.
Holy. Shit.
Erin said open-mouthed kissing was slutty. No wonder Shanda was slutty, because this was amazing. Boonie’s body lowered over mine and I felt his weight press me back down into the pine needles.
The kiss was harder now, his tongue plunging deep into me and his fingers tangled into my hair. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel as he thrust one of his strong thighs between my legs.
That’s when I felt it.
Something hard, pushing against my stomach.
Was that . . . ?
Ohmygod!
“Darcy!” Erin yelled again. She was almost on top of us and we both froze. Boonie lifted his head, staring down at me in heated silence. Whole worlds burned in his eyes and I knew things would never be the same between us again. His hips shifted once, restlessly.
“Darcy, where the hell are you?” she shouted again. I opened my mouth to reply, but before any sound could come out Boonie put a finger across my lips.
“Stay quiet. She can’t see us,” he whispered. His pelvis pressed down into mine and suddenly I knew exactly where this was going. Boonie might only be six months older than me, but he was years ahead of me when it came to this kind of game.
I wasn’t ready. Not at all.
“I’m coming, Erin!’’ I shouted abruptly. Boonie’s eyes narrowed, but he pushed away, letting me sit up. Then he was pulling me to my feet. Watching him warily, I reached for my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
“I’ll be right down!” I yelled, backing away.