Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, her arms looping around my neck.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I say, gripping her by the ass and lifting us. Her legs immediately lock around my waist, and I walk her straight back into her closet, kicking the door closed behind her as my lips come down on hers.
She laughs and mutters something about ruining her hair and makeup that she just spent far too long on, but she does absolutely nothing to push me away. Instead, she’s the one to pull me closer. Then just like the first time I really kissed her in this very closet, I press her up against the wall. The need I have for her is simply never sated.
My lips drop to the base of her neck as she reaches down between us, freeing me from my pants as I reach beneath her short skirt to remove her panties. “Condom?” she pants, bringing my lips back to hers.
I fish one out of my back pocket, and she takes it from me, tearing it open with her teeth before rolling it into place. Then finally, I’m there, pushing into her as she holds on to me, both of us panting with a deep hunger until we’re exploding with intense pleasure.
Once she’s settled back on her feet, her underwear fixed in place, she steps into me, pressing up on her toes to kiss me. “Are you ready to go?”
“We could just stay here,” I suggest, not really in the mood to party tonight, but that’s exactly what summer is for, and with Zoey by my side, it’s been the best summer of my life.
“You leave tomorrow,” she says. “And as much as I’d love to stay right here and do that all over again, you have to go. It’s the last time you’ll see most of these guys. Besides, it’s not like we have to stay all night. Just a quick stop to show your face, and then . . . just you and me.”
I groan, pulling her in hard against me. “What the hell happened to you? You’re usually the first person to suggest skipping these things, and now you’re dying to go?”
Zoey scoffs as she pulls out of my arms and strides across the room to grab her phone off her desk, shutting off the music. “Trust me, I’m definitely not dying to go to this thing,” she tells me. “Maybe you’ve forgotten that apart from you, I literally had no one to talk to at school, so going tonight is only going to remind me just how many friends I don’t have. Buuuuut, you have about a billion of them, and they’re all desperate to see you one last time.”
“I don’t give a shit what they want.”
“I know,” she says with a heavy sigh. “But you’re still going, and you’re going to have a great time, and when we get home, you’re going to spend every last minute loving me.” She rolls her tongue over her bottom lip, hunger flashing in her eyes. “You’re gonna love me in the back of your car. In my bed. Up against the wall. And maybe if you’re lucky, I might even let you love me right here on the floor.”
I groan. Her words only make me want to stay home with her more. “Okay, fine,” I finally tell her, taking her hand and pulling her into me before leading her out of her room. “But we’re staying for an hour, tops. I don’t want to waste what’s left of tonight on them when I could be with you.”
A soft smile spreads across her lips as we make our way downstairs, and as usual, she gets a lecture from her mom about underage drinking while Hazel goes out of her way to offer me a plate of food that looks far too suspicious to be innocent.
Once Zoey’s convinced her mom she’s not about to turn into a sloppy drunk, we get going, and she remains silent the whole drive out to the lake. “You good?” I ask as I park and get out of the car. I walk around the front and meet her there, taking her hand and leading her toward the party.
“Yeah, fine,” she finally says, glancing around. “Just want to get this over and done with so that I don’t have to share you.”
I give her a tight smile, about to tell her that we’ll leave right now, when I see the guys from the football team bounding across the shore of the lake to tackle me away from Zoey. As they pull me away, I glance back, and she gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she tells me. “Go have fun.”
I hold her stare a little while longer, not wanting to leave her alone, but she trails off to get herself a drink and smiles at a few girls. They seem to welcome her in, and when she starts laughing with them, my chest eases, and I allow the guys to drag me away.