Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 79183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
I start to write. “Friends for life.”
He takes the marker and writes. “Ride or die.”
I laugh. “Friends at school too, and friends for life, no matter what.”
“Always.” He writes below it. I can tell he’s hesitating or thinking about adding something else. He slowly raises the marker to the top and adds Quinn’s name in with ours as if to say, it’s a pact for everyone, rules for everyone.
Friendship rules.
I smile when I see it, then hold out my hand for the marker. Ambrose passes it over. His fingertips are warm, sexy, and comforting in a way that they shouldn’t be for something so simple.
I write. “Never have I ever had a boyfriend.”
I hand it back to him.
“Be my girlfriend, circle yes or no.” His writing is adorable.
“Hmm.” I grin at the paper. “Should I wait until first period tomorrow to circle?”
“And keep me in suspense?” He laughs. “Do you like torturing people?”
“Yes.”
“Figured.”
With shaking hands, I circle yes, then turn in his arms. He rests his chin on the top of my head for a few brief seconds before pulling back and lowering his head, pressing a slow kiss to my lips.
I’m suddenly lifted onto the kitchen counter and realize that this is the moment things become real. This is our moment.
Our chaos.
Our frenzy.
Our imperfect perfection.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Ambrose
My fingertips greedily slide up her sides, lifting her sweatshirt over her head and tossing it to the side. It lands in the sink.
I truly don’t give a fuck.
I just need to taste more of her, I need to take my time, but my body is so not on board with that idea.
“I need you.” I sound like a total simp, but I don’t even care. It’s been too much recently, and I just want her; I need her so desperately that I feel tears prick the back ok my eyes like a total loser, and then I just, I do lose. I lose to her. I lose it all. To her lips, the way they press against mine, pulling, taking.
I’m starving for her.
I only want what she gives.
I’ll kill for more of this.
My hands move to her hips. I fit perfectly in this space, the way she moves against me without even realizing that we already have this rhythm between us, something so natural and pure that I can only just keep kissing her and begging for more in my mind.
Her tongue wraps around mine, and then she pulls back and bites me in the fucking lip.
I walk her into the living room, still gripping her like a needy little shit.
I slam her against the couch and laugh. “Was that fun?”
“You tell me.”
“I’m out for blood.”
“I’m out for you.” She grips my head, and I come down and think to myself, yeah, you wanna play, I’ll play. I shove her against the cushions then toss them away, my hunger so big for her that even if she wants to run away, I’ll chase, every fucking time.
She’s mine.
Mine.
My teeth scrape against her neck.
She laughs like it’s funny.
I grip her ass.
More laughter.
“Girl came to play,” I whisper.
She flips me onto my back in a way that I wasn’t expecting as I fall onto the ground, her straddling me. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want mercy?”
I put my hands behind my head. “Yes.”
She lowers herself on me and grins. “I’m gonna make you my bitch.”
“Fuck yes.” I grip her by the hair and kiss her harder, harder until I can’t even feel my lips anymore. The table next to us shakes,
MB grabs me by the neck and pulls me against her; I didn’t expect her to be so aggressive, but I like it, and my body realizes it really soon.
We needed this.
Her.
This.
Touching.
Being together. Knowing that even in pleasure and pain, we have each other, and we have this, we’ve always had this explosive passion between us. I’m so hard I can’t function, or at least my body’s telling me that as I rub myself against her, as she reaches into my jeans and grips me so hard, I think I might die.
I kiss her neck, then lick up toward her chin. My teeth dig into her chin before kissing her on the mouth and tugging at her lips. Fuck she tastes good.
She shoves me back.
“What?” I ask.
A lean leg lifts, and her foot presses against my chest, down, down, down, oh hell, I’ll go deeper if that’s what she wants, down into the seven circles of hell as she presses me harder against the floor.
“I need you.” Is all she says as her top comes off her body thrown to the side, discarded like it’s a disgrace. I peel my shirt over my head, and it joins hers.
Her hands reach for my jeans and jerks them open.
“Here for it,” I say. “Also, can you make that really sexy face again just now because damn, I think I just orgasmed.”