Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Maybe I should...”
Livia drops the slip.
She’s naked.
“I’ll make you forget. Don’t you want to forget, Ryken?” Her voice is smooth, confident, sexy.
Can she make me forget? Forget that I’ve just lost the only woman I’ve ever loved. I doubt it, but I’m willing to let her try.
“I do,” I reply answering her question.
Does she know? She couldn’t.
Livia steps closer, reaches for my jeans and pulls at the belt, slipping it through the rings and off. My shirt is next, yanked over my head and discarded to the floor.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
She nods, steps back and waits for me to step toward her. Her legs hit the back of her bed, and she sits with them apart slightly.
Sex.
What teenager doesn’t want it?
What teenager can say no to it?
Not fucking me.
So I step forward. Her hand reaches out, and she wraps it around my cock, her warm hand starts stroking as she looks up to me. Pulling away, I reach down for my trousers and pull a condom free. Sliding it on, I push her on the bed. She’s eager. She arches up for me as I reach between us and press my finger on her clit. She moans, closing her eyes. A finger slides in, feeling her wet and ready for me.
“Fuck me, Ryken.”
I do as she says. There’s no need to withhold if it’s what she wants. So I slip my finger out and slide my hard cock in. She takes it like she wants it. Her hands lift up, roaming my back as I push in and out of her. Her nails sliding along my shoulder blades trying to mark me.
Fucking her isn’t dulling the pain flying through my chest, it’s just masking it.
And not by much.
I stop.
Her hands still and she sits up on her elbows to look at me. “Ryken?”
I shake my head pulling out of her, disposing of the condom, and dressing fast. “I can’t fucking do this,” I say while still shaking my head.
“What did I do? I can change.”
My fingers scrub through my hair. My damn mind is everywhere. The last thing I want to do is try to please someone who’s needy. Fuck! This is what happens when you think with your cock.
“My mother died...” My eyes close and then reopen, “... I just found out.”
Her hand cups her mouth, and her eyes go wide. Turning, I reach for the door handle, but she speaks, stopping me from leaving.
“Don’t go. Please don’t. Just stay. We don’t have to do anything, but lay down or sleep.” Looking back at her, she’s sliding her slip on, pulling the edge of the blanket back and tapping the bed for me to climb in. “I won’t bite. Let’s talk. Maybe about school? That may help take your mind off everything, and help you at least to fall asleep.”
It sounds better than anything I was thinking of doing. So I kick my clothes back off and climb into bed with her. She lays her head on my shoulder once I’m next to her.
“Can you believe this is our last year?”
And that’s exactly how the rest of the night goes. We talk aimlessly until we both fall asleep, and my mother is at the back of my mind. Until tomorrow.
Chapter 6
Saskia
My weekend was nothing extraordinary, I stayed in my room studying English. I’m falling behind, and it isn’t something I can afford to do. I saw my mother once during that time. She came in to give me some money to do the food shopping, and that was it. She works two jobs and is never home. I sometimes think she forgets about me. Mom isn’t working two jobs to pay for the beautiful house we live in. Because let’s face it, it’s a shithole trailer, and she doesn’t do it to pay for my schooling either. That’s all scholarship. Maybe she does it to keep busy, I have no idea.
Robert’s the first person I see when I arrive at school on Monday. He waves me over to his locker as I make my way to him.
“I’ve decided we need to do one more before we rule out the no-party-ever-again situation.”
I turn away from him, but he catches my arm and pulls me back then goes back to his locker.
“You don’t get a say. You dragged me to the first one, I’ll be dragging you to the next. And hopefully, there’s no creepy men there to try to take what’s mine.” He winks at me then slams his locker shut.
“It’s almost impossible for me to be yours, considering I don’t have the right parts between my legs.”
He laughs then lets me finally walk to my own locker.
“Shit, she moves fast,” Robert comments with his brows furrowed.
My eyebrows pinch together when I look at him. Turning to follow his line of sight, that’s when I see what he’s talking about. Livia is walking down the hallway, her arm through Ryken’s. Smiling up at him talking.