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)
English and Math are before lunch then I have a free period. Stiles is waiting for me at my locker as I get my purse. My hands move to his chest, my body flush with his.
Leaning up on my tiptoes I whisper in his ear, “Right now?” Then leaning back down, I pull him by his hand into the same stock room I was once in with Ryken.
“Right now,” I say, kicking the door shut with my foot and pressing my body up against his. Stiles doesn’t waste any time and does exactly what I want without me saying another word. His trousers are unzipped, and he’s lifting my leg up. Stiles turns me, so my back isn’t against the door, but now pushed against the stack of books behind me and I use it to place my hands to keep me steady as he slides into me.
He kisses down my neck, the suspense of being caught and the feeling of him being in me is almost overpowering.
The door creaks open ever so slightly.
You wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking.
Stiles doesn’t notice.
But I do, and I definitely see who’s opened it. Ryken’s peeking in and staring directly at me. His dark eyes hold mine. He doesn’t move them to the person that’s currently between my legs and inside me. Just looking at Ryken staring at me almost has me coming, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Stiles is the one fucking me.
Ryken watches me with intent for what feels like minutes, which is probably only seconds, until I come. Gripping my nails into Stiles’ shoulders, my eyes close, and when I reopen them he’s no longer there.
The door is shut.
Was Ryken really there?
I’m sure I didn’t dream that was him.
No. I know he was there.
Definitely.
“How am I meant to get through the rest of the day with your smell all over me? I’ll be fucking horny all day.”
We straighten our clothes as I press a kiss to the side of his lips.
“We have second period.” I giggle.
He taps my ass. “You naughty little thing.”
Pulling the door open, we check no one is there before we walk out. Pulling me in for one last kiss just as the bell rings, I laugh at him.
“I have to go home tonight.”
He shakes his head against my lips. “No, you do not.”
His parents have been so good to me. They don’t care that I’m always there. At first, it felt weird. Now, it’s become my normal. My new kind of normal. Pushing against him, I turn my head to look around before I look back to him.
Ryken is there again, and he’s watching me.
“I do. I have to do some washing. Get school clothes.” He relents as I turn back to look at him. “You’ll see me tomorrow, though. Then the next day. Then the day after that.”
He pulls me to him. “And every fucking day after that.”
“Amen to that.”
The bell rings again, finalizing last bell as he pulls away from me. It’s my free period, so I plan to go home early.
“Call me later?”
I nod my head then watch as he walks away.
“You seem to be really taken with him. Yet, you looked at me like you wish it were me.” Turning around, Ryken’s standing right behind me. He looks sinful. Delicious. Forbidden.
Shaking my head, I ignore him and walk away. Not saying a word, because if I do, I’m afraid what will come out when my life feels good for the first time in forever. I can’t jeopardize that. I won’t gamble that feeling away for Ryken.
Chapter 17
Ryken
She pushes my buttons, and I can’t handle it. Barbie’s under my skin and I want her out from under it. Since the day I saw her fucking Stiles in the same place we almost had sex is a new low for me. Two weeks I’ve been sitting on it, waiting to see what she’ll do, what she’ll say. Nothing has come.
Now I have a whole new ballgame to play. I have my eighteenth birthday to deal with. A lot comes with this day and a great deal from my father.
Father taps his hands on the back of the chair as he stands at the table while I eat. “At the club?”
I shake my head. He wants to know where I want my party.
“Where then, Ryken?”
“Here.”
He shakes his head. “You know that can’t happen.”
I look past him to the basement door. “Why? Do you have another girl down there you plan on selling?”
His chair scrapes loudly as he pulls it out. “Clients come here. My business is brought here.”
“So, again... do you have some girl strapped down there?”
Father scratches his head. “Ryken... think fucking clearly.”
My hands touch the cold oak table. “Most of my friends aren’t eighteen.”
He nods like he finally understands. “You still seeing that brunette?” He always asks like he’s waiting for the ball to drop.