Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I’m anything but annoyed right now.
Slowly, I wrap my legs around him, my eyes locked on his.
“Roux,” he chokes out. “Fucking Roux.”
His palm rests possessively on my ass, squeezing gently. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Like you’re going to spontaneously combust unless you can devour the one who makes you feel so alive?
“Jordy,” I murmur, shamelessly rubbing my body against the hardest part of him.
He curses, resting his forehead to mine, and closes his eyes. “I’ve been in prison for far too long. I haven’t… I haven’t fucked anyone in forever, Roux. Don’t do this to me. Please.”
His words cut me deep. Do what? Hold him? Hurt burrows its way inside me, carving out a place to hide and live. The rejection is colder than the river water, chilling me to the bone.
He is not your boyfriend, Roux.
You have one of those, dumbass.
“Sorry,” I croak out. “I just… Sorry.”
His nose rubs against mine. Our breath commingling, our mouths inches apart. I run my fingernails through his hair along his scalp, desperate to touch him anyway. He angles his head closer, inhaling my breath as it blows from my mouth. His lips nearly brush against mine, sending zings of desire straight to my core.
Overcome with the need to kiss him, I tilt my head so that our lips do touch. I press a kiss to his lips. And then another. It’s the third one I realize he’s making no moves to kiss me back. His body grows stiff as he shuts down. He turns his head to the side and carefully extricates me from his body.
“That…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That was a mistake.”
I recoil at his words. “What?”
“You’re fuckin’ seventeen, Roux. My best friend’s sister. Just because I’m horny as hell, doesn’t mean I need to make out with you, Little Hoodlum. I’m sorry. You’re just the first thing I’ve come across.” His words are icy cold and cruel. “I need to get laid. And not by you.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “Fuck you.”
“Stop,” he orders. “Don’t be a child about this.”
I haul off and smack the shit out of him. “Don’t be an asshole about this.” My hand stings from the force I hit him with. I doubt it even registered to him. His dark eyes are fiery and intense as he pins me in place with one look.
“You caught me at a weak moment.” He shrugs. “After this weekend, I’ll get laid and then things can go back to normal. It’ll be like old times. Me, you, and Roan.”
I scoff at him. “Things aren’t like they once were. Now we have Hollis and Char and Kelsey.” I poke him in the chest. “And my boyfriend.”
He scowls, fury flashing in his eyes. “Boyfriend, huh? Roan didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”
“Probably because he’s been my secret boyfriend for a while now.” I smirk at him. “I think you know him.”
Poke the beast, Roux. Excellent idea.
“So help me,” Jordy growls, “if you’re referring to Kayden fucking Ramirez, I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
He wants to hurt me?
I can hurt him right back.
I’m no longer the innocent girl he remembers. I grew claws when he left me here to fend for myself.
“At least he actually wants to fuck me,” I spit out at him.
I don’t wait for his reply, swimming back to the shore as fast as I can.
Screw Jordy.
He can’t destroy my life by leaving me and then destroy it again by coming back.
“I’m going to kill him,” he calls out behind me.
His words chill me to the bone because I know them as truth. He’s killed for me four times before. What’s one more?
Jordy
I’m halfway to drunk. Off three beers. Fuck. I scrub my palm down over my face, trying and failing to hear what Cal is saying. Apparently he and Terrence are having the time of their lives off at college. Those two idiots haven’t grown up at all, fucking everything that moves.
Roan, on the other hand…
His smile is serene as his fingers run through Hollis’s hair. Hollis, who’s sitting at his feet and nursing a beer, is happy as a lark. Husbands. What the fuck. I’m not a homophobe, I just don’t understand what Roan ever saw in the rat. He’s a total prissy dork. I mean…to totally go from manwhore who fucks every chick at our school to full-on gay was hard to comprehend. Yet, here we are. Hollis not only hooked my best friend, but he got him to put a ring on it.
And they’re so fucking happy.
I’m envious of them, even if I don’t understand it.
“No offense, Hollis,” Cal says, his voice slurring slightly, “but I’d totally fuck your sister.”
Hollis groans. “Have fun in prison.”
“Say hi to Dad,” Roan chimes in.
The reminder that she’s seventeen, like Roux, is a kick to the balls. What was I thinking? I almost fucked Roux Hirsch in the goddamn river. Holy shit.