Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Mind-blowing.
All stimulating.
And again, I didn’t even touch her.
“Hmm ... Jackson...”
She just got off to me.
To me.
“Did ... you ... like ... the ... show?”
My heart dropped.
She deviously opened her eyes, staring right at me as if she knew I’d been awake and witnessing her masturbate on my thigh. And then I just knew...
“You fuckin’ brat.”
She giggled, spewing, “Payback’s a bitch, asshole.”
“Oh, Gremlin, you just started a war.”
“I won this round.”
“Yeah, no shit.” I got out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To rub one out, I’m fuckin’ dying now. Why? Do you wanna watch?”
She laughed her ass off, happy with the fact that she just gave me a massive case of blue balls...
For the rest of the day.
Chapter 13
<>Harley<>
“I can’t get rid of this kink,” I expressed to Jackson, rubbin’ the back of my neck.
We were stuck together for the whole day, walkin’ around Gatlinburg while all our friends went and did couple things.
Lucky me...
“I know how to fix that.”
“How?”
“Blow jobs.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, I saw it on a documentary. Something about the bobbing of your head gets it right out. I can help you with that if you want?”
“Oh, can you?”
“Absolutely. I’d sacrifice my cock in your mouth for the greater cause.”
“How noble of you.”
He shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a gentleman. Besides, it’s the least you could do after the bullshit you pulled this morning.”
“I feel like I should win an award for that. It was like a Pornhub performance.”
“What do you know about Pornhub, Harley?”
“A lot.”
“You watch porn?”
“I love porn.”
His eyes snapped over to me, connectin’ with mine.
“Excuse me, what?”
I giggled, blushin’.
“Baby girl, you can’t say shit like that to me and then get all shy.” The back of his fingers swept across my cheek. “Although, I do love that shade of red on you.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“Now tell me, what kind of porn do you watch?”
“Jackson...”
“You started it. Now you’re gotta finish it.”
Takin’ a deep breath, I replied, “Erotica.”
“Oh ... you like softcore porn.”
“It’s still porn.”
“Except all the good parts are edited out.”
“Which are?”
“The fuckin’.”
“Ugh. What about the romance?”
“What about it?”
“You’re such a guy.”
“I’m a man. When we watch porn, it’s ’cuz we wanna fuck our fists. Not watch two people make-out.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
“Why are you suddenly getting your panties all up in a bunch?”
“Nothin’. Never mind.”
He grabbed my arm, haltin’ my steps.
“Don’t give me that shit. Nothing always means something, so spill it.”
“Fine. You asked for it. You like to watch people fuckin’, yeah?”
“Are you really pissed at me ’cuz of my taste in porn?”
“No, I don’t care about that. I’m not pissed at you, but your taste in porn just reminds me of what you did with Willow—”
“We’re back to this shit? Are you fuckin’ with me? Harley, I haven’t touched Willow since before your sixteenth birthday.”
I jerked back, surprised he admitted that. It was one thing to assume and whole other thing to actually hear him say it. I hated bringin’ up Willow, except it was hard not to.
I didn’t trust him.
I didn’t want to get hurt.
However, I was beginnin’ to think I had no choice in the matter.
“Have you been with anyone aside from Willow?”
“Wow. You really wanna go there? Are you trying to pick a fight?”
“No. I wanna know the truth.”
“Have you heard of me fuckin’ anyone else?”
I shook my head no.
“Then you already have your answer.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He let go of my arm, and we began walkin’ again. Tryin’ to hide back the huge smile takin’ over my face. My whole body feelin’ somethin’ I couldn’t even begin to describe or verbalize.
We walked for what seemed like hours, chattin’ about nothin’ in particular. At times, I felt like I was the only girl in his eyes, and this was one of those moments.
I watched the way he looked at me.
The way his lips moved when he talked.
The way he smiled, openin’ every door for me.
While his intense stare mirrored mine, watchin’ me just as closely.
Just as honestly.
As if I was his everythin’.
Makin’ me feel like I was.
I paid attention to every word he said, his hand always findin’ some way to touch me, tickle me, feel me against him.
We laughed.
We joked.
We picked on each other.
It was amazin’, this new territory we were walkin’ into together. I wanted to engrain it into my memory to take a piece of him back home with me. Petrified by the way he affected my mind and my heart, but it was so very real.
The emotion...
The chemistry between us.
It was a spark just waitin’ to explode.
I wanted his touch.
His taste.
His adoration and love.
Everythin’.
Anythin’.
Every. Last. Part.
Him.
My bully.
My boy.
Even with all I was experiencin’, it didn’t take away the little voice in the back of mind that played on constant repeat. Warnin’ me to stay away. We’d gone through hell and back together, and still here we were in this new place where I had no idea how I fit into his world.