Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Her gorgeous eyes lock with mine. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah, tonight... tomorrow... go out on a date with me.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah?” I didn’t think it would be that easy. She was just complaining about guys bugging her, so I kind of assumed she’d turn me down. Layla, Tori, and Kaylee have been on a self-imposed anti-boyfriend kick all year—since Layla caught her boyfriend cheating, and it broke her heart.
“Yeah.”
“Well, damn,” Declan says once I put Kaylee down, and we walk over to join everyone. The jocks are all gone now, and only Gage, Tori, Declan, and Layla are sitting where the girls’ stuff is. “How come you didn’t kiss me like that, Layla, huh? I want a do-over.”
Layla laughs and shoves his chest playfully. “Funny.”
I notice Gage is staring at Tori like he wants to eat her alive, so I wonder how their kiss went. If it was as amazing as the one I just experienced with Kaylee.
“Have you guys heard from Camden?” Layla asks, pulling out her phone to I’m sure text him. “I think he’s in Nashville.” Camden and Layla met right before our sophomore year when she moved in next door. Camden’s been in love with her ever since, but she has no clue. We’ve all told him to tell her how he feels, but he’s too damn chicken.
“I’m going in the water,” Tori says, standing and shaking the sand off her body. She glances at Gage. “Wanna join me?”
Gage shrugs, playing it cool. “Sure.”
“I wanna go too,” Layla adds, shoving her phone in her bag.
Declan stands to join them as well, leaving Kaylee and me.
“You guys coming?” Layla asks.
“Nah, you go,” Kaylee says, her gaze darting over to me. “Braxton and I have to discuss where he’s taking me out tonight.”
Layla’s eyes go wide. “What? When did that happen? While you were kissing?” Kaylee laughs. “What happened to our anti-boyfriend pact?” Layla pouts.
“It’s officially summer,” Kaylee says, “which means it’s over.”
Fuck yes.
Layla side-eyes her. “Whatever.” She steps off the beach blanket. “Oh, shit! The sand is hot!”
“Jump on,” Declan drawls, and Layla does so, laughing as he runs toward the water with her on his back, not stopping until they’re completely submerged. Gage and Tori follow, stopping before they get to the water.
“Now, about that date,” Kaylee says once we’re alone. “What time are you picking me up?”
CHAPTER THREE
BRAXTON
OCTOBER: SENIOR YEAR
“This is crazy!” Kaylee yells, holding me tightly as we drive down the road toward The Hamptons. It’s our four-month anniversary, and to celebrate, I stole my dad’s motorcycle and asked Camden for the keys to his parents’ beach house since nobody’s there this weekend. I texted Kaylee to pack a bag and to tell her mom she’s spending the weekend with Layla.
With the cool breeze whirring around us, Kaylee snuggles up to me, her head resting against my back. Her hands find their way under my shirt, and she presses her cold fingers against my hot stomach. We’ve been taking it slow for the past few months. Going on dates, hanging out. Kaylee’s a virgin, so I didn’t want to rush her. But when she told me she was ready, I wanted it to be perfect. We might be young, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuck her in the back seat of a car. I want tonight to be memorable for us both.
Two hours later, we step into the beach house. We’ve been here before for barbecues and shit, so we both know our way around. Camden’s dad’s one rule is no one is allowed in the master bedroom, so we go straight to the guest room that houses a queen-size bed and an en suite bathroom, and set our bags down.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Kaylee says, suddenly sounding nervous.
“You hungry? I was thinking we could go out to dinner.”
“Okay, that sounds good.”
While I wait for her to get ready, I look up restaurants in the area and make reservations at one that looks good. I’m checking out the menu when Kaylee walks out in nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Her face is clean from all the makeup she was wearing earlier, and her blond hair is wet. She’s never looked so beautiful.
She stops in front of me, nervously sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. I open my legs, and she steps between them, dragging her fingers through my hair. She tugs on the strands, and I glance up at her. Our mouths collide, and she moans as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I planned to make tonight special by lighting some candles and shit, but the moment she undoes her towel, dropping it to the floor, nothing matters but being with her.
Every man’s wet dream, Kaylee has an athlete’s body, lithe and toned, tits that fit perfectly in the palm of my hands, and an ass that’s just thick enough to grab handfuls of. Every man can look all they want, but she’s mine... all fucking mine. And I’m the only one allowed to touch her, kiss her, caress her.