Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I open the door to my car gingerly, throwing my hands up and jumping back as I open it, half expecting paint to explode in my face. But again, there’s nothing. I leave the radio off as I drive home, and I can’t tell if I feel triumphant or annoyed. It doesn’t feel like “winning” the prank war if Jamison just never responds. If he’s gotten bored with it and walked away, that’s not a win for me.
But, whatever.
No one’s home when I get there, so I head upstairs to my room to start in on the mountain of homework I have to do. I sling my bag off my shoulder, open my bedroom door…
And I freeze. My heart stops, and my jaw about hits the ground.
You’ve got to be shitting me.
It’s dicks.
Dicks again. And not printed picture like last time. Real—well, plastic—dicks. And there are tons of them, fucking everywhere.
There are what has to be fifty or more big, floppy, obscene looking dildos all over my room. Taped to the wall, hanging from strings from the frame of my bed, there’s even one with a suction cup standing tall and proud in my desk chair. Another suction-cup one is stuck to the top of my laptop, with a third one jiggling gently against the big window overlooking the back gardens.
I blush wildly, my eyes sweeping the room until my mouth falls open at the one on my bed. I mean Jesus, it’s like two fucking feet look and looks like it belongs on a horse. And I mean that literally. It’s literally a horse dick dildo. My face burns hotly, my core tightening as my eyes sweep over the raunchy scene of my room.
“Surprise.”
I shriek, jumping out of my skin as I whirl at the sound of Jamison’s voice.
“Are you fucking serious with this shit?”
He laughs deeply, and damnit if that laugh and the way those gorgeous lips curl at the corners doesn’t send a shiver through me.
“You didn’t like the printouts. I figured you were just mad that you couldn’t pick them up or use them, so I did the next best thing. For you, of course.”
I blush heatedly, swallowing thickly as I eye him.
“I—you’re disgusting.”
“You’re repressed.”
“I am not.”
He just nods as I glare at him.
“Alright, ass, help me pick these up and get rid of them.”
Jamison makes a face, raking his fingers through his hair.
“Ramona, I really don’t think it’s appropriate for me to touch your sex toys, do you?”
I roll my eyes as I whirl and march over to the floppy one stuck to my window. I yank it off with a popping sound from the suction cup, blushing at the feel of the obscene thing in my hand as I whirl and chuck it right at Jamison. He laughs deeply, ducking out its path before he darts for my dresser. He snatches up a big, thick purple one and whirls on me with a huge grin on his face. I shriek in laughter as he charges at me, swinging it like a big floppy sword. I’m giggling as I lunge away from him, scrambling over my bed to get away.
“Stop!” I giggle, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Cock-attack!” he roars, throwing the purple monster my way. I convulse with laughter as it whacks my leg, giggling as I reach for another one on my bedside table—this one with comically huge balls attached to it—and wing it at his head.
Jamison charges me with one short, thick pink one in one hand and a big clear floppy one in the other. I gasp and lunge for the bed, grabbing the enormous horse cock up and swinging it with both hands, making him laugh as we start to sword fight with the sex toys. One clear rubber one slaps my neck, and I explode in more giggles as I jab the horse dick into his chest, making him roar with laughter. He knocks it away, I yank the clear dildo out of his hand, and suddenly, we’re falling into each other.
…Suddenly, it’s not a game anymore.
I’m gasping, blood roaring in my ears, and Jamison’s big, muscled arms around me. I look up, panting for air and swallowing thickly, my eyes locking with his and something wild blazing between them. His jaw tightens, his eyes flash with fire, and suddenly, it’s like we’re two different people.
Suddenly, I’m not the overachieving strait-laced, up-tight girl he sees me as. And he’s not the cocky, smug prick of a bully he’s always been. We’re just a guy and a girl, panting, pressed tight, lips inches apart and pulses and hormones roaring through us.
And suddenly, we break.
Jamison’s hand slides to my jaw, cupping my face. And before I know it, he leans in, my heart flips, and his lips brush mine.
And then, they fucking bruise mine.