Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
He glares right back.
I spin around and focus my attention on Jeremiah.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“No, just got tired of facing that way.”
“Yeah, this is a much better view.” He grips my hips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
We dance together for three more songs and from the way he’s looking at me, I can tell that he’s wishing we were alone.
I’m wishing that I’d stayed in my room instead of coming to this party.
As the DJ switches to random lo-fi, someone taps my shoulder from behind.
“We need to talk,” Easton says. “Now.”
“She’s busy at this time, Easton.” Jeremiah tightens his hold on me. “Whatever it is can wait.”
“It can’t actually.” Easton grabs me from behind. “Not for another second.”
“Dude.” Jeremiah pushes Easton in the chest. “Are you drunk or something?”
“I’m one hundred percent sober.” Easton tugs me away from Jeremiah and through the crowd, pulling me through the hallway and outside onto the porch.
“Hey Easton! Hey Tully!” New arrivals call out as he holds the door open for them.
He groans, looking over at the chairs on our veranda before damn near dragging me to the side garden.
Letting my hand go, he pushes me against the brick wall.
My wings take most of the impact.
“What the hell were you doing with Jeremiah in there?” He growls.
“Dancing.” I snap. “The same thing you were doing with my sister.”
“I wasn’t touching her or pretending like I wanted to fuck her.”
“Who said I was pretending?”
“My heart isn’t a goddamn yo-yo, Scarlett.”
“Then why are you allowed to toy with mine?”
“You started this shit.”
“Then allow me to end it.” I hiss. “I’m done with you. Fuck you and fuck this toxic ass relationship. I can’t take it anymore.”
I start to walk away from him, but he grabs me and pins my wings to the bricks again.
“Don’t make me scream, Easton,” I say. “Let’s just end this.”
“Is that what you really want?”
“That’s what I said.”
“That’s not the same thing…” He grabs my hands and lifts them over my head, pressing them against the house. “Tell me. Is that what you really want?”
“No.”
His lips meet mine in a fury, and he kisses my mouth like he owns it.
Letting go of my hands, he slides a hand under my dress and pushes my panties to the side. He slides two fingers inside me and I moan and grind my hips against his hand.
Our eyes are locked on each other as another emotional levee breaks, and he kisses me even harder, as if this is our last chance, as if he needs to give me a reason to never deny him again.
I never want to kiss anyone else, though. I only want anyone to experience this man’s lips for the rest of my life.
“Fuck. We can’t be out here.” He stops kissing me and pulls me away from the house. From the look in his eyes and the speed in which he's moving, I don't bother asking where we're going.
He takes me through the side entrance and escorts me into the garage.
My head hits a hanging light as he locks the door, and suddenly my ass is pressed against the front of my dad's Buick.
“For the record, I tell you everything, Scarlett,” he says, gripping my waist, “Fucking everything. No matter how ugly it is or how hurtful. I always tell you the truth and I need you to promise to do the same with me.”
"How many different ways can I possibly say that this relationship is too complicated?” Tears prick my eyes without my permission. “Do you want me to say it in different languages?”
“No…”
"I hate seeing you with her, Easton,” I say. "Is that better?"
He brushes away a stream of my tears.
"I hate hearing everyone talk about how cute of a couple you are, and I hate knowing that in the end, I’m the only one who will look like the bad person.”
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone will think I stole you. I'm sure you'll look awful too, but they'll attack me way more.”
“You shouldn't care what anyone will think," he says, "We both know the truth.”
"What exactly is the truth, Easton?"
“I’m in love with you, and I don't care who the fuck finds out. Their reactions won’t make me feel any less for you. Nothing will keep us apart, not even you.”
I stare at him, completely speechless.
Done talking, he moves between my legs and pulls the top of my costume down—exposing my breasts and sucking my right nipple into his mouth.
I moan and grab onto his hair.
“I want you,” he whispers. “Now."
“I want you too…”
He pulls a condom from his pocket and unzips his pants.
I take the packet from his fingers as he pulls out his cock, and I gasp at the sight of it.
I’ve felt him pressed up against me in my bed before, blushed when he slid his hand over mine and made me touch it, but I’ve never really stared at it. Never really realized how much I wanted to feel it inside me until now.