Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Feeling as if last night brought us closer together, I slide my hand down his stomach and wiggle my fingers under the elastic band of his boxers. He’s hot, insanely hard, and surprisingly as silky as the finest fabric in existence. I grip and stroke him softly, watching his face for a reaction.
His lips part marginally, and his hips rotate in a tiny, delicious circle. I grin against the skin of his neck. I sweep my tongue out and love the way his early morning facial hair under his jawline feels on my tongue. It’s raw and rough, and I can’t help but wonder what it’ll feel like against my own body.
He shifts again and suddenly stills. Pulling my head away slightly, I look at his face, but I keep my hand moving on his cock. I’ve read books; I know men love to be woken up sexually.
His eyes jerk open, and he looks from my eyes to my hand hidden behind his boxers and back to my eyes. I smile at him and give him a little squeeze.
“Morn…” I begin.
“Goddamn it, Khloe,” he says climbing out of the bed as quickly as he can. It would be comical if he didn’t have fire in his eyes. I’m not talking about the passion he had last night either. He is pissed. “This isn’t a fucking joke to me!”
He storms away from the bed and slams the bathroom door behind him. Tears flood my eyes, and my nose burns as I try to fight them. Rejection has never hurt so much.
I climb off the bed, trying not to fall from the tangled sheets around my ankles and scoop up my clothes from last night. Quietly making my way to his door, I check the hall and make sure no one else is in between his door and mine. I scurry like a lost mouse back to my room and close it almost silently behind me.
I’ve been pushing to take things further for days, but I can honestly say I think I pushed him too hard this morning. Even after last night, he still refuses me. He’s never yelled at me before. Twice he’s chastised me for tempting him too much, but both of those situations ended with a sweet kiss to the forehead, not a slamming door.
I drag myself to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. I recognize the desolate girl looking back at me; I’ve seen her a million times before. She’s hopeless and hurt. These emotions I know how to handle; it was the elation and happiness I’ve been feeling the last couple of days that were new to me.
I strip out of his t-shirt and fold it neatly. I need a shower, but I know the shirt is going right back on after I get out. My self-hatred and regret will come easier while wearing it.
***
The knock at the door pulls me from a nap I didn’t even know I was taking.
“Come in,” I say, sleep evident in my voice.
My heart speeds up, hoping Kid has calmed down and is coming to tell me he doesn’t hate me. My face falls slightly when Emmalyn sticks her head inside.
“Sorry,” she says walking in and shutting the door. “I can tell you were hoping it was someone else.”
I sit up on the bed and pull a pillow from behind me so I can clutch it to my chest.
Here comes the ‘you’re too young, you need to leave him be’ speech. I can see it in her eyes.
“Nice shirt,” she says with a smirk as she sits on the end of the bed.
I hold the pillow up higher but can’t hide the grin on my face. “Fits perfectly,” I say over the top of my barricade. That’s a lie of course; the shirt is so big I could wear it as a dress.
“Looks like it. I missed you at breakfast and lunch. Kid stormed through but refused to talk to anyone. So…” she says trailing off. I tilt my head at her. “Spill,” she says kicking her leg out and tapping my knee with it.
As much as I want to right now, I’ve never done the bestie girlfriend thing. Not that I’d consider Emmalyn a close friend, but other than Kid, she’s literally the only other person I’d consider even an acquaintance.
“Tell me,” she begs with a wide grin on her face.
“We umm…” I don’t even know how to say it. I can feel my face flush, reddening at my embarrassment.
“You guys had sex? Was it good?”
Is this what it’s like to have girlfriends? They share this kind of stuff.
I laugh. “No it didn’t go that far.”
“He ate you out?”
I huff incredulously. “I wish.”
“So he fingered you then?”
“No. I umm… did that myself, while he…” I make a jacking motion with my hand.