Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He logged into my school account in the library and emailed all my teachers an image of my head superimposed onto a nude model’s body. Luckily, they figured out I was hacked because Mee-maw’s well-behaved granddaughter would never do such a thing, and he’s just lucky I didn’t tattle on him. He’d have been in so much trouble.
So naturally I waited until he had to take in his final paper that counts for a lot of his calculus grade, and I dumped his bag in the swimming pool. It was a handwritten paper that he worked super hard on. So much fun.
Watching him grit his teeth and stand there with clenched fists before uttering my name was the best thing ever. Such sweet revenge.
“You really want my worst?” he asks quietly, and I nod which makes his smile malicious. “I know exactly what to do to get you out of my bed and back into your own.”
“If you fart, I’m holding your head under the blanket.”
“I’m not gonna fart,” he breathes, trailing his fingers up my arm.
It isn’t until I feel his breath against my lips that I realize he’s about to kiss me. That wasn’t what I expected to happen. I tense, ready to push him away but his head diverts, his lips brush over my chin and land on the center of my throat.
A spasm of hot pleasure hits me so hard my blood immediately boils. I inhale sharply. Nobody has ever kissed me there before.
His hair tickles the skin of my shoulders as his lips gently lift. I swallow, surprised by how intense that felt.
“You gonna slap me, Prudence?”
I shake my head and try to roll over but he pulls me back. “I want to sleep.”
“Told you, I’m gonna make you leave,” he whispers, eyes excited.
Scowling at him, I sit up and he follows. “If you want me to leave, Kane, all you’ve got to do is ask.”
We stare each other down, my scowl versus his.
“Okay that easy, huh?”
I nod once. “That easy.”
“Leave,” he commands, and I start to shuffle to the end of the bed.
When my feet hit the floor I stand and look for my clothes.
“You’re really goin’?” he asks quietly, still not wanting to wake up his parents. “Just like that. No fight?”
“It’s your bed, Kane. I’m not a total dick. You want your space I’m going to give it to you.”
“I’m not about to let you leave at this time.”
I snort. “I fuckin’ came here at this time. What’s the difference?”
“Just get back in bed,” he snaps, swinging his legs over the side and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. The moonlight shines a blue sheen on the contours of his bare arms and back. He’s so toned and lithe. I bet it’s from all the work he does at his daddy’s garage.
“Not unless you admit that you like it when I sleep with you.”
This time he snorts so I start to slip my shoe on. I’m being stubborn and likely stupid but I can’t help myself. Winding up Kane Jessop gives my life the kind of spice it didn’t have before. Because these days I can honestly say I give as good as I get, if not worse.
I hear his footsteps approach and stifle a yell when he grabs me around the middle and tosses me onto the bed as though I weigh nothing. I bounce once and wince as my brain hits the forefront of my skull.
“Stop being an idiot,” he hisses, nodding for me to move up the mattress.
I do so, because I’m too tired to keep up this game, and the moment my head hits the pillow I roll away from him and yawn into my hand.
When he rolls in my direction, just to piss him off even more I hiss, “Don’t touch me.”
He stops and I feel his glare pierce the back of my head. I just know he’s pulling all kinds of faces at me right now. Still, he doesn’t argue because that would mean admitting that he likes spooning me, which he often does when I stay. I will never admit that I actually quite like it too.
I still wake up sprawled across his chest at five when his alarm goes off, with his boner under my thigh and his arms holding me tight as they always do. Damn it. I swore to myself before I fell asleep that I wouldn’t let this happen again.
He groans, a noise he often makes and presses his hips upwards, something he sometimes does.
I reach over him and hit the alarm on his nightstand and his hand travels down my body, gripping my hip to hold me in place. Something he has never done before.
I freeze when his hard length rubs against my most sensitive, untouched place. It sends a zap of pleasure up my spine and back down again.