Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
But she brushes it off as she arches a brow at me, a smirk on her lips.
“How’s living on your brother’s couch, loser?”
I chuckle, shoving my fingers through my hair. This banter isn’t new for us. But tonight, I’m not letting it sit at just banter. Not anymore.
“I’ve got my own room, actually. And bathroom.”
“Wow, you’re own room?” Kempton rolls her eyes in this bratty way that equally gets my blood heated and my cock thickening. Like usual with her.
“Do you get a cookie after dinner too if you’re a good boy and eat your vegetables?”
I smile right through her little barb.
“You tell me, Kempton.” I grin. “Got a cookie for me?”
She blushes fiercely, and I put that one in the bank.
Gotcha.
Watching the too-cool-for-school brat façade fall is fun, even if it’s just for a second. And I’m just getting started.
“It is a school night though, isn’t it?” I tease. “Doesn’t that mean you should be off with some married guy twice your age on a yacht somewhere tropical?”
“Shouldn’t you be banging some desperate JV cheer squad skank while high-fiving your buddies?” she shoots right back.
I make a face. “That’s uh…” I snort. “While high-fiving my buddies? Nothing against guys who dig guys, but that’s maybe a little gay for me.”
“Says the guy who takes group showers with twenty other dudes.”
“Aww, jealous, Kempton?”
She blushes again, and I move closer.
“Why are you here?”
She shrugs. “A party is a party. Maybe I wanted a drink.”
I sigh dramatically. “And here I was hoping you were here for me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that thing a little big for this small living room?”
I grin hugely and glance down at the front of my jeans. “You’re welcome to get a little closer and find out.”
Kempton goes crimson red, blinking quickly as her cheeks flush.
“I was talking about your ego,” she hisses.
“And I was talking about my cock.”
That heat flushes across her face, her cheeks burning as her eyes lock on mine before she yanks them away. She takes a breath, and as she brings a hand up to lace her thin fingers through her long red hair, the flush fades into a cool smile.
“Aww, hon,” she coos in this patronizing way. “Maybe those JV skanks are nice enough to fluff your ego telling you you’re the ‘biggest they’ve ever had’ when they fake it for you. But…” she makes a tsking sound as she shakes her head. “Well, I’m just not sure I’ve got the charity enough to tell you pretty lies like that.”
She looks at me smugly like she’s just won this little war of wits. But I just grin. I’m not shaking that easy. Not when I’ve spent this long denying myself her.
“Charity, huh?” I sigh. “And here I was thinking I’d be doing you a favor showing you what you’ve been missing with all your little rich boy toys.”
She snorts. “Oh, and what have I been missing, Beckett? A hand-me-down Range Rover and Porter’s couch? Ooo, do I get VIP bleacher seats at the next home game?” She snorts sarcastically.
Brat. I decide to take it to a new level.
“Actually, I was going to say ten thick inches that never go soft and a tongue that doesn’t know when to quit.”
Kempton goes beet red, her jaw basically dropping to the floor and her eyes going wide with a mix of scandal and excitement. We’ve bantered and sparred in the past, but this is way beyond anywhere we’ve gone before. I can feel the heat actually rising in the air between us, and when I move a step closer to her and she doesn’t move back, my blood starts to burn like fire.
“You know, I don’t think tall tales are your forte,” she says quietly, still trying to be sassy, but without the edge she had before.
“And I don’t think feigning disinterest is yours,” I toss right back.
Kempton’s big blue eyes lock with mine, and I watch as she swallows thickly. That little pink tongue of hers darts out across her plump lips, and fuck if my cock doesn’t grow another inch in my jeans.
“You know,” she says quietly. “Everyone already thinks we’re screwing.”
My jaw grinds.
“Filthy rumors.”
“The worst.”
“How would they ever even think that?” I muse sarcastically, my eyes locked on hers. This time, it’s her who takes a step towards me, closing the distance even more.
“Well, cheer captain and star quarterback? It makes sense, I guess. Too bad they’re so wrong.”
“We could fix that,” I growl.
Kempton swallows, that flush burning in her cheeks again as her eyes shine.
“Oh, hon,” she drawls in this bratty little condescending way. “I don’t think you could keep up with me.”
“Sweetheart,” I growl. “I don’t think you could handle me.”
She snorts. “Oh, right, this made up big dick of yours?”
I grin. “Anytime, anywhere. You say the word and we can see who’s telling tall tales.”