Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Both of us have danced on the edges of explosive sex since we hit puberty.
He will dump Thalia, and we’ll be together. I’ll keep taking the pills until I’m better.
Go back to Juilliard. We’ll do long distance—what we should’ve done in the first place. He’s always been the one.
My dove.
My destiny.
My final destination.
I can feel the heat of his body rolling onto my skin from behind now.
The ripples of the hot tub bubbles and the crickets are the only sounds engulfing us. I turn around to look at him, but he seizes the back of my neck and turns my head back to the water. “Didn’t give you permission to look at me, now did I?”
“You still need to check if I have drugs there,” I moan.
I can actually hear him swallow. “I believe you.”
“Why? I’m just a junkie, remember?” I’m begging him now, arching my back, rubbing my bare ass against his hard-on. Who even am I? What am I doing? I don’t recognize myself in this moment. “About as reliable as a broken compass. I could be lying. You said so yourself.”
“Are you lying?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Better check.”
“Goddammit, Bailey,” his voice cracks, and he is about to too. I can feel it.
“Come on, Levy. Dare.” We never skip on our dares. Heck, Lev once licked a PE dodgeball just because I challenged him to.
He spits onto his fingers, and every inch of my skin blooms with goose bumps.
He places his palm flat against the small of my back and eases one wet finger between my ass cheeks gently, wiggling it an inch. A groan escapes me. My clit is swollen and I sneak a hand to touch it, but he slaps my hand away. “This is not a hookup.”
“But it could be.”
“No, it can’t. I’m with another girl and in love with a version of you who’d fucking hate me if I hooked up with this version of her.”
But he’s just feeding himself more lies because he slips in another inch. Then another.
My ass is full of my best friend’s finger. My knees are shaking. When his knuckles hit my ass cheeks and he is all the way in, my moans become soft whimpers of elation.
I’m coming.
I’m coming.
I’m coming.
He can tell I’m coming, so he is doing me a solid by not pulling away immediately. He lets me ride his finger, thrust myself backward as the warm waves of an orgasm crash through me.
“No drugs.” He pulls out of me as fast as humanly possible.
The wetness between my legs slides from my thighs all the way down to my knees. Lev notices because he wraps his fingers around my hair, tugging my head up until his lips are at my ear. “If you were sober, I would fuck this tight, little ass with my fat dick then come in your mouth, making you drink every drop of it. I want you to remember this moment, Dove.”
His other hand finds my hip and he clutches my waist to keep me from falling.
“The moment I stole an orgasm from you?” I purr cunningly.
“Stole?” He chuckles darkly in my ear. “Baby, you missed out on the best dick you’ll ever meet for a mere finger because you’re high. But you will come down from this high you’re on. Once you do, I want you to remember how the perfect Bailey Followhill, voted Most Likely to Become the First Female President, offered a guy she supposedly hates to fuck her ass bareback. How you came when I stuck my finger inside your ass to check for drugs like a desperate little slut. I want you to remember I rejected you. I want you to remember the sting. And I want you to remember burning for me, knowing you will only have me—all of me—when you’re sober.”
His voice is low and husky. His breath leaves little earthquakes all over my skin. “Now, Dove, time for a cold shower.”
With a lazy push, he throws me into the deep end of our pool.
I resurface quickly, gasping from the temperature. I slap the water angrily. “Do you want me to get pneumonia?”
He is standing on the edge of the pool, his face icier than the water. “Not particularly, but since you don’t give a shit about your health, why should I?”
I’m tempted to tell him his precious Thalia gave me the drugs, but I don’t want to burn this bridge in case I need more.
“So glad I didn’t hook up with you tonight.” I blow a raspberry. Because…apparently I’m five now?
“So glad you’re rewriting the history of what happened.” He reaches for the small beverage fridge and opens himself a soda, resting a languid shoulder against a palm tree trunk.
“Don’t worry, Bails. I intend on fucking every hole in your body until it is the size and shape of my dick. But not like this. I want it to be with my best friend. Not the volatile rando who hijacks her body whenever she’s high.”