Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“I really fucking like you, Gray.”
He shoved the tip of his cock up against my lips to stop me from talking.
Like he couldn’t handle me being real with him.
And all he wanted was something raw.
Physical.
As always.
He tilted his head to one side as he looked down at me, and I held eye contact with him as I took him deep into my throat.
I reached up and dug my fingers into his hips as I sucked him off.
You want physical?
You can get that, too.
I wasn’t wasting any time.
I wanted him to come, and I was going to prove it to him. I sucked hard and fast, increasing the pressure.
“You’re trying to prove something to me, Peachel,” he murmured, and already I could hear in his voice that he was getting close.
I deep-throated him and he cursed under his breath. When I pulled back again he started to buck his hips forward in rhythm with my movements.
I popped off again just to tell him one thing.
“You think I’m not yours? Fuck my mouth like I am anyway,” I told him. “Come on my tongue because I want it. I don’t want to go a day without it—”
He slipped back into my mouth and bucked forward.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Don’t stop.”
It felt like my only mission.
The thing about everything I said to Gray was that it was all true.
I was starting to think my body was somehow uniquely attuned to his.
No matter how much he bothered me, annoyed me, made me fucking panic about ten times a day, when we were close like this there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
Weird.
Weird good.
Physically, it almost felt like we were made for each other.
And right now I didn’t want to focus on anything else.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he pushed hard into my mouth, the ridge of his tip sliding hard on my tongue. He came, gripping his hand on the back of my head, giving me everything I’d been wanting.
I swallowed around him.
My heart was beating hard.
I like you. And I don’t want to. But I’m not going to be afraid of the truth.
I stood up. I wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand, giving him a nod.
“I meant what I said. And I’ll always mean it,” I told him.
I couldn’t read his expression.
He didn’t respond either way.
He gathered his things, tugged his pants back on.
And then he left without a word.
CHAPTER 12
GRAY
I picked up the splitting axe and raised it up, taking a heavy swing down onto the log in front of me.
A satisfying crack sounded out through the backyard.
Another hard swing downward split the log in two, revealing the fresh wood inside.
“Perfect for firewood,” my grandmother said. She was standing over near the door that led inside, surveying the backyard as I started in on the first batch of firewood this year.
“Going to take a while to go through the whole pile,” I told her.
She nodded. Her silver hair was cropped short, and when she narrowed her eyes at the pile of wood, she almost looked like a park ranger, surveying her land. She was wearing blue flannel, which definitely added to the effect.
“But you like doing it, don’t you?” she asked.
She didn’t smile, but I could tell she was amused.
“You think I like doing anything with an axe, don’t you?”
“I think so,” she said. “I’m out of here. Marty is picking me up.”
“Going to see a movie?”
“He’s taking me to watch some new flick where the people have super powers or some crap like that.”
“Is it a superhero movie?”
“Fuck if I know,” she said. “Not my type of thing, but it’s with Marty, so I’m doing it.”
She seemed to have a budding romance with a man named Marty who she met at the last car show. They’d gone out a couple of times now.
“I think you’ll enjoy it. Give superhero movies a chance. Some of them are fun.”
“Usually I’d rather watch paint dry than sit through a movie like that. I’ll try not to yell at the screen too much.”
I laughed as she walked back inside, and I realized it was the first time in two weeks that I’d felt any tension melting out of my body.
The past couple of weeks had been a blur of chaos.
I had three exams last week, back-to-back. I threw myself into studying and spent way more time at the library than any person should. I also continued research for the Homecoming article, which was proving to be…
A lot more difficult than it should be.
It wasn’t because of my involvement with Andrew.
Not that I should have had any goddamn involvement with one of the football players, anyway.
Andrew admitting that he was actually starting to like me had broken me, and I didn’t know how to fix that, yet.
I was turning inward, like I always did.