Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Terrah turns around and looks at Mykel, “Um, excuse me, he is my boyfriend.”
“Not your fuckin’ boyfriend,” Flick growls, shoving her back a little.
“You didn’t say that when your cock was in me last night,” she purrs.
“Fuckin’ classy,” Kendric mutters, turning and walking off.
A sting of jealousy hits my chest. I wonder what it would be like to feel Alarick’s body over mine, to feel his lips in places I have never experienced such a thing. To feel his cock sliding deep inside my body, and then slowly dragging out again.
I have to turn away so nobody sees the flush in my face.
I don’t want him.
I just need to get rid of my virginity already so I’m no longer thinking about it.
That’s all.
“Happy birthday, Briella,” Sissy says, appearing by my side.
The years haven’t strengthened our relationship, but now she doesn’t live at home and instead lives with her friends, it’s not so bad because I don’t see her.
“I bet you’re enjoying my brother and Terrah’s little fuck show. You should hear them go at it; she screams like a crazy woman. Disgusting, really.”
She is a cow.
I take it back.
Cow.
Moo.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Sissy. Really,” I mutter, glancing over at Aviana who is chatting to Cohen, her laughter trailing across the room.
“I wish I didn’t have to be here,” she mutters. “Dad made me come. Ugh, I have so many better things to do.”
“By all means,” I say sarcastically. “Feel free to get the fuck out.”
She glares at me, and then shrugs her shoulders and spins on her heel. “Sounds good to me, ciao!”
God.
I’ll say it once more, just for good measure.
Cow.
She always knows how to ruin a good thing.
Every damned time.
I’M TIPSY.
Not drunk, which is awesome.
I didn’t want to waste my whole night being drunk so much so that I’d make a fool of myself of forget, so instead I simply took it easy and am so far, having the time of my life. I’ve danced, laughed, drank, sang, and had the most incredible cake ever. The older people in the club, including my mom, have all gone over next door to the sheds to let us have some time here to be teens.
They’re close enough that they can check, but far enough away they’re not watching our every move.
Besides, Alarick and the guys are still here, all of them a lot more comfortable now than they were when I first arrived.
“You’re such a dick!”
I hear Terrah yell those words and turn just in time to see her storming out of the clubhouse. She stumbles on the way out, clearly drunk, but Flick doesn’t move. He watches her go with dissatisfaction in his eyes. Then those eyes move to me and I give him an “uh oh” look. He jerks his head in the direction of the back door, indicating I should come with him, and then he gets up and walks out.
My heart skips a beat, because I want to go. Yet at the same time, the way I feel for Flick scares me. It scares me because I don’t know if he feels the same, and I don’t want to feel something for him that he doesn’t return. That would ruin our friendship. But I can’t stop myself from following him out the back door.
He’s waiting by the door, back leaning against the wall, cigarette in his mouth. He takes a deep inhale and looks over at me. Every single year that passes, he gets better looking and more dangerous. His clean looks are now replaced with a dark edge. His hair is now longer and thicker, his body is larger, his eyes are more beautiful, and he looks like a god damned dream.
“Is there something you want?” I ask him, acting innocent like I have no idea why he called me out here.
To be honest, I don’t, but spending time alone with him is something I’d like to do right about now.
“Yeah, want to show you somethin’. Come on.”
He reaches out and takes my hand, leading me down the back of the lot to an old shed that I didn’t think anyone used. I think it was probably here back when his great grandfather ran this club. I remember coming in it when I was a kid, if we were playing hide and go seek or something like that, but it’s been so long I’d actually forgotten about it.
“I didn’t think this was still here,” I say to him, glancing up at it.
It’s old, but it’s strong. The foundation is still there, other than a few bit missing and rusting, the shed is in good condition.
“Yeah, I’m goin’ to clean it up and use it. But, that’s not why I brought you here. Come on.”
He steps on an old stump by the shed and then hauls himself up onto a tree that’s next to it. He kind of uses one foot on the shed and the other on the stump, while grabbing the tree, and somehow he manages to get into the large tree. Then he looks down at me. “Come on.”