Forever Golden: Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Cypress Prep Book 3), Rachel Jonas [reading books for 6 year olds .TXT] 📗

My other hand trails down the smoothness of his back, feeling how it flexes and eases beneath my palm. Heat and moisture from his mouth covers one side of my neck when he sucks there, drawing a sigh of relief from between my lips.

My knees fall open and he responds with a powerful thrust that makes it hard not to cry out, but I muffle the sound against his shoulder instead. His chilled skin has warmed with mine now, making it hard to tell where one’s begins and the other’s ends. Like we’re one.

“I needed you so bad. You’re all I fucking think about,” he rasps against my ear.

But more than I hear what he’s saying, I feel it—his need for me. Maybe because I feel it too, like I can’t breathe until he’s here, until we touch.

“I love you,” he whispers, making my head spin as I echo those words back to him.

He places a kiss beneath my chin and my fingers slip through his hair, drawing him closer. When I lose my breath, he knows I’m coming and seems to stop caring if we’ll make noise, violently churning his hips harder, faster, driving himself deeper. The friction of his aroused flesh against mine has a throaty groan leaving him a few seconds later. To keep from waking Mike or Scar with whatever sounds of pleasure threaten to leave his mouth, West kisses me hard. He hungrily sucks my lips, breathing deeper with his release. Even when his body’s gone still, the kiss doesn’t end, which is telling.

Sex with him is more than body. It’s heart. It’s soul.

“Okay, not that I’m complaining or anything, but… how the hell are you even here?”

The question draws a light laugh from West, and before answering, he kisses me again, still resting between my legs.

“Long story short, you’d be surprised what a guy’s willing to do to get to his girl,” he begins. “To start, I’m out $500, which is what your fucking friend charged me to borrow his car for the night.”

I laugh a bit louder than I mean to, but… what?

“Hold up, Ricky loaned you his car and you willingly paid him all that money just so you could come see me?”

West nods, holding my gaze. “In a nutshell, yeah.”

I swear the size of my smile just doubled. Not only is that incredibly sweet, but it’s also kind of sexy.

He kisses me again, then shrugs. “I would’ve paid more, but maybe don’t tell him that part.”

Pursing my lips together, I pretend to lock them and throw away the key. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Good.” He peers down and the love in his eyes is so obvious.

I don’t say it out loud, but money or no money, Ricky loaning his car to anyone is extremely out of character. But then, I’m reminded of our conversation on his couch. When asked if I was happy with West, I saw how much it mattered to him that I answered yes. Sure, it might’ve cost West several hundred dollars to convince Ricky to cave, but the Ricky I know is unmovable. This is a sign of West and Ricky—two of the most important men in my life—turning a corner, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

My body cools when West shifts his weight off me and moves to sit at the edge of the bed. I turn onto my side and stare at the impressive definition of his back, at the ink that slinks up and around his forearm and bicep—a true work of art.

The tattoos.

Him.

“So, I get to keep you all night? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“As long as I have the car back before sunrise,” he answers. “Moving in darkness is the only way people won’t spot that I’m not him.”

But all I hear him say is that I get to hold him and get the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while. He sneaks to the bathroom for a sec, then locks us inside my room when he comes back. My bed’s small, but it gives us an excuse to stay close. Not that we needed one.

With my head settled on his chest, I’m already dozing. Tonight started out shitty, but this is definitely the best way to end it.

Note to self: Thank Ricky later. He’s pretty awesome.

@QweenPandora: NewGirl wastes no time!

Several passersby spotted a familiar blue car parked outside our cheating chica’s house last night. And when I say last night, I mean ALL night.

Apparently, SeXyBeAsT couldn’t wait to rekindle the love, but I sure hope he knows what he’s doing. From what we’ve all seen, NewGirl changes her mind like she changes her socks.

Might’ve dodged a bullet here KingMidas.

Later, Peeps.

—P

Chapter 41

BLUE

Well, I was right. Everyone thinks I’m on West’s shit-list, which means I’m now on the whole school’s shit-list.

Great.

Monday was mostly dirty looks. Tuesday, I got shoved in the hallway and almost bit it in front of everyone, which was awesome. Wednesday, someone wrote ‘slut’ on my locker with permanent marker. Thursday, one of my textbooks mysteriously came up missing.

Then, today, some random ‘accidentally’ spilled her soda on my shoulder when walking by me and Lexi’s table during lunch. While everyone nearby laughed at my expense, West forced himself to smirk a little, giving the appearance of going along with the bullying. Typically, he’d threaten to rip off someone’s limbs for even looking at me the wrong way, but in our current situation, he has to sit by and watch.

To sum it all up, this feels like being right back at square one with a target on my back.

Did I mention how much this all sucks?

Now that I’ve officially survived the first week of the ‘break up’ from hell, I’m grateful for the weekend. What makes it even better is that there was no game tonight, only practice. Sure, I’m still getting home after dark, but I’ll take what I can get.

Rounding the corner, the