My Secret, Breanna Davis [thriller novels to read .TXT] 📗

Jake's arms wrapped around me and I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He was smiling.
"What?" I murmured.
He shook his head and pressed his lips against mines.
When our lips met, it felt like electricity passed through us. Jake tightened his grip on my waist and I moaned. He kissed me along my neck and caressed my face. I touched his face with my fingertips and I kissed him again, gently yet seductively.
Jake chuckled. "I see little Amelia is turned on." I slapped his arm playfully.
"Am not." I pouted.
"Alright then. Then, I guess I'll leave." He started getting off my bed.
I groaned.
"Jake, don't do this. Just sit back down."
Jake looked back at me and smiled.
"Not until you admit I turned you on."
I tilted my head back and laughed.
"If I do, you'll sit your sexy ass back down and give me what I deserve?"
Jake chuckled and started walking back towards the bed.
He bent down and we were face to face.
"Yes."
His breath washed over my face and I shivered with anticipation.
"You turn me on." I breathed.
Jake looked down and chuckled. "I know I do."
He kissed me gently, then hungrily. In the next moment he was on top of me and, taking off my shirt.

I rolled on my side, exhausted. Jake could last a long time without having a orgasm.
Jake chuckled.
"Want to go again?" He asked, seductively.
"No! I'm so tired." I rolled on my back and tried to breathe.
"You really are out of shape, Amelia."
Jake laughed and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I am in shape! I'm in track. There are no out of shape people on a track team."
"Fast on the feet but not fast in bed . . ." Jake teased.
I slapped him playfully and rolled on my other side.
"Aw, Me-me, are you mad at me?" Jake said, playfully.
"Aw, Jakey, is your penis smaller than a penny?" I said back.
Jake laughed again.
"So, you have jokes?"
I turned and faced him.
"Yup."
Jake chuckled.
He sat up and pulled me on his lap. I snuggled into his chest and sighed happily.
He kissed my neck and I shivered.
"Do I have a small penis?" He said, his breath blowing my neck.
I nodded.
"Smaller than a penny," I verified.
He kissed my neck again and he ran his fingers up and down my back.
"Mmm, Amelia, if my penis is so small, why did you have five orgasms?"
I gasped and hopped out of his lap.
"I didn't have five!"
Jake stood up and laughed.
"Your right, you had six. Thanks."
I felt my face turn red from embarrassment.
"Well, it's not my fault that it takes a whole hour for you to have a orgasm!"
Jake laughed again.
"That just verifies that I have a big dick."
I rolled my eyes and picked up my clothes.
"You don't want to go again?" Jake asked.
"Nope, I'm tired."
Jake set his face in a pout.
"You're no fun." He said walking towards me.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips.
"Thanks," I breathed.
"Are you sleeping over?" I asked.
"I wish I can, but my dad is claiming that he needs to tell me something important. So, I need to go."
I looked down. I didn't want him to go. Everything is so quiet without him around to laugh at me. He was my best friend and my lover.
"Amelia, don't make me feel bad," he said and tilted my chin up.
"I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up for school."
I smiled.
"Ok."
He kissed me on the lips.
"I love you," He said looking into my eyes.
"I love you, too."
He hugged me and went to go put on his clothes.
I finished putting on mines and watched as he left my room and then, my house.


I woke up to my silent, room. Without Jake's soft booming laughter everything seemed dull and uninteresting.
I sat up and sighed. At least I was going to see him when he picks me up for school. I really needed his arms around me at this point. His arms were so comforting, that I could fall asleep in them even if my whole family was dead.
I went to go brush my teeth and fix up my makeup.
I thought about the race I was going to run on Friday. The track team that I was on were going to go against another team. We were all going to be against each other, but we were all representing our school. It would be cool if I won it again. Yes, again. I won it last year, and hoping to win it again this year. This was something big for our track team. We all wanted to win and get a day off from practice.
I remembered last year's tournament.
Jake was cheering me on from the bleachers, literally hollering out my name like a maniac. I asked him to tone it down, but he rolled his eyes and continued chanting my name.
I remembered how I was running fast, and my breathing never over accelerated. It stayed steady, and I didn't get tired quickly.
We had five laps to run. And after the third one, half of the girls running were tired and losing their pace. But, I was one of the few girls that kept a steady pace and kept my mind on the prize.
All I heard was Jake screaming my name, and that gave me enough courage to pump myself to the finish line.
I kept remembering what he said to me before the race.
"Me-me, just think about me. Just know that after your done with the race that I'm there, waiting for you, with so much love it'll kill a person."
I smiled at him and he pulled me into a hug and planted a kiss on my lips. I also remembered going on the track, feeling dizzy from the kiss.
When I crossed the finish line first ,after the last lap, I heard Jake screaming "That's my Me-me!" And I smiled and turned to face the crowd.
Everyone clapped and chanted my name and I felt so happy that I could've died in happiness.
I ran to Jake before they could even announce me as the winner. I threw myself into his big muscular arms and kissed his face all over.
"Amelia," a voice woke me from my flashback.
I looked up and into my sister's eyes.
"Huh?"
"Makeup. Can I borrow some of your white eye shadow?"
"Uh, sure." I picked up one of my many eye shadow's and handed it to my sister.
"Thanks Meli, you can come in handy sometimes."
"Why thanks, Iris." I said flatly.
She smiled and left my bathroom.
My sister Iris, was Senior and I was a Junior. She was famous for singing and cheerleading. Miss. Popular, basically. Sure, I had my share of friends, but not the whole school. The whole school knew me as Amelia Lawrence, Iris Lawrence's little sister, or The Track Team Girl.
I finished my makeup and started brushing my teeth. I fixed my hair, putting it in a ponytail and a bang and put on my silver hoop earrings. I put on the letter 'A' necklace that Jake got me for my fourteenth birthday back when we were best friends. It was real gold.
I laughed out loud as I thought back to the times that me and Jake were just friends.
We would literally do everything together. Sleep together, (Sleep in the same bed) Eat with each other, go to parties with each other. We were basically inseparable. We always laughed when people asked up if we were dating. Our reply would always be, "We knew each other since we were three, of course we are going to do everything together."
I thought about Jake as I put on my clothes. I thought about his pitch black hair and his almost lime green eyes. His eyes were like the color of the greenest grass on the planet. It reminded me of a meadow. I smiled and pulled on one of my boots.
He had an eight pack. It took him years of commitment to vegetables and exercise to get them. I thought it was silly, until I saw the up come. When I first saw them Jake said that my mouth literally dropped to the floor.
I giggled out loud and headed for downstairs, grabbing my cell phone and book bag on the way.
I saw my mom, typing away on her laptop and my dad doing the same on his. My sister was ignoring them while eating cereal and texting away on her phone.
My mom looked up from her laptop when she saw me.
"Hey, sweetie. You look pretty today." I smiled.
"Thanks, Mom."
My mom wrote erratic sex novels. When I was little I use to think it was disgusting to write about such a personal thing, but as I grew up and got more interested in the concept of passion, it didn't bother me much that my mom wrote porn novels.
My dad on the other hand, was just a real estate agent. He was such a business man, always on trips. He was always happy to say that he sold houses in twenty different states.
I walked over to my dad and planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked away from the computer and smiled at me.
"Hey, princess. How are you this morning?"
I smiled.
"Perfect." I say.
My dad flashed one of his crooked smiles and looked back at his computer.
"Iris, are you going to drive to school with me and Jake?"
Iris looked up from her phone and shakes her head.
"My boyfriend is going to pick me up. Besides, I rather ride in a car with my boyfriend than with yours." She rolls her eyes and starts texting again.
"I don't see why any of you need rides from boys when me and your mother bought you cars with our hard working money." My dad said.
"I agree with you, honey." My mother said.
I rolled my eyes this time.
"I don't think cars stick their tongues down your throat. When cars learn to do that, let me know." Iris said and got up and left the house, tugging her backpack along with her.
"No boys better not be sticking their tongues down my daughter's throat." My dad muttered and my mother chuckled.
Blaze, my brother, walked into the kitchen with his hair in a disarray and in his PJ's, which is some pants and no shirt.
Blaze was on the football team, and was on the basketball team last year. He was my twin. He had the same brown hair as me and my same big chocolate brown eyes. Girls were all over him. He had the perfect athletic body like Jake. Accept, Jake was on the basketball team last year and this year.
I guess you can say us Lawrence's were all athletic if you say Iris' cheerleading is a sport.
"What are you still doing here? Your even undress!" My mom said standing up.
Blaze smiled and looked at me though he was talking to my mom. "Well, I over slept because I kept hearing sex noises coming from Amelia's room."
I gasped and