“One, the end. No more.”
He tugged on my hair softly as he moved my head back, exposing my bare neck to his mouth as he trailed kisses softly on my skin, fireworks exploding within my veins at his touch.
“One.” I gasped as my mouth met his as he lifted me onto the counter, his arms wrapped around me as he pulled away slightly.
“I fucking love you, Annabelle. But please can we go to your room? I’m starving here.”
“But my mom-”
“Won’t hear a thing, I promise.”
I could’ve said no if it wasn’t for the extreme pussy gallops I was experiencing as he gazed at me with those come-to-bed-right-fucking-now eyes. I slid off the countertop, my breast grazing against his chest, making my nipples hard as he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Follow me.”
Twenty-Four
Cheer
Iwas late.
Bailey had football practice early that day, so I had to make my own way to school, meaning I slept in. I was becoming so used to the short drive to school that it seemed I forgot how long it took me to get ready and walk. I quickly brushed my teeth before pulling my hair into a loose bun, throwing on some leggings and a cropped hoodie. Next, I dabbed on some makeup before grabbing my phone and bag, hurrying out the door when I realized the time.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered as I half jogged, half walked the route to school. It seemed longer today, probably because I was in a hurry. I groaned as it started to rain and cursed not having my coat with me. I used my bag to cover my head, accepting that I would look like a drowned rat for most of the day. I turned the corner as a blue car slowed in front of me, causing me to stamp my feet in exasperation.
“Prick,” I muttered as I tried to walk around it, just as I heard someone calling my name.
“Annabelle! Do you want a ride?” I turned back in surprise to see Sam White looking at me in concern. I blinked, moving closer to the car as the heavens started to open, soaking me to the bone.
“Are you getting in, or are you just taking a shower?” He chuckled as I opened the car door, climbing in gratefully.
“I don’t take rides from strangers,” I teased as I took in his dark blond hair and alarmingly green eyes. He was devastatingly attractive in a grungy kind of way, and I quickly averted my eyes in case he thought I was staring. A smile played at his lips as he pulled away from the curb, and I wound down the window to let in some air, the stench of cigarettes making me want to vomit.
“I’m not a stranger. We went to a party together. You know my name; I know yours.” He shrugged nonchalantly, his leather jacket creaking as he did. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing his mouth as he concentrated.
“True. Thanks for stopping.”
His green eyes flickered over to me as he nodded.
“No problem. Have you and The Jock sorted it out? “
His directness took me by surprise as my cheeks colored. I remembered that it was clear Bailey and Sam didn’t like each other very much, and I wondered why.
“Yeah,” I said in a small voice as he looked over at me, and I thought I saw pity flashing through his eyes.
“Wouldn’t have put you with him in a million years.”
“How do you know him?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation. He didn’t answer at first as he focused on the road. He glanced back over at me and smiled sadly.
“He was with my sister for a short while. Long enough to break her heart. Guys like him never settle down, Princess.”
There it was again; the green-eyed monster. I sighed heavily as I realized if you hadn’t slept with him, you knew someone that had. This was proving difficult, and I needed to accept it or move on.
“You never know. I’m sorry about your sister.”
“It’s cool. I’m sorry for you.”
I laughed then in disbelief as he pulled up to my school, the parking lot now full as most students were in class. I unclipped my seat belt as I gathered my stuff, avoiding meeting his eyes.
