Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Then you should probably come quick for me,” he growls, his finger plunging in and out of me as he grinds his palm against my clit over and over, until my knees are shaking and I’m clinging to his muscled forearms for dear life.
“Ethan!’
He growls as his lips crush to mine, bruising me and taking my breath away, and I’m helpless to stop it as I fall into him, kissing him madly as he rolls my clit over and over and over until I’m clawing at my own sanity.
“Come for me, Ms. Hayes,” he growls deeply into my lips. “Make that pussy come for me.”
He rolls my clit one more time as he bites at my bottom lip, and it’s the last I can take. I gasp, my hands tightening on him and my lips crushing to his as I scream my climax into his mouth. The orgasm slams into me, flooding his hand with my slick arousal as I buck against his fingers over and over, until I’m panting and sagging against him.
Ethan groans, kissing me softly before he pulls away with a hungry grin on his face. His hand slips from my panties, and he lets my skirt fall back to my knees as he brings his hand up to his lips. I watch, face flushed, and jaw dropped as he slips one glistening finger into his mouth and slowly sucks it clean with a low groan.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls
He licks the finger one more time before he leans in and presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. I moan, and for the first time, I taste myself on his lips with a blush of realization.
I taste good.
Ethan pulls back, his hungry eyes sweeping over me as he grins wolfishly.
“I better get to class, huh?”
All I can do is nod quietly as I swallow, my whole body still trembling from the orgasm. Ethan grins as he picks his bag up off of the ground behind him and slings it over one shoulder. He leans in, and I whimper as he kisses me one last time.
“See you tomorrow, Ms. Hayes,” he purrs.
He turns, sauntering out of the room and leaving me panting, wobbling on my feet, and aching for more.
Fuck, I’m in so much trouble…
5
Ethan
“You get into any trouble yet?”
I grin at the sound of my brother’s voice behind me. I dump the rest of my shit in my locker, grabbing the one book I apparently need for my math and statistics class with Professor Truman next period. And when I turn, there’s Jamison, smirking at me.
Jamison and I aren’t identical twins, but we do look pretty similar, I guess. Or maybe in a place like Winchester, it’s just that the two of us stick out like two sore thumbs. Sore and tattooed thumbs, at that. J’s got almost as much ink as I do, even if he ended up growing up here rather than Lenox Hill.
More trouble than you even know, man, I want to say. But I don’t. Jamison and I tell each other pretty much everything, but I’m not telling him about this. It’s like I don’t want to tell anyone about Emily. For one, because I sure as hell don’t want her to catch any shit for what happened. But for two, because I like her being all mine.
“Nah,” I shrug. “But the day is young.”
Jamison rolls his eyes. “Make any friends?”
“Oh, tons. I’m in real tight with all the other tattooed outcast types who like motorcycles.”
I give Jamison a flat look.
“Oh, that’s right, everyone else who goes to this fucking place is a preppy, snobby, douche.”
My brother rolls his eyes again and shakes his head. “Just chill and try to keep an open mind.”
I arch my brow. “What are you, Mr. Popular around here? You gonna be Homecoming King?”
“Har har,” Jamison flips me off before slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Which way you headed?”
I nod with my chin down the hall and he shrugs. “Cool, I’ll walk you.”
I laugh. “You that worried I’m going to take off or something crazy?”
“Yup.”
I grin. “Whatever, man. Look, I’m here, right?”
“Yeah, but Ethan, you’ve gotta really be here. Look, I get it, man,” he growls. “I get that this place is the epitome of rich, shitty douchebaggery, but it’s also a fucking golden ticket.”
I roll my eyes this time. “You sound like dad.”
“Yeah? Good. Dad’s a smart fucking guy. Ethan, you’re not a dumbass, and this place can open any door you fucking want for college.”
I just shrug. Believe me, whatever Jamison has to say on the subject, I’ve heard it before from our dad.
“Hey, how about you?”
“What about me?”
“I mean how is it being back here?”
He shrugs. “It’s fine, man.”
Unlike me, Jamison has actually been to Winchester before. A year after I went to Lenox Hill, he started as a freshman here, and got about a month into sophomore year before our mom took off and dad moved the family back to South Carolina. Well, the family minus me, I guess. When he and Celia Weiss decided to make it official and get engaged, he and Jamison moved back up here at the beginning of the school year so J could start his senior year. Lenox Hill has a strict policy on cutting out early on a contract, so it took dad two months of bullshit and donations to get me out and into Winchester. So, here we finally are. The Scott brothers, dirtying the clean, moneyed halls of Winchester.