Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Shit.” Her fingers bunched in my hair when I sucked on her clit.
I had getting Jade off down to a science. If I’d wanted to, I could have made her come in under a minute, but I wanted to make this last as long as I could stand to.
“Fuck,” I licked her, nipped her, my hands grabbing at her bare ass. “The way you taste…”
Her hips bucked, but I pinned her down. “Wolf…”
My name was swallowed by a long moan, and I sucked harder, scraping my teeth over her delicate flesh.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged.
But I kept going until she forced my face away and pulled me up to kiss her.
God, I couldn’t get enough of her. The feel of her, the taste of her on my tongue…
When she went for my fly, that same hesitation I’d felt moments ago reared its head. She popped my button open and reached for the zipper, and the fact that my brain managed to override my dick right then was a miracle—one I hated. But I needed to stop.
This wasn’t just some random girl. It was Jade. And as much as I wanted inside her mouth, her body, this was playing with a fire that I had no way of putting out. Crossing that line wasn’t fair to me or to her. Sure, things had shifted, but the fact still remained that I wasn’t good enough for her back then. She didn’t want me. It took every ounce of willpower to grab her wrist and stop her.
“We should go,” I said, cursing myself.
She froze, then snatched her hand away and yanked her shorts over her hips. “Sorry,” she mumbled, the sexy, confident girl who’d just come on my tongue disappearing behind a mask of humiliation. Then she scooted to the edge of the hay bales and climbed down like her ass was on fire.
So much for not fucking things up.
Nineteen
Jade
A single streetlight flickered over the dashboard of Wolf’s truck as I waited outside the scrapyard. I wondered if this was the same scrap yard he’d sold Brent’s Challenger to. Probably.
The manic bark of the yard dogs sounded behind the razor-wire fence, seconds before the creak of the gate.
Wolf’s shadow slipped out, and my pulse ticked up at the thought of having to endure a thirty-minute ride back to the frat house with him. The humiliation of his rejection burned hot and bright. Ever since we’d broken up, I’d told myself Wolf wasn’t special. That my feelings for him had just been teenage infatuation, memories recalled through the rose-tinted lens of lust. I’d gaslighted myself into believing that the sense of belonging I’d only ever found in his arms was a figment of my imagination. But with the first brush of my lips against his tonight, I’d fallen headfirst into that sense of home. Every reason for anything that wasn’t the warmth in my chest and the crackle of electricity in my veins had gone out the window. Apparently, he didn’t feel the same loss of sense. His rejection stung, highlighting the stark fact that I was, once again, in far too deep.
At least he wasn’t using me for his own satisfaction. Maybe that should have made me feel better, but that somehow made it worse. He’d had me half-naked, his mouth on my pussy, and it had done nothing for him. Had he finally realized I wasn’t on his level, and blond cheerleaders with perfect bodies were, in fact, his vibe? Either way, he didn’t want me. Not even for sexual gratification. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so small or worthless, and that was saying something.
Distracted, I jumped when the passenger door clicked open. Wolf slipped into the seat, and the tension ratcheted up as fast as my self-esteem plummeted.
“Here.” He handed over a wad of cash before buckling himself up. “Wasn’t much. Just take all of it.”
I counted through four hundred dollars. Damn, those scrap dealers were tight. I held out half of the money. “There’s doing me a favor, and there’s…” Pity. Owing him. No one did something for nothing. Really, I was barely entitled to half. We both knew he didn’t need my help with that tractor.
Unmoving, he stared at the money in my outstretched hand, his brow furrowed.
I shoved it against his chest. “I’m not taking it, Wolf.”
With a sigh, he took the money and thumbed out a few bills. “At least take the extra fifty you need for your dad’s medication.”
I turned my attention to the back windshield and put the truck in reverse. “No.” I wasn’t going to be his charity case again, in any way. Money, orgasms…
We drove back without a word, and I wished a black hole would open up under my seat and swallow me.
The second I got inside the house, I bolted for the sanctuary of his room, with Squishy following. Maybe it was presumptuous of me to use his room as my escape, but he didn’t say anything or follow.