Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“You just wanted to prank me.”
She swallows, nodding morosely. And slowly, I grin.
“Pretty fuckin’ good prank, Moaner.”
She snorts out a partial laugh, sniffing at her tears as she bites her lip.
“It wasn’t supposed to be that big, I swear! I watched this YouTube video, and it just looked like fun, you know?”
“Yeah, well, airbags go off at two-hundred fucking miles an hour. You can send a manhole cover a hundred feet in the air with one.”
The color drains from her face, leaving her pale except for the streaks of purple still splattered over her neck and cheeks and hair. There’s paint splattered thick on her t-shirt too.
“Look, I’m not mad, Ramona,” I growl.
“You—” she frowns. “You’re not?”
“I mean, yeah, I’m pissed, and you’re going to help me clean what you fucked up, but I’m not mad.”
She frowns. “How are you not ma—”
“I’m actually impressed, Moaner,” I growl quietly. My eyes drag over her—over the big blue eyes, and the purple-paint-streaked dark hair. My gaze drops to her shirt, and instantly, I stifle a growl at the way the paint is matting her t-shirt down, show me pretty clearly that she’s not wearing a bra underneath it.
And suddenly, everything just seems to move a little slower. The air feels a little thicker, and warmer around us. She swallows, and I watch her pulse beat in the hollow of her neck, paint streaked over her skin. Her chest rises and falls heavily, her nipples hard and straining against the cold paint soaking the cotton of her shirt. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and when her eyes look up into mine, both of us just freeze, something fierce blazing between us.
“Pretty good prank,” I growl lowly.
“Sorry, I…” she frowns, looking down. “I had no right to screw things up with you and Mel—”
I snort, shaking my head. “I never wanted her over in the first place.”
“You… you didn’t”?
My pulse quickens.
“Fuck no. She invited herself. I wanted her brother to come over and check out the car so he could loop me into his classic car buddies in California.”
“Oh.”
Ramona bites her lip and looks away, but it’s not quick enough. It’s not fast enough that I don’t catch that it’s hiding a shy smile. Something wild sparks inside of me, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m stepping closer to her, and then another step closer. She looks up quickly, her breath catching as her teeth rake her bottom lip.
“Jamison—”
“You didn’t want her over here.”
She swallows, but she says nothing as her eyes dart over mine.
“How come, Ramona?”
“Nothing, I… I mean, I don’t care who you have over.”
“Bullshit,” I growl, making her gasp as I step even closer.
“Jamison—”
“Jealous, Moaner?”
She swallows, her eyes narrowing as they pierce into mine.
“Delusional much?” she croaks out.
“Oh, I’m making that up? Now why would I do that?”
She shrugs, swallowing nervously again and twisting her toe on the ground.
“I’m not jealous of Melissa Cruz, okay?” she spits back at me.
“No? So, you wouldn’t have minded if I took her into that backseat, yanked her panties down, and gave her every inch of my cock?” I growl thickly. Ramona’s eyes narrow, this fierce, dark cloud instantly billowing over her face as she looks up at me with this savage look on her face.
“Ramona—”
“Nope,” she hisses.
“Liar.”
“Arrogant prick.”
“Jealous little prude.”
Her jaw drops.
“Pompous, juvenile ass—”
And that’s when I do it. That’s when I grab her face, lean in, and crush my lips to hers.
That’s also pretty much when the whole fucking world stops turning.
Her lips are even softer than I imagined—and I have imagined. Her breath is sweet and teasing, and when she parts her lips for my tongue, I growl hungrily as I take her mouth like its mine to take. I kiss her hard, and fierce, and bruising, until the both of us our at the last of our breaths. I pull away, both of us panting. Both of our eyes darting like crazy over the other’s face as something blazing ignites the air between us.
And then, she slaps me. Pretty fucking hard, too.
I swear, shaking off the hit and grimacing. Ramona looks shocked at her own actions for second, staring at her hand before bringing it to her mouth. But then, her eyes just narrow at me.
“Ramona—”
“I think you should leave,” she says quietly.
I nod, rubbing my cheek as my eyes burn into her.
“So, yeah, pretty good prank.”
“I know.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, I just wanted to say that I’m impressed,” I growl, our eyes locking.
“Yeah? Good,” she smirks. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about plastering my room with porn.”
Oh, you smug little BRAT.
Slowly, a grin spreads over my face.
“I’m impressed, but…” I purr lowly.
Her brows arch, her breath coming deeply as her eyes sweep over my face.
“But you just started a fucking war, fancy pants,” I growl.