Page 31 of Secrets That Bind Us
“Aren’t you a little old to be here?” I ask him. Two sets of brown eyes flick to me– both his and hers. “Ain’t he a little too old for you, Ver?”
“I don’t really think that’s any of your business anymore, Dean.” She snaps back.There’s my little spitfire.
“I’m a senior.” He scoffs, rubbing his hand on her thigh possessively, and I snarl. But he pays me no mind. Instead, he smacks his hand on the side of her meaty thigh.Mymeaty thigh. My palms itch to both touch her and punch him. “You ready?” Jordan or Jaylen or whatever asks her, unfazed by me. Granted, he’s only taken two sips, but knowing he’s driving her home makes me feral.
“Yeah,” she replies and stands, grabbing his hand, interlocking their fingers. It’s fucking disgusting. And he’s all wrong for her. Doesn’t she see that?
“I’m just gonna go take a leak, and I’ll meet you out front.”
“Okay,” she fucking giggles up at him, giving him my smile, batting her fucking lashes, while he brushes his knuckles across her cheek tenderly as they stand. I seethe because that giggle belongs tome. I’m gonna be fucking sick. And I’m not the only one watching. Micah’s watching from the shadows like a fucking creep, looking just as sick as me. Huh. Seems we have a common enemy for once.
I take my chance. I stand up a little too fast and I follow after her. Past the barn, through the field, and to the driveway, pinning her against a car. I know I tower over her. I love it. Love the way those big brown eyes stare up at me, wide and dilated. I know I look as feral as I feel, but goddamn, she feels incredible against me. She’s so soft and plush, and she smells even better. How can she let that motherfucker near her? “What the fuck are you doing bringing him here, huh?”
I feel her shiver, and I grow thick against her. That’s right, baby. Feel me.
“Dean, you have to stop.”
“Quit fucking playing with me, Verity. Tell me right now. Tell me you don’t still love me, and I’ll leave you alone.”
Her mouth opens and closes, unable to find the words, and so “fuck it.”I breathe and dip my mouth low to hers, latching on to her bottom lip. Strawberries and fucking honey. My salvation. When I lick the seam, sheopens for me, tangling her tongue with mine. Iignite, pushing myself further into her so she can feel how hard she makes me, and shemoans. God, she moans like my tongue is in her pussy and not in her mouth. For the first time ever, I get on my knees and dip my head beneath the skirt of her little dress, kissing the wet spot on her lacy panties. Verity Huntington will be the only woman I will ever get on my knees for. “Tell me to stop, Verity. Tell me to stop right now and I will.”
“Dean,” is all she moans, sending shivers racing down my back. That’s my fucking girl. I hike her leg over my shoulder, pull her panties to the side, and seek her clit. I have no idea what I’m doing, but when it comes to her, it’s natural. Like breathing.
Her small mewls and gasps egg me on, urging me to continue my onslaught, begging me not to stop. She bucks against my face and groansmyname quietly. I keep going. Swirling and sucking and seeking more of what she has to offer, because I’ll take every fuckingounceof her like she took me.I want every part of Verity. Inside and out.
She smells divine and tastes like mine, because she is. No force on earth could ever deter me from these thoughts. She reaches down and grabs onto my head over her dress as she moans, “Please, Dean, don’t stop. I’m gonna…”
Fuck. Yes.
“Right there, oh my god,DEAN!”
Her thighs tighten around my face, squeezing as she shakes from her orgasm, and I fucking cum in my pants with her when she cries out my name again.
Mine.
Mine to love.
Mine to ruin.
Mine to put back together.
I kiss her lower lips then right her panties back in place. Drunk on her essence, I stand up, fixing her dress. My hands find purchase on her shapely hips again. “Break up with him.”
Please be mine again. Please, baby.
She shakes her head, and I snarl. “This isn’t a fucking game.”
She glances behind me and her eyes widen. “Jake.” She whispers, gorgeous chest still heaving, and I don’t dare wipe my face off when he steps forward from the shadows with a limp grin. I want the bastard to see her on me.
He throws his keys at her, and she catches them. I hate how in sync they are. “Let’s go, sweet pea. I’m so glad your mama said I could spend thenight. I’m so…sleepy.” And I swear I see him wink at her from the other eye still cast in the shadows.
I watch them leave, and I make it my mission to make sure she knowsexactlywho she belongs to.
Every time I catch her alone, Ifeaston her, hoping I can somehow reach her heart through her pussy. But it makes me fucking erratic. Her taste. Her moans. I’m so so so fucked. I can’t get enough.
Unlike last year when we did a lot of over the top of our clothes things, this new confidence she has is an aphrodisiac. I catch her in the library and eat her pussy in the encyclopedia section where there’s dust mites everywhere. I find her going to the cafeteria, and she’s my lunch. I watch her,hungrilythrough AP English, dick hard and craving another taste, wanting to be under her little dress again. All the time. they’re really starting to grow on me.
I'm at the point where I'm wearing a condom for most of the day in case I come in my pants again, so it catches all of it and I don't have to walk around with fucked, sticky boxers– just throw the damn thing away or flush it. But the more I do that, the more really dangerous thoughts creep in my brain. Thoughts like seeing her soft and swollen with my baby.
