Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Fuck, he liked it. Liked seeing her like this. Flaming red the way she was, but that redness was coming from the flames that heated her skin.
There was some embarrassment, too. The bashfulness she always wore.
“I…” Uncertainty halted her words.
“You don’t need to be ashamed of it.”
Her chin trembled and she chewed at the inside of her cheek. “Sometimes,” she admitted on a hush.
“I want to see.”
“What?” She squeaked it.
“I want to see what it looks like when you’re getting yourself off.”
He was smashing through so many boundaries right then. Losing his mind in a way he never let himself.
But the need pumped so hard through him he couldn’t think straight.
“Cash…” She arched her hips from the bed, like she was begging him for the one thing they had promised they wouldn’t.
“Touch yourself, Little Wallflower.”
He wanted to do it himself. Fuck, he wanted to. But he was terrified of what would happen if he did. Sure if he crossed that line and she rejected him, he would be crushed.
The owner of that broken heart.
He guessed he finally got what that meant.
“You don’t ever have to be self-conscious when it comes to me. You need it, you take it.”
He was hoping to fuck that she would say the same thing in return.
Give him the go to dive in and taste that sweet mouth.
Only she hesitated, wavering in the energy that lashed between them.
Her body alive and thrumming with need.
She swept her tongue across her plump bottom lip, then she slipped her hand into her sweats. A soft sound escaped her as she parted her knees and began to rub her fingers over herself.
He wanted to drag the material down so he could fully watch, but he was already asking too much. Pushing her to a place he hoped she wanted to go.
But he thought he knew her well enough to know she would stop him if she wasn’t into it.
Was she into it?
Was she into him this way?
Friends.
Friends. Friends. Friends.
That was what they were supposed to be, but he knew, without a doubt, they were supposed to be more.
Forever, maybe.
Was that fucked up to think when he was seventeen?
“Cash…I…” She whimpered his name, and he knew.
He inhaled a staggered breath and moved to hover over her, his hands pressed to the mattress on either side of her head. His entire body strained to get lost in her. Not in the way he had with Brandy or those other girls.
This felt intrinsic. Like he was rushing up to meet with another piece of himself.
He started to reach for her face so he could pull her mouth up to his when the door clattered open behind them.
Matthew stumbled in, drunk as fuck. He immediately fell into a shock of raucous laughter. “Holy fuck, bro. I knew it. I knew it.”
Cash whirled around, staging his body in front of Daisy so Matthew couldn’t see her.
His dick so fucking hard and his heart nearly beating out of his chest.
“You don’t know shit,” he gritted, wanting to pummel his brother for barging in.
Matthew had gotten worse lately. Cash had heard their mother talking with their dad. She was worried he was spiraling and getting involved in things he shouldn’t. His injury messing him up. He’d dropped out of school and moved back home.
Cash knew he needed time to acclimate. Time to come to grips with his lot in life.
But right then, Cash really wanted to mess him up for cockblocking him this way.
When he finally was figuring his shit out.
“Oh, I think it looked plenty like that,” Matthew slurred.
Cash could feel Daisy’s mortification flooding out behind him, the girl trying to shrink down into a ball to completely hide.
“Daisy had something in her eye, so I was helping her get it out.”
Seemed like a plausible excuse.
“Whatever you say, man.” Matthew staggered forward on a laugh. “Just had to come tell my baby bro how proud I am of him. You made me a thousand bucks tonight.”
Worry pulled at Cash’s chest. “You bet a thousand bucks on my game?”
“Uh, yeah. It was a sure thing, right? No chance you weren’t going to make it to state.”
“Dude, that’s so reckless.” Cash knew he had to borrow money from their parents to pay his truck payment, and now he was making bets?
Except Matthew had always loved to wager. His arrogance fed on him being right and coming out on top.
“Nah, that’s smart.” Matthew tapped his temple. “Don’t need a fucking degree to have myself rolling in the dough.”
Cash wanted to tell him it wasn’t smart at all. That he was being a complete idiot. But he saw the flash of grief in his brother’s eyes. The fact that when his leg was crushed, his dreams had been, too. And now Cash was living that same dream.
He could only imagine how badly that sucked for him.