Zoey's POV Even if that wasn't the body part I viscerally intended to kiss, it still gave the same stimulating effect, coupled with the fact that a stun flashed in his eyes, which assured me I was doing good. “Fuck, Zee, that was the hottest thing anyone ever did to my dick.” He confessed, and I let the saltiness of his precum settle in my mouth, taking time to savor it instead of telling him how beautiful his dick was. There were no rules for virgins not to know how to give head. In fact, that was my expertise—not that I had many guys to experiment with. Once, I got hooked up with a guy, and instead of letting him break my hymen, I gave him the best head of his life only because I imagined his big D was Jake's. The so-called bastard still hasn't gotten over the experience and has been begging Bria to get him through to me. Apparently, I had been so disgusted with myself for doing it with him that I blocked him everywhere. “Take me already.” He was probably impatient about
Zoey's POV “Oh, look at them. We must be boring them out already.” Mrs. Gray laughed, and Mom gave me a knowing smile. “Show Jake to the bathroom, darling, will you?” She added, and I tried to hide how I huffed as I pushed my chair back, and he followed in my wake. “Yes, Mom.” I responded, gesturing for him to follow me. “Don’t they look so cute together? I hope they get along soon.” Mrs. Gray said ever so sweetly. “They will.” I could hear Mom's faded voice as he shut the door behind him, and I pivoted around. “Why were you so obvious back there?” I asked with my arms akimbo, and instead of concentrating on me, he roamed his eyes around my room. Walking over to my rows of photo frames against the walls like he owned the room, he stopped in front of one. “You know you're such an annoying jackass that I want— “Which one of them fucked you first?” Cutting me off, he asked, and my gaze landed on the photo frame. It was the picture I took with my twin cousins on Hallo
Zoey's POV By morning I woke up with a throbbing headache, which I guess was a hangover. Crawling out of bed, I sauntered out of my room to go get my hangover smoothie from the fridge when I stopped short at the dining table. Whoa, my belly rumbled as the tantalizing aroma invaded my nostrils, and I grinned hard. Someone walked up from behind me, and I turned to give her a big bear hug, which made her chuckle. “Put me down, baby. You'll hurt yourself.” My mom warned lightly as I twirled her around. “Oh, you made all my favorites. Are we having a feast?” I asked, finally letting her feet touch the ground, and I rushed to take a seat, my hangover smoothie long forgotten. “No. I wanted to make a lot for breakfast since we'd have to free our bowels for dinner with the Grays later today.” Mom said, and I choked on the chunk of burrito stuck in the middle of my throat. Hurrying to pour me a glass of water as I coughed, she patted my back as I drank up. “Eat slowly, I alw
Zoey's POV “Uh-huh, you know there's no resumption without a back-to-campus partaaaaaaaay.” Bria cried in delight. And that was when it clicked. Our college's annual back-to-campus party was tonight, and I had totally been swept up in Jake's web to have remembered or noticed anything. Great, Zoey. I inwardly mock-applauded myself for officially losing my mind because of that jackass. Still, I didn't feel up to it, but I knew Bria and my other friends from college will have my neck for it, so I needed to play my cards right. Faking a cough, I started, “Oh, you see, that's great, but I suddenly woke up with the flu today.” “Mom's been at the door worried sick, and I can't even get off the bed to open up.” I lied. “Is this one of your grand acts to avoid getting laid this semester?" Bria asked and I rolled my eyes. "Now I'm beginning to wonder if your Prince Charming is worth the wait at all.” She teased. Now that I thought about it, she was right. Jake, the non
Zoey's POV “Honey, is Zoey still in there with you?!” Jake's mom asked, accompanied by a few more knocks, and we leapt apart, panting. I quickly crouched to pick up my panties, but he snatched them before me, and I drew my brow together in disbelief. “What— “Shhh.” He cut me off, pressing a finger to his lips as he pulled me behind him. I had to suppress myself from gnawing at his guts for the unexplainable manner in which he just seized my private property. This could be termed a personal property violation, yeah? If that was even a thing. “Jake?” His mom called again. My heartbeat skipped as I hurried behind him obediently. “Yea—no—I mean no. She left through the back a few minutes ago.” He almost stammered. My eyes widened in mortification as I watched him pocket my one and only red lingerie. My mom thought lingerie and thongs were provocative and preferred I wear briefs instead, so I secretly bought one color of each. And there goes my one color into his
Jake's POV “For the… um. To drop these off,” she stammered. I was sure even she didn't believe herself as she arched her back off the wall the moment my lips descended on her collarbones. “Get off me, Jake. I'll scream.” She tried to sound pissed, but she was subconsciously rocking her hips as I moved to her chest, gently biting her nipple through the thin fabric, and she flinched. Then it occurred to me, and I lifted my head, my brow arched as I watched the quick rise and fall of her chest. “You're not wearing a bra?” I asked, and she looked away, hiding her flushed face, and I let out a sharp laugh. “Makes me wonder about the color of your panties, if there are any.” I added, and she gave me a dirty look. “Pervert.” She spat, and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I eyed her. It was very ironic when she just showed up in my room with such a little dress and no bra. “Let's find out who's the pervert, shall we?” The intensity returning to my eyes, rid of any tra
Jake's POV I technically sprinted to the door, pressing my sides against it. Clenching my jaw tightly, I listened to her light knocks. “Hey, um, I came to give you these.” She said in a small voice. Fighting the urge to roar at her and tell her to get lost, I slackened my weight against the door, running my fingers through my hair in exasperation. “Hello? Are you there?” Knocking much harder, she asked at the top of her voice, and I reluctantly twisted the doorknob open. Settling with the fact that Mom's morning lecture on how pushing people away will only worsen my depression would be inevitable if I send Zoey away, I had to let her in. Putting up with this little witch was much better. “Come in.” I invited her, moving away from the door. Facing away from her the moment I heard the door squeak open, she gently closed it behind her. Fragile little Zoey, ever so gentle. She hadn't changed one bit, but I have. In many ways. “Hey, um… Good morning. I thought you
Jake's POV It was on Alex's birthday, and I had gotten wasted at the excitement of my best friend's new age and outdid myself despite knowing I was lightheaded. The crystal balls of the club lights had messed my vision up, but what I didn't fail to notice as I stumbled through the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies was little Zoey being led into one of the private suites of the club, and I followed. I felt she was way too young to have been invited to a club, more or less Alex's party. He definitely didn't bring his little sister into a club filled with horny adults and abandon her to go party his head off. She was definitely being lured, at least that was what I thought. Then the next minute that I got into the room, I grabbed hold of Zoey's arm and confronted her about why she was there in the first place and who the hell the guy she was with was. “Please kiss me.” She had begged, and I didn't know when I fell for it up to the point of screwing her against the wall. “F
Jake's POV “What did you just call me?!” She asked in a tiny, squeaky voice that almost made me burst into a laugh, but I composed myself as she jumped in front of me. Before I left for greener pastures, I had lost hope that little Zoe would actually gain any height. In actual fact, it nearly seemed forever before she started growing into puberty. And when she finally did, it was like a silver lining at the end of a dark tunnel. She totally beat both her agemates and older ones to it with those perfect curves always hugging her clothes like a second skin At some point I wanted to suggest her turning into a nun to Alex because her figure was getting tempting by the day. What's more, I wasn't the only one that thought that way. Since I was a party bunny in the past, I've been in gatherings where me and Alex's mutual friends down to random guys always ogled at little Zoe's body. Some even went to the extent of betting on who sleeps with her first, but none of them eve