LOGIN"Jealous?" He repeated. "I have no reason to be jealous of him." He leaned in, our faces inches apart. "If I wanted to, I'd have you." He whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "But you can't." I swallowed. "We're just friends." "Friends." He breathed. "And friends don't get jealous." I whispered, my lips brushing against his. "Friends don't 'have' each other." Yet here I was, straddling him in the front seat of my car, my legs on either side of his hips, our bodies pressed together. I could feel his arousal through the fabric of our clothes, and I unconsciously rubbed against him, seeking friction. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still. "Fuck, Jo." He brushed his lips against mine in a teasing kiss, and I let out a whimper, my hips jerking. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. As our tongues slid against each other, I tasted the familiar taste of his lips, like burnt honey mixed with whiskey. It suddenly dawned on me that friends shouldn't know how they tasted. * * * Josette Wynters has spent her life moving from town to town because of her parents demanding job. She had looked forward to building her life at Cedarville and for the first time in her life, Josette felt like she was finally happy. That was until she caught the eye of Evander Lloyd. The notorious bad boy of Cedarville high. She had tried to avoid him, yet it seemed fate had other plans and she soon became his obsession.
View MoreI hadn’t meant to stop the car, but her words hit a nerve I hadn’t known was raw. My hands jerked the wheel, and we skidded to the shoulder, gravel crunching under the tires. And before I knew it, I'd picked her up and settled her into my lap, and she fit me perfectly, almost like she belonged there. And gods help me, she did. Her weight settled on my thighs, her legs bracketing my hips. My hands instinctively went to her waist, holding her steady as she looked at me with those eyes—so full of fire and softness it made my chest ache. “Jealous?” I repeated her accusation, scoffing, but my voice betrayed me. “I have no reason to be jealous of him.” I leaned in until her breath mingled with mine. “If I wanted to, I’d have you.” “But you can’t,” she whispered, her voice a shaky defiance that only made me want her more. “We’re just friends.” “Friends,” I repeated, the word like ash in my mouth. And still, neither of us pulled away. Her lips brushed mine, a whisper of contact that ha
"Evander?" I reach out to turn on the lamp beside my bed, but my hand hesitates mid-air. The dim glow of the moon casts eerie shadows on the walls, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Evander, is that you?" I call out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, the curtains shift, and I sense a presence in the room. My heart beats faster as I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and plant my feet firmly on the ground. "Who's there?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady. The silence that follows is oppressive, and I'm about to convince myself it was just my imagination when I hear a faint rustling sound coming from the corner of the room. My eyes strain in the darkness, and then I see a shadowy figure standing, watching me . "Evander?" I whisper again, hope and excitement blooming in my chest. The figure steps forward into the reflection of the moon, and my heart skips a beat as I realize it's indeed him, standing there, watching me with an unreadable expr
His hands gripped my hair as he pulled me closer, my back arching as he devoured my lips. I moan into his mouth, my hips starting to move again, a slow, tortuous roll that has him groaning against my lips. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal soaking through my panties, leaving a damp spot on the front of his jeans.His hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as they roam my body, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. "Josette." He groans my name, and I whimper, molding my front to his, needing him. Heat starts to build up in my core, and I increase my rhythm, my hips jerking, and just when I couldn't take it anymore, he grips my hips, his fingers digging deep, and shoves me aside. The car door swings open, and she storms out into the night. I sit there, chest heaving as I watch him pace the sidewalk, tugging harshly on his hair."Fuck." He shouts, the sound echoing into the darkness. I make a move to leave the car, but he stops me. "Stay in the car." He
"What do you think?" I asked Riley, doing a quick spin so she could get the full effect."Damn, girl, you look yummy," she said, licking her lips dramatically. I laughed, feeling a bit self-conscious, but I was mostly excited. I was wearing a short black denim skirt paired with an oversized school jersey, a messy ponytail, and smoky, almost too dark eye makeup that I thought made me look a bit edgy and a little dangerous. It was Friday night, and the whole school was excited about the home game. I didn't really know a damn thing about soccer, but apparently, playing against Denver Falls was a huge deal.Riley checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time, her eyes lighting up each time. She was talking to Axel, who was playing in today's match, along with Evander. That's why I decided to come. He'd asked me to come check the game out, and I couldn't resist. Plus, Riley had been going on and on about how hot Evander and Axel looked on the field, and I had






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