Share
Chapter 35
Related chapters
Wanton Chapter 36
Amelia"Wow"That's all Bianca has said since I spilled my guts to her. We're lying on our backs on my bed and staring at the roof of my bed. "Told you I'm crazy.""You're not crazy.""So you think it's okay?"She turns to face me "Do you think it's okay?" I frown at her "You're supposed to have all the answers.""I think you have me mixed up with you. You are the love expert."I snicker "Yeah, from fictional books and watching you and Adam run around in circles. I've never been in love–" I pause "–I don't even know if this is love." She rolls her eyes and sighs "I can't tell you what to do. Because I don't know how you're feeling. I mean, I understand falling for Angel, because have you seen him?" This time I roll my eyes and she chuckles "But, I can't tell you if what you're feeling is right or wrong. Logically speaking, the only reason you're even related is because your parents got married. But things aren't as easy as that.""I know" "And he's gone. So you have two options,
Wanton Chapter 37
AmeliaI suck in a breath as I take in all of his features like a woman seeing for the first time, Harry and the entire impressiveness of the house forgotten. He's in an all black ensemble. Black tee, black ripped jeans, black boots. Black baseball cap snug on his hair that's in a bun. The navy bomber jacket that's currently laying on the ground in front of him is the only thing that isn't black. He looks exhausted but still manages to remain excruciatingly pleasing to the eye. Miguel fucking Sanchez. The reason I'm here. The deep ache that forms in my stomach everytime he's in the area returns with a vengeance. I clasp my shaky hands behind my back as we stare at each other and I swallow when I see his eyes move from my face to take in the rest of my body, settling especially on my bare legs, the blue dress somehow riding high up on my thighs. You can't catch me dead in a dress, I'd told him once. And yet I'd put one on particularly to see him. Harry clears his throat "And th
Wanton Chapter 38
Amelia’s POVThe drive to the hospital is quiet but not uncomfortable, if you overlook the brewing tension between Miguel and I. I can see the questions he wants to ask on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself right before they can tumble out of his mouth. And yeah, did I tell you about his gorgeous ever present lip ring? I mean, I was addicted to that accessory long before I even started liking him. As I'm in the passenger seat this time around, it puts the symbol of my eternal torment in my line of sight. Miguel looks really happy to finally be sitting behind the wheel and I can't help the smile that makes it's way to my lip as he taps away on the wheel absentmindedly. We both reach to turn up the volume of the music at the same time, our fingers brushing for the second time, only this time we longer before slowly pulling away, a reminder of the tension building in the air. Of unsaid words hanging between us. When we arrive at the hospital and he takes my hand at the entran
Wanton Chapter 39
AmeliaThe drive back to the house after Miguel gets me my Chinese takeout is not uncomfortable, considering we have every reason to after visiting Faye Smith.I decide not to bring up the issue. He doesn't either. Instead, I take in the scenery and he tells me what he knows about places that pique my interest. The sun has already set and when I look at the time as he parks in front of his condo, it's almost eight. My flight back to Evergreen is in less than twenty hours. Not enough time. Holding the food in his hands, I take the key from him and open the door, standing aside to let him in. When I close the door and turn, he's standing in the same spot. It doesn't take me long to figure it out. Because there's a naked girl standing in the centre of his living room."Surprise!" She screeches, running over to hug him. His hands open almost immediately, holding the food in wide berth from her attack as he remains frozen in place. My blood turns to ice. And I feel like entering int
Wanton Chapter 40
Amelia"Good girl?" Miguel kisses my clit one more time and moves up my body to stare at me. This is the worst time to call me a good girl, I want to say but I'm speechless. And I can't move because my legs feel like jelly. The architect of my jelly legs takes in my expression and a smug smirk finds it's way to his lips "You okay?""Mmhmm" He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my mouth and I can taste myself on him. It's foreign but not unwelcome, because I'm already pulling him to me and deepening the kiss. I grip his shirt "Take this off" I say against his mouth and he pulls away briefly to tug off his shirt before he's coming back to kiss me hard and deep. I wrap my legs around him, and that's when I feel his crotch pressed against my core. I rock into it, causing him to groan into my mouth. And it makes me feel light-headed. I want more. I need more. I start undoing the zip of his jeans when his hands reach out to stop me. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. "Amy–" My nam
Wanton Chapter 41
Walking into the kitchen, I stop and stare as Miguel makes me breakfast, completely oblivious that I'm in the vicinity. He hums along to the music playing, his bare back flexing as he moves from one place to the other, his hair in a bun. My eyes lock on the angel tattoo on his shoulder blade and my thighs clench together.I'd licked that tattoo and all the others. After the first time, Miguel had fed me some of my Chinese food, because halfway, I'd managed to convince him that I wasn't hungry for food but something else. To his credit, he tried to be a gentleman and decline but in the end, he couldn't win against me. After that he'd made me a warm bath and tried to move me out of the bed but I wanted to sleep. With him spooning me of course. He didn't say no. And then because he was a morning person and I wasn't, he'd gotten up first, showered and then lovingly tried to get me out of bed. It was a struggle to finally convince me to sit in the tub this morning while he washed my hair
Wanton Chapter 42
AmeliaI'm an addict. And my poison of choice is a boy. Miguel Angel Sanchez has replaced beef jerky as my number one addiction. Staying away from him has become an exercise in effort since we came back together from Los Angeles. The days are wild. We have sex. Plenty of sex. Earth shattering sex. Back breaking sex. We do it everywhere. On my bed. On his bed. In the shower. In my car. In the lake. In the school janitor's closet. In the movie theatre. It's a fucking fest. I have bite marks all over my upper body and between my thighs to show for it. And I'm loving every moment of it. We go everywhere together. With Bianca of course because sometimes she's the only restraint we have from ripping each other apart. And even if my best friend notices the way I eye Miguel like a piece of beef jerky, she does her best to act clueless. It doesn't help that the feeling of having a clandestine relationship seems to only add to the thrill of the situation, even though I'm the only one who
Wanton Chapter 43
Jennifer Byers, our school's guidance counselor, who also insists that we call her by her first name is probably the most easygoing adult I've ever met and that's saying a lot where my mother is concerned.Her blonde hair is always in a bun, her blue eyes obscured by her dark tinted glasses and she's always wearing a shirt tucked in a pair of jeans and a smile that makes me wonder if she doesn't go through anything remotely sad in her life. Maybe that's why she became a guidance counselor. She's easy to talk to. "Hello, Jennifer." I greet when I walk into her office, shutting the door behind me."Amy." She says with a big smile and gestures towards one of the two seats on the other side of her table. "Please have a seat.""Thanks" I sit on the chair she pointed at and cross my arms"How are you today?" "I'm good, thank you." "Well, I'm sure you know why I called you here."I nod "To talk about my college applications and get advice from you."She smiles again with a nod "You won't
Latest chapter
