Lexi 2 Legit Age Novels & Stories

Too much. He ran a hand through his curly hair, breathing harder now. "Because your brothers will have my fucking head if they find out I'm giving you sex lessons so you can go fuck Tyler Brooks. You're innocent, Lexi. Sweet. Protected. You should stay that way." "I'm not a child!" I shot back, frustration and desire making my voice sharper than I intended. "I'm nineteen, turning twenty in a month. I'm old enough to fuck whoever I want. I don't need your lectures or your protection, Enzo."

"Things like your full name, age, date of birt-" "Zheme Mardruk Algae, that's my full name, my date of birth is September 17, 1998 and from my date of birth, I'm sure you can tell that I'm 23." Zheme interjected, palm squeezing her breast with diligence, lips fanning her neck with the warmth of his breath. "What else do you want to know." Lexie shook her head, unable to properly think, her mind was as blank as paper, only her body seem to be full, full of the language of her desperation.

And my wolf is absolutely not a fan either. “Don’t drool too much”. Jax pops up beside me. I shake my head. “Not really drooling Jax”. “Oh ... you could have fooled me. I was starting to think that you and little miss Lele had a thing going on”. He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. “No Jax ... for god's sake she is nineteen, she is a teenager”. I shake my head again. “I could never do that”. He looks at her. “But you really really want to ... if you weren’t so hung up on the whole age thing”.

He becomes our unofficial guide, sharing tidbits about the city’s rich history and culture, and the sights outside the window fuel our excitement. Lexi, leaning into my ear, whispers that the guy is hot, asking how old I think he is. I agree he is hot, but I’m not good at guessing people’s ages. I tell her that and just then, Ollie calls his name and asks him. He is twenty-five and Ollie nods, thanking him for telling us before uttering the words that turn Lexi into a blushing mess.

Flashback 17— Emily stepped back, glaring at Lexi, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. "What did I expect from a spoiled brat like you? You don't appreciate anything I have done for you. Yes! We are two years apart—you are eighteen and I'm twenty—but that still gives me the right to tell you what's best!" she shouted, and Lexi fired back.

Lexi fights back, "Oh okay then, your height" I started, "What's wrong with my height?" "Lexi you are 5'2 and as far as I know all of Leonard's body guards average height is more than 5'9, moving to your hands they are tiny and doesn't speak like someone who fights," "Don't forget your biggest disadvantage, you have boobs" Ed added I quickly hit him for pointing it out, I was handling it very carefully but this idiot just ruined it We all stopped talking and just looked at each other knowing very well we just booked our countdown. Lexi was silent and for the first time we can see smoke coming out from her ears and head.

'Come climb with me and you'll have your own ones' I return. 'Yuck, at the gym? No thanks. Too many creepy old men.' Lexi has a thing about being watched. Strangely enough, she loves being a soloist. So it's situational, complex, like both of us. 'Most of them are our age, Lex'. 'Fine. Too many creepy men. Creep central. Lurching man-children in ill-fitting hoodies trying to be Rocky Balboa.'

"Then fuck me. Pound me into the bed; make me scream." Jim moved up and over me. I pulled my legs back and opened. We kissed, and I tasted myself. I've wondered about another woman. I'm definitely interested, but I can't seem to find the girl or guy who is just right. Jim paused, his cock nestled at my entrance, his lips brushing mine as I whispered. "We should be quiet." "Lexi is eighteen. Roger is twenty. It's time they learned that love is noisy, wet, and sweaty."

He leaned against the table, arms crossed, studying her with quiet, unmistakable interest. Ethan Lawson. Twenty-five years old. And already wondering who the woman was who’d made his mother smile like she used to when he was a boy.

“ No, I just ran away from home, that’s all” “I can tell cause we don’t get many runaways here, but hey we are considered a small town.” “Then I should have no problem adjusting here”. “Exactly, my name is Lexi,” she said extending out her hand. “Tiffanye” I started shaking her hand. “Tiffanye, you look a little young, how old are you?” “I’m sixteen, I’ll be turning seventeen soon” “Wow, I would have never guessed it, anyway I’m eighteen.”