“Now . . .”
“Now nothing. We’ll smoke this, and then I’m going home. Taylor, get in bed before your dad gets here.” I cut her off, lighting up the joint.
At first it was exciting to go out with her just to piss him off, but ever since he’d threatened to throw me to the wolves I was more cautious when I went there.
“But he’s not coming back tonight,” the blond murmured, before getting on top of me.
I closed my eyes. My head started spinning again, and it seemed like I was in Jackson’s pickup again.
That damn princess turned red when I put my hands on her thighs.
“I thought you’d stay here for a bit, Jamie.”
And she did it again when I started to fiddle with the straight hair that fell down her shoulders. If only she knew how I’d pull her hair.
Taylor caressed the nape of my neck, went down my back, and dug her nails into me, making me cry out in pain.
I brought the joint to my lips and took a long drag then blew out a large cloud at the ceiling.
“Jamie, come on.”
The warm whisper penetrating my ear brought me back down to earth.
“You sure you want me here?”
We never did it at her house, especially not with her best friend staring at us.
“I called you on purpose.”
Taylor used me like her personal plaything. “Can you take this off?” I asked her as she started to indulgently lick my lips, moving her tongue in and out of my mouth sexily.
“I got it at La Perla and paid an arm and a leg for it. Let me keep it on.”
Rich girls were so boring.
Don’t mess up my hair; I just did it. Don’t kiss me there; otherwise it’ll mess up my lipstick. This outfit is the most expensive one I have; don’t tear it off me.
This was why I preferred guys sometimes. They were a lot simpler—fewer words and more action.
“Hey, gentle.”
Taylor sank her teeth into my neck, and now she was digging her nails into my back, but my feeling of boredom decreased when she grazed my lower stomach. I liked that. It was turning me on. I caressed her shoulders, thumbing her protruding collarbones. Her bra straps fell, but she tensed up.
“What are you doing? Tiffany’s still here,” she whispered, laughing as the brunet took the joint out of my hand.
“It’s not like you want to have her go away.”
“James, don’t be a perv like always.”
“I’m not doing shit.”
I leaned my head on the couch, waiting for her next move.
Taylor slithered her hands across my abs and took off my T-shirt abruptly, without any gentleness. I thought about when June White helped me get undressed.
Taylor traced my chest with her warm hands and wet mouth.
Who knew what was whirling around in that smart girl’s head.
