Hood River Rat (Hood River Hoodlums #1) - K Webster Page 0,60
now if you wanted.”
As much as I want to, I refrain. Barely. “Let me get tested. I want to make sure I’m clean. I used condoms, but I fucked too many people to not be safe.”
I hate myself right now.
If I’d kept my dick in my pants rather than fucking my way through half the girls in our senior class, I’d be able to fill Hollis’s ass up with my cum.
“I can wait,” he tells me, his voice soft. “It’s fine. Don’t do whatever you’re doing right now.”
“Fucking you?”
“No, dumbass, blaming yourself.”
Our mouths meet again, this time in a sweeter kiss. I don’t know how Hollis wrecked my life so easily, but he did. It’s been messy ever since that very first day. I wouldn’t change one second of it, though.
In all honesty, I want him to wreck me some more.
I want him to decimate me.
Hollis
Saturdays are officially date nights. For the past three weeks, Roux stays the night with Charlotte while Roan and I run off together. Mom knows. I know she knows based on the sly smiles she gives me. But since we haven’t come out to anyone, she doesn’t say a word about it. It makes me love her even more.
“You’re not listening to me,” Roan says, jerking me from my thoughts.
“I’m just tired.” Not a lie. I feel off. I blame it on my dad’s incessant calling.
He studies me from his position on his couch. All sprawled out and relaxed. Looking hot as ever. On his bare stomach is a plate of cheeses and crackers and grapes. Ever since I told him heavy foods make me sick, he keeps stuff I can eat on hand. I’ve probably eaten more in the last three weeks than I did the three months prior combined.
“Want to go to bed?” he asks, frowning.
“And miss this amazing movie,” I joke. “Not a chance.”
He picks up a cracker and a slice of cheese, assembling it before handing it to me. “I’m being serious. You’re pale as fuck and spaced out.”
Irritation prickles at me. “I’m fine.”
“Oh, and add grumpy to that list too.”
I chomp on my snack, rolling my eyes at him. My phone buzzes and it’s my dad. Again. I throw it across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thump before falling to the carpet.
“Definitely grumpy,” Roan mutters.
I flip him off. “I have nothing to say to him.”
He sets the plate on the coffee table and sits up. His coppery orbs assess me. I can never escape his scrutiny. The man sees right inside me. Most days, I love it. Other days, it’s annoying.
“I know how to cheer you up,” he says, a wolfish grin turning his lips up. His eyebrow lifts, drawing my attention to his piercing.
“You’re going to fuck me?” My body warms at his words. I can’t get enough of him, especially when he’s inside me, which is as often as we can manage the past three weeks.
He grabs the back of my neck to pull me to him for a kiss. “I was thinking you could fuck me.”
My dick wakes right the fuck up, straining in my jeans. “You’re not ready.”
“Bullshit,” he argues. “I’ve let you finger my ass nearly every time we’re alone. We’re ready for this.”
Not me.
Not him.
We are. Us. I love that there’s an us. Might be a secret us, but it’s better than no us.
“It’s going to hurt,” I taunt. “I’ll make you cry, little Roan.”
“I’m not little and you fucking know it, rat.”
“All I hear is ‘wha-wha-wha,’ rat lover.”
“Fucking asshole.”
“That’s where I’ll be in ten minutes,” I bite back at him. “Deep inside your ass.”
His lips turn up on one side. “Make sure you go bare. If you’re going to be inside me, you can come inside me, babe. I want you to.”
Babe.
All I heard was babe.
This guy owns my heart and I don’t want it back. He can keep it. It belongs to him.
“I thought you were worried, babe,” I say, teasing him with the endearment.
“I’m squeaky clean. Finally got word back.”
“Holy shit. We’re really going to do this.”
“We really are. Now take off your clothes and suck my dick, pretty boy. I want to come at least once before you fuck me up with that big dick of yours.”
His words are tough because he likes being a hardass, but I don’t mistake the fear laced in them. Not letting him overthink, I start tugging down his sweatpants. He lifts his ass, to help in my efforts to undress