Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,93

seconds, his fingers go still and I slam my fist to his solid chest in return, positive that just hurt me far worse than it hurt him.

“Dick,” I say with a smile. One that doesn’t match my harsh tone.

“That a request or an insult?” he asks as his brow shoots up.

He’s teasing, but now he has me thinking about it again, fucking him.

Shit, that was easy.

I kiss him once and then stare at his eyes when he opens them. Heartbreaker green no longer seems like the fitting phrase to describe the beautiful emerald color staring back at me. Because the last thing I think he’s capable of doing is breaking my heart.

“So, are we bailing on Cypress Pointe for Christmas or not?” he asks. “I’m not leaving if you aren’t coming with me.”

Those words hit me right in the center of my chest, hearing that he won’t even consider leaving town if we aren’t going together.

“And you’re sure it’s okay for Scar to come? Your grandfather won’t mind us crowding him over the holiday?”

“He loves having guests,” West insists. “And believe me, when you see the size of his house, you won’t be so worried about crowding him.”

“Wait. Is this your dad’s dad or—”

“Nope, Mom’s. My dad’s never met his father, so we’re safe there,” he adds with a laugh.

I search his stare again, seeing that hopefulness still beaming in his eyes.

“Then, I guess we’re spending Christmas together.”

That killer smile of his makes it super clear I’ve just made the right decision. Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier than he is right now.

I lower my lips to his and this kiss is deeper, drawing a groan from West. It vibrates within his chest, causing mine to rumble as well. His arms tighten around me and I can’t break free even if I wanted to. But, honestly, who the hell would ever want that?

Straddling his waist, I can feel him getting hard beneath me, where I have him locked tight between my thighs. I grind against his dick and the movement draws more of his deep breaths. Another roll of my hips has his hands slowly leaving my back, lowering until he’s gripping my ass through my sweats.

“I need to fuck you. Bad,” he growls against my ear.

I’m reminded of how we had to cut things short at school, reminded of how screwing him has been all I’ve thought about since.

“But Scar and Shane will hear,” I reason, breathless as I try to convince myself what a bad idea this would be.

“Then don’t fucking scream,” he teases, making me laugh against his lips.

“I’ll try.”

His eyes don’t leave me when I hop up to lock the door. Then, flashing another wicked grin, he’s off the bed, too, removing his shirt before he stops to watch me strip out of what little I have on. After that, I’m the one who’s staring. Well, gawking is more like it, as he takes a condom from his pocket and then undoes his belt and jeans. The packaging hits the floor, then he rolls the latex onto his dick with one hand. My heart’s racing and I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him right now.

More than I want… that right now.

Damn, West.

He pushes his jeans and boxers down the rest of the way, and then steps out of them completely. There’s impatience in his eyes when they meet mine. It’s enough that I don’t make him wait, climbing on top of my bed again.

“Stay just like that,” he commands.

I do as I’m told, breathing wildly while I wait for him, on my hands and knees. He approaches slowly and the mattress sinks beneath his weight. My hips warm when he grips them from behind. Then, without any warning, he enters me rough.

“Shit!”

I’ve already failed. We’re supposed to be quiet. With any luck, the TV in the living room is loud enough that my voice wasn’t just heard, but I’m doubtful.

Behind me, West breathes a quiet laugh when I cry out a second time. “You good, Southside?” he asks, going even deeper.

“Just… shut the fuck up,” I say back, mouthing off as an attempt to save face.

Each breath puffing from my lips is in sync with his powerful thrusts, and he’s relentless. But this is how I like it. I want to feel it all and he makes sure of that.

Using the tight hold he has on my hips, he repeatedly draws me backwards toward him, making my body