Page 88 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Jack

Love.

How could such a short word make my heart feel like it’s pounding a million beats per second?

It’s all I’ve been fucking thinking about since Becca told me she loved me. I wanted to hear her say it at least a hundred more times, just so I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

She was an angel sent down to tempt me, but a strong man could only hold off for so long. Her persistence and vicious tongue became my downfall, and I knew she was mine the minute she stumbled through my classroom.

“Just drop me off down the street and I can walk.” She pointed out the window as I came to a stop at a stop sign.

Glancing at her from the side, I find my eyes tracing down her bare legs every time.

“Fuck no, I’ll just drop you off in front of your house.” I grunt, thinking there’s no way I’d let her walk that far at night.

“Fine.” She crosses her arms.

Rolling up to her house, I park across the street and shut off the ignition.

Her playful eyes meet mine, and I can tell she’s up to no good.

“Thank you for tonight.” She beams, unhooking the seatbelt and leaning over the console towards me.

Instead of offering her my words, I study her beautiful face until my hand circles around the back of her neck, yanking her towards me.

“Tonight isn’t over yet.” I grin as her breathing quickens and her breasts rise and fall.

As she tugs on her lower lip, she lowers her brows as if she’s trying to think of something.

“I have an idea.” Her eyes darkened and she pulled out of my grasp. Opening the door she hopped out, leaving me sitting there confused. I watch as she circles around my truck, then curls one finger towards me, taunting me to follow her.

Fuck.

Her dress is hiked up almost to her pussy as she continues walking backwards toward the house with her eyes on me.

Becca was the complete fucking package, and I was a fool who’d follow her to the end of the world if I had to.

Slowly getting out of the truck, I say fuck what was right and follow Becca. The worry of being caught flew out the window and all that consumed me was the need to bury myself inside Becca.

Her finger beckons me to go after her as we walk through the grass and stop on the side of the house. Covered in a blanket of darkness, I slowly close the gap between us, shoving her hard against the siding of the house.

“You tryin’ to get me in trouble?” I growl into her neck as her nails claw down my back. Grazing my teeth across her skin, I bite down onto her shoulder, eliciting a small moan from her.

“Maybe.” She groans, as her fingers fumble with my pants.

Anything she wanted, I was willing to give.

If she wanted my heart, I’d gladly rip it out of my chest and give it to her.

I was hers, and she was mine.

Her touch alone set my skin on fire, burning hot as she trailed her fingers across my lower stomach, teasing and rubbing.

“Becca?” A voice from behind us calls out, and my heart immediately sinks because I knew who it is.

Wes.

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