Page 136 of Falling in Reverse

“You lost?”

“Torin missed,” Reeve quips with a victorious smile even though he’s on his team. “Needs to work on his jump shot a little more.”

“Well, if Wilson wasn’t a fuckin’ pine tree, I wouldn’t have so much trouble getting over him.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Reeve sing-songs, reaching for my free hand, lacing our fingers together. “I haven’t gotten a text back from you, McQueen. When are we going to change that?”

We’re not.

Except I think I’ve said enough bitchy things for the day already.

“You know…” He inches closer. “I can be just as much fun as Pretty Boy over here.”

“Doubtful,” Torin retorts before giving me a little tug. I’m dragged around the bleachers to where Reeve yells out that he’ll hit me up later.

It doesn’t matter. He’ll get the same fucking result.

Our path ends at a small bathroom and Torin shoves the door open then places his large palm between my breasts to shove me against the wall.

“Drop your bags.”

“How about I?—”

“Easy or hard way, Wildfire,” he grounds out. “I can go either way right now.”

I aimlessly drop them, showing how exasperated and pissed I am that he’s yanking me around like I’m someone he can just order around.

Yet, maybe it’ll get him to back off me a bit while I figure this all out.

“Good girl,” he praises before finding the hem of my tee and raising it over my head.

“Wait.” I shove the cotton fabric back down. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You need some padding,” he says matter-of-factly, meeting my confused stare. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

“For what? We’re in the middle of a public restroom and?—”

“I didn’t take you as someone who was shy.” His whole dark brows heave, as if challenging me to not become a prude at this moment. We both know I’m not, obviously.

“You know damn well I’m not, but—” Torin doesn’t give a shit what I have to say because my shirt is heaved up and I’m compelled to lift my arms up for him to remove.

Dropping it to the floor, he doesn’t unfasten his golden eyes from my chest. Allowing himself this moment to observe and study my tits underneath my black bra.

“Get on your knees.” His voice just dripped into an animalist grunt as my expression contorts.

“Excuse me?”

“Get on your knees, Wildfire,” he repeats, wedging my body against the hard wall with his chest. “You’re going to suck me off, and I want to see if you swallow.”

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torin

She stares at me with those sky blues and plush pink lips, and I don’t think I could get any harder for her if I tried.

I love that she doesn’t have any lipstick on. The thought of her wrapping them around my cock without leaving a mark, and teasing my own fucking self as if she was never there only makes the knot of lust coursing through me that much stronger.

Except, she could lose the look that I’m a complete fucking moron who just happened to drag her to a bathroom to get my dick sucked like a horny teenager.

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