Page 82 of Falling in Reverse

Everything in me pleads to pry her from his grasp, but we don’t have time. I also don’t want to spend my time bitching and complaining that she’s not mine.

“You’re more than you think, baby. You’re strong and powerful.” Her sky blues gather me and my words. “Don’t ever forget that.”

She searches my face for something as I make a ring around her soaked clit. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

I’m literally obsessed with her like this.

She’s more beautiful with her face flushed and needy.

“Torin,” she whimpers. “Can you?—”

“Bay!” Matteo’s fury-filled voice breaks through our moment, immediately getting her to remove her hand and sink back against the wall.

Yanking my hand free from her jeans, I waste no time dipping my soaked fingers into my mouth and tasting her tangy flavor. “Fuck, baby…I’m addicted.”

She slides out from between me and the wall. “I gotta go.”

My fingers wrap around her bicep, gaining another second. “Keep your chin up. I’ll see you later.”

She doesn’t respond, quickly abandoning me with her on my tongue and the thoughts of more.

TWENTY-THREE

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“Why are you two weirdos here?” I pose the question to Juice and Hot Rod, surrounding my dad as they eat hamburgers and fries like they haven’t eaten in over a year. Levi was supposed to be hanging out with Dad and the girls while I ran to the grocery store to grab a few things.

“Haven’t seen your old man in a while,” Juice replies, stealing a glance at me from the TV just to promptly return it.

Fair enough.

Flicking my gaze to Hot Rod, he rises from the dining room chair he moved from the kitchen that sits at Dad’s other side. They’re all using his hospital table that hovers over his La-Z-Boy as a shared table, and it’s a mess.

“Got a second?” he asks me, striding in my direction, still chewing the food he bit off his hamburger.

“I charge by the minute,” I tease with a smile, placing down my backpack from school along the wall of the small foyer.

“Put it on my tab, smartass,” he quips back with a roll of his eyes, knocking lightly into my shoulder as he carries on into the kitchen.

He doesn’t stop until he’s tucked into the small part by the fridge and microwave, where no one from the living room can see him, leaning up against the countertop in a white wife-beater, layered in tattoos from his neck all the way down to his ankles.

“What’s up?” I press, opening the fridge and plucking out a bottled water. My phone buzzes in the back pocket of my jeans, and I immediately retrieve it.

TRAVIS: You didn’t need to buy me any more books. I’m not that quick of a reader when it comes to Quantum Mechanics. I don’t need any more.

Right.

So, I may have bought him more shit to do so that he’s not texting me every hour to make sure I’m okay and to ask me if I’ve told Levi yet.

BAY: My bad. I mean, I read mine on the way home.

BAY: While driving.

TRAVIS: LOL.

TRAVIS: Thank you. And for the green jello you dropped off, too.

BAY: See, there’s something wrong with you because no one in their right mind likes that shit, Trav.

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