Page 108 of Pretty Little Lies

Because I’d never stop fucking her, no matter what anyone says after this. Something’s shifting within my universe, and this is more than just thrusting my cock deep inside her and listening to her quick breaths.

Now I understand how Reeve feels.

Bay whimpers harshly before tensing in my grip, her body trembling as she comes, plunging downward from her orgasm. On her high, I combust along with her, the sounds of her frenzy causing me to join her, and it’s the most erotic and connected I’ve ever felt to another human being.

Reeve chuckles as Bay holds on to him for dear life, holding my weight too as I notice I’ve used her to keep me steady from the immediate draw of energy that just barreled through me.

“Damn,” my best friend drawls. “I think we all just found our new latest hobby together.”

“Shut up,” I quip through heavy inhales and exhales. “Don’t get used to seeing my dick.”

“I didn’t,” he retorts. “But it looks like Bay Bay McQueen has something to say about all this.”

“Yeah,” she pants, straightening her spine against my chest. “I hope you both like each other…because this is going to happen again.”

THIRTY-THREE

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I thinkTorin Wildes wants to die.

Not only is he standing on my front porch in a black leather coat with a gray flannel underneath it, but he’s holding two bags and a cocky smirk like he’s not in enemy territory without shit to worry about.

“You lost, Pretty Boy?” I greet, leaning my body along the side of the door with my forearm. “This is South Shore.”

“I thought we were forgetting about all that,” he surmises as his amber irises sink and remain locked onto mine. “I brought your sisters and Dad some shit.”

The hairs on the back of my neck immediately stand on end at the mention of my father and two little sisters currently playing goldfish in our living room.

He’s the antagonist in this story. His father—stepfather—is the villain.

I’m not a hero, by any means, but I sure as hell will be saving the damn day when it comes to my only living parent who ever gave a shit about me and the twin-pack of twinkies sitting with him.

“I see you’ve been doing your research on me.” I cross my arms over my chest, and Torin notices how not flattered I am.

Meanwhile, he’s unbothered for one.

Figures.

“It’d work in my favor if I knew some things about the girl I’m looking to hang out with more,” he endorses without an ounce of shame or care that he just stalked me to get info.

Or got something to stalk me.

I lift a challenging brow and step through the threshold of the door so Dad doesn’t hear me. The last thing I need is more drama spread thickly on this part of my day. “Just because we fucked in your library and in the backseat of your?—”

“And I can’t get the smell of you—us—out of it, so my cock’s been hard for days, Wildfire. I was hoping I could remedy that and you into an orgasm.”

Geezus Christ.

My body warms at the idea and that night has been on my mind on replay, too. However, I’m risking a lot of my brain cells if I keep having Torin and Reeve fuck them out.

“With my dad in the house.” It’s not a question but anare you fucking seriouscomment.

But, in true Pretty Boy fashion, Torin gives zero fucks.

“You’ve never fucked around with your parents home before?” He blows air from his perfect lips. “Damn, and here I thought you were badass.”

I shrug dismissively, still not moved by his so-called kind gesture. “Guess not.”

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