Page 99 of Pretty Little Lies

My eyes mindlessly flutter as his tongue sweeps across my already warmed flesh, his strong forearm wrapped around my middle to keep me grounded to him, and that’s when Pretty Boy takes a step in my direction.

His long fingers curl around my cheek and chin, raising my face to meet his tawny brown irises filled with lust and hesitation.

I mean, shit, I’ve tried headbutting him twice already, so I can see why he wouldn’t want to get too close to me.

Except it doesn’t stop him as he bends forward, making my heart thrash in my chest and my breathing hitch.

“You got us both fucked up,” he accuses gently. “The little girl from South Shore.”

“I’d say fuck you,” I reply with no hardness to my tone, because I got the devil at my back, keeping me tightly within his grasp and draining all energy to want to fight. “But I’m proud to be South Shore.”

“As you should be.” Torin’s mouth hovers over mine, teasing, or thinking about what his next move is going to be.

And I can’t help but want him to close to the distance. I’ve already made one fucked-up mistake on coming here, so why not make anymore?

“Don’t screw with me, Pretty Boy,” I utter. “The consequences are brutal.”

“I already did, and I liked the aftermath.” Then his mouth clashes into mine, so off beat from Reeve’s previous kiss, lapsing my lips like he’s dying inside and I’m the antidote.

His teeth dig warningly into my lip, as if to silently tell me to not do anything he believed I was doing before. As if he has something to prove to the both of us.

This attraction toward him isn’t all one-sided because I don’t have a type. While Reeve and Torin are both pretty boys with their own personalities, Torin is a passionate asshole and Reeve is a sweetheart with a constant hard-on.

Torin’s hand finds one of my hips and kneads, imploring me to leave everything behind. I desperately want to, more than anything. To say fuck this line that divides us and these rival gangs and just live our best lives.

Torin’s tongue mangles with mine, coaxing the thought further through my brain, and I’m thankful that Reeve is holding me. I’d collapse if he wasn’t. Nothing but desire courses throughout my body and between my legs, and I squeeze them together to give myself some sort of relief from this sweet torment.

It does nothing.

Especially when Reeve felt me do it and slides his arm down, slipping his fingers between my legs. He doesn’t touch me where I ache to be touched. We’re still on the beach with“Without Me”by Fame on Fire playing, and there’s no need to put on a free show.

“Torin, your shipment arrived.”

Pretty Boy reluctantly pries his lips from mine and looks over his shoulder, giving someone a curt nod that he heard what was said.

“Looks like fate wants us to chill,” Torin grinds out, running his palm down my thigh one more time before disappearing. “We’ll finish this later.”

Reeve pulls from me then, allowing his fingers to linger on me another few seconds on my hips as he rounds my body to stand next to Torin.

I demand my lungs to catch a placid breath, but fail when they both regard me with both hunger and lust in their different colored eyes.

“Definitely going to finish this later,” Reeve agrees with a cocky smirk. “And T-Minus ten seconds.”

“What?” I exhale off a pant, which only makes Torin smile like a douchebag and Reeve to bite down on his lower lip in amusement.

“Bay.”

I instantly cringe outwardly at the sound ofthatvoice. And I never said I was that good of an actress.

Ramsey.

That and I can’t pace my breathing like I wasn’t just mauled by Torin and Reeve and on the road of coming.

Forcing myself to glimpse over, Ramsey is in a black dress-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and his medium-brown hair styled to the side like he just left a business meeting or something.

“Enjoying the party?” he solicits, as if he gives a shit. And why he’s here at Reeve’s birthday party…

“Yeah,” I force from my throat, curling my lips in a weak smile. “Torin and Reeve have been keeping me company.”

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