Page 171 of Pretty Little Lies

My lips coil into a small smile. “I can see that.”

“It’s going to happen. I’m going to have you so in love with me that, when I ask you to marry me, you’re going to fuck me so hard I can’t see.”

“Oh, well, of course. That’s how I imagined it in my brain.”

“I meant what I said,” he says quietly, grazing his fingers along my hip. “I think I’m falling for you, McQueen.”

I bob my head in acknowledgement and refuse to let it go without a bit of vulnerability myself. “I think I’m…falling for you, too, Reevie.”

FORTY-EIGHT

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I letTorin handle the door when my tongue greedily slips between Bay’s soft lips, eliciting an even softer moan to escape her throat.

Everything I fear has somewhat gone to the wayside with her words enticing the one thing I needed to hear—I’m still hers.

And she’s still mine.

I searched for any sign of repulsion fleeting from her face. A sliver of disgust or unease, but I found none. Instead, Bay wouldn’t let me go at the hospital. If it wasn’t my face that she was touching, it was my fingers laced through hers as I drove her home. It was the sense that Bay wasn’t going to let go.

Not after all the sins I’ve committed and the God-awful shit I’ve done.

She’s perfect for me.

My hands are already working off her sweatpants, which have been teasing me since I dragged her away from Torin earlier. The way they cup her ass and hips, leaving everything else to the imagination has been killer on my dick.

But now that Mae and Ellie are passed the fuck out on the couch after two Disney movies and a bunch of pizza, I get my girl all to myself.

Sorta.

I can feel the stick up Torin’s ass from behind me. The prick sees that we’ve made up, but he won’t allow a damn sex scene to play out with him in a co-starring role.

I know the prick hasn’t liked Bay and I not talking, but he sure had no problem sliding in that he’s dating her, too. Motherfucker actually began to whistle.

However, being the only child now, you’d think I’d be a little more possessive of my shit. But Torin is the brother I never had and the douchebag who pushed me over the edge to finally face Bay in person instead of waiting for her to get over it.

It worked.

I just wished he’d fuck off for ten minutes.

The pads of her fingers begin to lift at my t-shirt, but then she pulls her mouth from mine and looks up at me with glossy blues and a sweet look of something that has my cock twitching in constant need.

“How are we doing this?”

I quirk a brow at her question, clearly confused because we’ve done this before. “Well, I lick your pussy until you scream in your pillow, or we can just go right to the good shit, baby. Your call.”

Her lips curl in a smile that I can only describe as pretty.

I’ve never had a girl smile at me just to smile at me. Either they want my family name, the money I can blow on them, or the quick fuck I can offer.

Other than that, it’s the only kind of relationship I’ve ever had.

“No,” she says almost shyly. “I mean with us. You, me…” I like how she doesn’t say Torin’s name. It only boosts up my ego a little bit.

However, he’s at our side within the next millisecond, correcting that mishap falling from her lips.

“Forget my name, Wildfire?” he presses almost sinisterly. “Because I planned on fucking you because I need to, but I don’t mind thrusting it back into your brain again.”

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