Page 56 of Pretty Little Lies

I shrug my shoulders dismissively. I’m over denying that.

Blondie leans in, red-painted lips inching closer to mine. Her golden hair is plastered to her forehead, but it doesn’t hide how pretty she is or the playful hazel eyes behind it.

“Are you trying to convince me of that or you?” I open my mouth to tell her I’m undecided, but she speaks instead. “I’m up for a little fun if you are.”

I quirk a knowing brow. “We’re gonna playthatgame?”

“Why not?” She steals another look, at what I’m assuming is Reeve, behind me. “If you’re not attached, I don’t see why I can’t kiss you. Besides, I’m really curious to test out the theory.”

Okay, so, she’s hot.

Nonetheless, I’m not looking for Reeve to test my theory on thewhole showing off his Glockbit.

“He’s a little territorial, Blondie.” I pat her shoulder as if it were a good idea, but no. I’m here to have a good time, not prove that I can make Reeve jealous. “I don’t want your night ruined over male pride.”

And for my buzz to be ruined.

Except Blondie doesn’t heed my warning, closing in on me instead. Sweat and strawberries waft around me when she inches her blood-stained lips toward mine and presses them to my mouth.

Cupping my waist, she pulls me closer. Our bodies press together as she licks at my mouth, coaxing her way in.

Buzz and high meet bad decisions.

My fingers rake through her hair out of sheer pride that I can rock her world, even though I didn’t want her to do this. Yet it’s easy to settle into the kiss because she’s soft and not anything or anyone who’s going to be the demise of my family’s takedown. Blondie moves in perfect tandem with me, our breaths quickly becoming heavy and my body humming with the bass of the music and the way she’s licking at my tongue.

I’ve made out with girls before, found them attractive, and never outwardly called myself out for being straight or bi—we know lesbian is out because I love dick—but I’m open to giving Blondie a go and some girl-on-girl action, when she’s suddenly yanked away from me as soon as my legs clench in need.

Cracking my eyes open, Blondie is gone and unsurprisingly replaced with Reeve. And, since I’m surrounded by assholes with glowers and suggestions about what I should or shouldn’t bedoing, he’s got those mind-blowing hazels gazing down at me with afuck around some more and find outexpression.

“Baby, if you wanted someone to kiss you, I was standing right there.”

I push my lips out because no words fully form in my brain—Blondie can actually kiss—when Reeve fills in the blanks for me.

Fisting my shirt, he drags me into him, showing off a bit of annoyance when he bends over, taunting me all over again with his mouth now.

“I don’t share. Unless I’m fucking involved, got me?”

I bob my head, eyes falling to his lips, and that’s when he uses his powers against me.

I’m not even a next inhale in before they hurl into mine, his mouth prying into my lusted-filled high as he kisses me as though he’s claiming me.

His palm lands on my waist before sliding over to my ass and squeezing the flesh there. My body involuntarily grinds against his from the strength of it, feeling his hard cock protrude and hit the top of my thigh.

I can’t help the moan that forms in my throat. Especially because Reeve hasn’t let go of my shirt, forcing me to remember what he said and that I’m not going anywhere to deny my attraction for him.

He’s everything I could ever want in a guy.

And that alone is hard to swallow when you tack on the fact of who he’s involved with and the power he yields.

Reeve grinds his rigid length against me, giving me another taste of how I make him feel. Reminding me that it’s just best I accept this and move on.

With him.

“McQueen,” Reeve grounds out, his voice a guttural siren of lust and need. “Why do you make it so hard for me?”

His forehead presses into mine, his hot exhales brushing against my lips where I want him again.

“I prefer it hard so you can use it,” I half tease, but I’m so fucking serious. I’m feelingwaytoo damn good to deny him a thing.

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