Page 89 of Bad for Me

Most of the ride was silent, but I watched the lights pass on her face, wanting nothing more than to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight, how happy.

I felt the heaviness of the silence between us, and to lighten the mood, I turned up the radio. My favorite band,Garbage, played, and it was too automatic for me not to sing the chorus.

“Stupid Girl…”

I heard a small giggle pass from her lips, and I looked over at her, smiling but still singing the lyrics. When the song ended, I asked, “Do you like rock music?”

Her hands remained on the steering wheel, and she didn’t look over at me as she said, “A little. I guess I’ve always been more drawn to… lighter music.”

Without realizing it, I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

“What do you mean,of course?!”

I laughed. “I don’t know, you probably listen to Christian rock or some shit.” I winced as the words left my lips. I chewed on my thumbnail, nervous that I’d offended her.

“You really think I listen toChristian rock?”She laughed, and for a moment is sounded childlike, innocent. She was certainly in a good mood tonight. I liked it. “Am I the type to invite asexystudent to my house for a sleepover?”

The air caught in my lungs, and I almost coughed at her blunt statement.

“Maybe…” I smiled.

She reached over, rubbing my thigh and squeezing it. I disguised my big smile and spread my legs wider for her.

“What will you tell your mother?”

“That’s too easy. I’ll tell her I’m staying with Liv or Harper.”

She looked over at me, a sinister look in her eyes. “Good girl.”

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Ava

The way my body responded to hers should be a crime. After everything we’d been through, I should run in the opposite direction.

But here I was, inviting her over to my house, thinking about the million ways that I wanted to lick, suck, and fuck her. I wanted her naked and sprawled in my bed. The need to punish her for the other night at the party had my blood boiling, but in the best way.

Matt was out of town at his parent’s house, and we had the entire place to ourselves.

As I pulled into the driveway, I asked, “Do you want to run home and grab anything?”

She shook her head.Good,I didn’t want her in any clothes.

Mary set down her bag, and before she could even take off her sneakers, I pulled her into my master bedroom.

“Let’s clean up, yeah?”

Mary gave no argument, just peeled off her uniform.

Her eagerness to please me sent tickles up my back and took in her naked body with hungry eyes.

She was tall, curvy, and flecked with freckles. I wanted to kiss every single one of them. Her piercings begged to be pulled and flicked, andfuck,if I didn’t love the way her tattoos made her looknaughty.

My mother always told me if there was trouble around, I’d find it. Mary looked like trouble and I couldn’t wait to dip my fingers in that honey pot.

I pulled her into the custom shower, lined with marble and a detachable shower head that had numerous speed settings and types of jets.

“Come here.”

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