Page 53 of Unspoken Truths

God, it’s almost too slow, she’s torturing me. Whimpering, I slant her head to the side, begging her to open her mouth. Rachelle is such a good girl, doing exactly that, her hands moving up my open jacket to squeeze my breasts harder than I’d expect.

“Yes,” I gasp, ripping my lips away from her. “I wish we were farther up the trail after that. Please don’t stop.”

“Feel good?” she whispers, her eyes searching mine.

“Yes. I like it kind of rough like that,” I admit, biting my lip as I wait for her response.

“Okay,” Rachelle murmurs, moving to kiss me again. I’m usually the one that initiates, and I sigh against her lips as she unbuttons my shirt enough to fit one of her small hands inside, squeezing and rolling my nipple between her fingers.

My body feels like it’s on fire in the best ways, and my hands move to her legs, following her suspender tights to squeeze her plump ass. I love being able to touch her like this, her hips rocking over me as she moans.

“Your skin is so soft,” I whisper against her lips, softening my kiss. We’re going to need to go soon, which means I can’t enjoy her the way I want.

“You feel so good,” she sighs, leaning her forehead against mine. “I feel really warm and kind of needy.”

“Mmm, good girl. I’ll have to take care of that with my face in between your thighs while you read me something smutty,” I whisper.

Rachelle’s beautiful blue-green eyes widen, making me smile wide. “You want to do that?” she gasps.

“I really do. All I can think about is kissing and licking your pussy, baby,” I confess.

“Have you ever… I’m hoping at least one of us has some experience at this,” she says with a giggle that makes everything clench inside of me.

This girl is going to make me fall so damn hard for her. I can already tell.

“Once, at a party,” I admit to her. “She was a junior, and we were both really tipsy at the beginning of the year. The girl ghosted me after.”

“That’s rude,” she murmurs. “I promise not to ghost you.”

The cheeky little brat says it with a straight face until I tickle her behind her thighs, her shrieks echoing around us. Her arms move around my back as she buries her face in my throat, squirming.

“Ah! Liliana!” she yells, laughing. “Please!”

“Fine,” I murmur. “I’m glad you won’t ghost me. We should get to school.”

Fixing my shirt and buttoning my jacket so it lays properly, I help Rachelle stand up. Following her, I start walking back toward the trail.

“It’s so pretty here,” she murmurs as she looks up at the tall trees. Douglas firs tower over our heads, standing majestically.

Portland is so much more than rainy days and cold weather, and I want her to experience it all.

“It really is,” I murmur, gazing at her before looking away so she won’t realize what I really mean. “We can explore more another day if you want.”

“Yes, please,” she says, her lips puffy from being kissed.

Anyone who looks at her will know how she’s spent part of her morning, and I don’t even care. Rachelle looks happy and relaxed, all I can hope for is that the rest of the day is this good.

Everything about the way the Kings are acting says that they’re ramping up their taunts and mistreatments toward Rachelle, and I want to cut them off at the knees.

“Want to crash Elijah’s party with me?” I ask her. “Wear something sexy, dance all night, and see where it goes?”

Grinning, Rachelle nods. “I’d love to,” she says.

The trust in her eyes makes my heart beat harder, knowing this isn’t something she does. Rachelle kept holding herself back until the cutting incident. I know it’s fast, but sometimes that’s what happens when you’re around each other all the time.

Maybe I can convince her to spend the night with me this weekend. Every time I have to leave her house, it gets even harder to go.

CHAPTER10

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