Page 63 of Beautiful Defiance

“They’re a tight family. Huge too. They propagate like rabbits in heat.”

She scrunches her face. “Ugh, the imagery. What will I do without the images you put in my head?”

I’d like to put other dirty images in her head. Ones of us fucking like rabbits. In every position my horny eighteen-year-old mind can come up with.

“Does that mean you forgive and forgot what happened at practice?”

Rolling off my back and onto my stomach, I talk my dick down from its erect pose. It’s uncomfortable as fuck when I’m trying to have a serious talk with Leigh.

“If you promise not to mess with Malice’s face, I will. I’m partial to his face. He’s very handsome. Must be his perpetual scowl.”

“Leigh.” Have I mentioned I hate that fucker and his scowl?

“Promise, Seven.”

Why do I have the gut feeling she’s got something up her sleeve? I give her my promise. We have a shit ton of catching up to do, and this business with Malice is holding up the show. Not to mention, talking about the Sterlings gets me in a foul mood fast.

“Pinky swear.” She crawls to me on her hands and knees and sticks her face near mine.

I reach up and pull down her bottom lip. Run the pad of my thumb over the cut that’s healed.

“What happened, Leigh?”

She tips back and sits with her legs tucked under her ass. “If I tell, I would have to give up someone else’s secret, and I can’t do that. I’m sorry.”

Her words are cryptic and stoke my curiosity.

“Don’t ever be. You’ll tell when you’re ready for my help.”

“I’ll never—”

Done with her defiance, I shove the textbooks off the bed, shove her back, and then flip her on her stomach. My hands toy with her waistband.

“Seven, what are you doing?” She glances at me over her shoulder. Watches as I slide my finger inside her waistband and caress her skin from hip to hip. Her eyes flutter closed. Long lashes sweep over smooth tan skin. Her lips part.

“Seven.”

Fuck, I’m hard.

“Scared?”

“Of you? Never.”

Good. I tug at the waistband. “Yes or no, Leigh?”

She drops her head onto the pillow. Her answer is muffled.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes. Jesus, Seven.”

“Lift your hips, baby.”

She does. I take off her yoga pants and palm her ass through her Captain America underwear. She trembles. I coast my fingers down her bare legs.

She kicks them up and down and nearly nails me in the family jewels. It’d be worth getting kicked in the balls ’cause when she did the scissor motion with her legs, she gave me a glimpse of how wet she is. Leigh is so wet, her underwear clings to her pussy.

I bite down on my knuckles and groan.

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