Page 64 of Beautiful Defiance

“Crap, did I kick you in the balls?”

“You mean my very blue balls?”

Since those corner mouth kisses of ours, all I think about is kissing up and down Leigh’s body and having her put her mouth on other parts of me. I would go down on her in a heartbeat. Eat out her pussy for hours if she asked it of me. Her giving me blow? I’ll always leave that in her hands. I would never force or pressure a girl for blow, a hand job, or sex.

“Is it that bad?”

“Since our kiss,” I admit.

“Should we stop?”

“Hell no!”

Low laughter from her.

“Don’t blue balls hurt?”

“I can get off using my hand.” The tips of my ears heat. I’ve never told a girl that. Or admit to one that she gives me blue balls from her kisses alone. Then again, no girl’s affected me like Leigh has, including Meisa.

“Don’t guys just ask for a BJ from a willing girl? You do have your fair share of them. I doubt any of them would’ve settled for a dumb kiss on the side of the mouth.”

And that there is what sets her apart from the other girls.

“Leigh, I don’t want to talk about my junk or other girls.” I slide my hand down her leg and touch the faded cut. “Must’ve hurt backing into the barbed wire fencing.”

“Like a mother,” she says. “How’d you guess?”

“I spotted it next to the damn tree. I should put an inflatable mattress under my window in case you fall out of the tree after burglarizing my room.”

“Doubtful. I never mess up.”

“Take that back,” I growl.

“Why?”

“Never say never. You should know better.”

“Or else what, Seven Shanahan?”

“You’ll fall out of the goddamn tree, that’s what.”

“Stop saving my life and I’ll stop ‘borrowing’ your stuff.”

“I’ll always save your life, Leigh. There are no ands, ifs, or buts about it.”

She rolls onto her back and kicks at me. “Study time. It’s the reason you’re here, isn’t it?”

It is, but I cannot get out of my head Leigh falling out of the tree. Maybe I should talk to Dad about having a security system installed on the house. He’s avoided having one put in saying he feels safer without extra eyes and ears on the house. In the meantime, I can call in a tree service and have them cut off the limbs.

Yeah, my dad will love that, coming home to a limbless tree. He’ll think I went nutso and will go after his balls next for cheating on my kindhearted mom. Maybe cheated. The verdict is still out on that one.

With her body half on, half off the bed, Leigh picks up the books and my notebook off the floor.

“Pull me up.” I hear from under her mass of thick hair.

Uh-uh. Not yet. I have a nice view of her ass cheeks poking out from under her underwear. My fingers itch to caress the underside of her tan ass.

“Seven, did you hear me?”

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