Page 20 of Ride or Die
“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I work at sex.” I close my eyes and shake my head vigorously, embarrassment flushing my skin as he chuckles. “I mean six. Tuesdays and Thursdays are regular classes.” I can’t keep my thoughts straight. This guy has me under his spell.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He smiles as he tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes darkening with lust as his thumb traces my bottom lip. My mouth parts for him and my tongue comes out, licking him. His eyes flash with desire as he dips his thumb into my mouth. My tongue twirls around the tip, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches me.
Who am I? Why am I doing these things?
“Fuck,” he groans and removes his thumb from my mouth. This guy has me so riled up that I can’t help myself. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss me. He gives me the cheekiest grin before our lips meet again.
I’m addicted to kissing Colt, and I cannot wait for our date. Maybe then I can taste a little bit more…
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
CHURCH GIRL
LAYLA
This week has been a whirlwind. Not only has school and work been busy as fuck, but now having Colton in my life, it feels like everything is shifting for me. To think, a week ago, how different things were.
For the remainder of the week, Colton drove me to work at 5 a.m., then met me afterwards to go to the library and class. He even drove me home and studied with me at night a couple of times. We’ve been getting looks on campus as we’ve been seen together more, but so far we haven’t done anything social in The Shores.
He has respected me and my lack of physical experience. He hasn’t tried to push anything physical since our rendezvous in the stacks, leaving it to simple goodbye kisses on the cheek and hugs. He has been such a perfect gentleman, which makes it even harder to resist him.
Whatever this is blossoming between us, it’s deepening by the day.
Right now, I’m nervous as all hell. I’m getting ready to go over to Colt’s place to hang out in a garage.
Simone sits on my bed watching me get ready, giving me advice on what to wear, even offering up some of her clothes, but her tastes are not on my level. I opted for a comfortable pink sundress for the unseasonably warm October we are having.
“Isn’t that outfit a little too...church girl for Colton?” she asks, looking at me with pity and disgust. I ignore her awful glare and try to shrug her off. She is not making me feel any better.
“He seems to like me the way I am, so I’ll continue doing what works for me.”
“I can’t believe Colton Hawthorne told you he likes you and asked you out.” She snorts with disbelief. “And the fact he said he’d give up this lifestyle for you? That's fucking crazy. I’ll believe it when I see it.” She looks down at her nails with a jealous expression on her face. She is being such a bitch tonight. Who am I kidding? She’salwaysa bitch.
“Like, you sure he’s not going to do something to publicly humiliate you? I mean, it’s Colton. You’re not really the type of girl he’s into,” she says in a catty tone.
I sigh in frustration. “And neither are you! You haven’t hooked up with him, have you, Simone? Maybe he doesn’t like the desperate slut look,” I snap, and she looks taken aback.Fucking thought so.
But then she scowls at me. “The desperate slut look is the only type of girl he wants, Layla. You’re naive to think you’re any different thanallthe other girls he’s put his dick into.” Her eyes narrow at me and a devilish smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth. The thought of him with other women makes me shudder. She’s trying to get under my skin to make me anxious so I fuck this up.
“Can you stop Simone? Just because I’m not like you and all the other girls doesn’t mean I can’t get a man like Colton. He asked me out and has been hanging out with me all week. Stoptrying to ruin it for me!” I yell. She scoffs at me. I am trying to remain confident, but she is definitely whittling it away from me.
“Whatever, Layla. Don’t come crying to me when he fucks you over and moves on,” she says, leaving my room. I try to ignore the nervous feeling in the pit of my gut telling me to abandon this plan. But regardless of what she says, I feel like this isn’t him playing me. I feel like there is way more here.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I am too naive.
My thoughts wander back to him, wondering what he will wear tonight. Nervous butterflies fill my stomach whenever he crosses my mind, making me blush every time I replay him saying he wants me. We were like two middle schoolers when he dropped me off earlier, smiling stupidly as we said bye over and over before I finally got out of the car.
Smiling to myself, I apply a light layer of makeup and throw on my jean jacket and white chucks to finish my look. I feel pretty, and I hope Colt thinks so too.
Just as I am finishing up, there is a knock at the door, and I hear Simone answer it.
“Hey, Colt,” she says, clearly flirting. I roll my eyes at my promiscuous sister. She’s just upset because she hasn’t had Colt. He has always turned her down. For whatever reason, he never wanted my sister the way everyone else did. And that’s a relief, given I’m going out with him. I doubt I’d consider it if he had ever been with her.
“Uh, hey, Simone. Is Layla ready?” Colton asks cautiously, like he’s uncomfortable being alone with her. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to lure him into fucking her.
“Yeah, she’ll be down in a minute. So when’s the next race? I’d love to drop the flag this time.” My stomach churns, listening to her tone, trying to sound sexy. I can picture her flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder and batting her eyes at him as she talks. To me, it just comes across as desperate.
