Page 58 of King Larson

She looks at me in horror. What, she thought I would agree? I know I’m dumb, but notthatdumb. “How could you say that?”

“I’ve dreamt about doing that since the first time I saw you, Leia.” Once again, words are coming out like wildfire. She jumps up from my bed, giving me a view of her body.Man, that body. That body I freaking dream about like a horny teenager. I have to focus; she’s panicking, and that’s not how this was supposed to go. “Can you sit back down?”

“Why’d you have to show me your abs?” she blurts out.

I just look at her because what. The. Hell. “Come again, babe?”

“You took your shirt off. Why? I told you those things are my freaking kryptonite!”

Her distress shouldn’t be making me laugh, but I can’t hold it in. She rolls her eyes and lies back down on the bed.

Sighing, I prop myself on my elbow, looking down at her.

“What’s so bad about this?”

“My birthday is next month, Jake. I’m not even eighteen yet.” She looks down, sad.

I bring her closer to me. “And?”

“Andyou flirt with girls all the time. At parties, at bars. In front of me, Jake.” I flinch at this memory. Yeah, I’m an ass. But that’s me. Jake the ass. “Excuse me if I find it hard to believe that King Larson freaking went down on me and wants me at the same time,” she mumbles. The way she sayswent downmakes me chuckle again, but I need to get a hold of myself. I might be losing her.

“I know, and you have every right to hate me. It’s just...seeing you with Nick got to me more than it should. But I like you, okay?”

She sighs as she turns to look at me. I just stare back, hoping she sees it. Seessomething. “I could never hate you, Jake. I just hate that you do things like that. Flaunt girls in my face purposely.”

It’s almost as if she slapped me. “Babe, I would never do that shit purposely. I didn’t even know you noticed. Especially with that prick—”

Her smile gives me pause. She slowly slides into my lap, making me swallow. She nestles in, and my body reacts. Why is my heart beating so fast?

“Is King Larson jealous?”

King Larson. The hottest thing she’s ever called me.

“King Larson doesn’t like to see the girl he likes making a play for another guy.”

She pulls me closer as she puts her arms around my neck. “What does King Larson want exactly?”

She’s fucking with me. She wants to play? I can play.

“For her to trust him,” I whisper.

Her face becomes serious. “Why does he like to act like an ass?”

I don’t have an answer for that. Not a good one, anyway.

“Because heisone. And he is so fucking sorry. And wishes she would get used to him going down on her now and then.”

Her shocked face is priceless. She opens her mouth to say something, but I shut her up by crushing mine against her. One of us lets out a moan as I lie back on the bed, carrying her with me.

“You taste good,” I mumble against her lips. Like apples and cherries.

“So do you,” she mumbles back.

“Stay over tonight,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I have practice, Larson,” she warns.

I nibble on her, and she moans. “So? I can pick you up afterwards.”

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