Page 25 of Pretty Girls Never Lie (St. Mary’s)

Isla

There’s a faint touch against my skin that feels good but tickles at the same time.

A chill breaks out along my flesh, and my eyelashes flutter before my eyes, and I realize I’m in Brantley’s room. His warm mouth presses against my neck, and it doesn’t take long for my breathing to accelerate.

“Spread your legs,” he whispers in my ear before biting down on my lobe and giving it a little tug.

His mouth is so hot, and I do as he says. I have no idea how we found ourselves tangled up in one another like this again, but I think we’re both too caught up in each other to put a stop to it.

“What if I say no?” I tease with a sleepy voice.

A tiny smile curves onto my face when Brantley pauses and looks down at me. His fingers grip my shirt, and the fabric is taut with tension. His hair is messy in an adorably hot way, and when his tongue jolts out to lick his lips, I have zero regrets about showing up at his dooragain.

“I dare you.” Brantley raises an eyebrow, and I laugh.

The tight hold on my T-shirt loosens, and my smile fades.

“Do that again,” he urges, looking at me like he’s seen a ghost.

“Do what?” I hesitate.

“This.” Brantley pokes my side, and I squeal. I try to scramble off his bed, but he climbs on top of me and does it again and again until I’m full-on laughing through choppy breaths.

“Brantley! What are you doing?” I laugh again when I try slapping his hands away.

I’m out of breath by the time he stops, and his smile is so genuine it hurts my chest.

“I could get used to that.” Brantley is suddenly serious again.

“Get used to what?” My legs open when Brantley’s hips tilt toward mine. Our laughter is gone, and his tickles are replaced with subtle, lustful touches.

“Hearing you laugh in my bed.” His fingers are in my panties, and it takes less than a minute to get me so worked up I’m panting. I shut my eyes, and my head falls back when he enters me, and it’s just as breathtaking as the other times he’s touched me.

It’s like he can’t get enough of me, but I can’t get enough of him either. Time is nonexistent when I’m with him. It’s only been a few days since he caught me coming back to the school after seeing Zachary, but it feels like I’ve known him all my life. With Brantley, there’s so muchmoreinvolved. We have some insane connection, and maybe it’s from that night so long ago, when he risked his life to save mine, or maybe it’s just fate, but whatever it is, I’m terrified it’s going to be ripped away from me.

“Look at me.” My eyes open, and I stare into Brantley’s as he works my body to the brink. Sweat forms on his hairline and falls to my body. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages.

My body reacts to his words, and the confidence flows off him effortlessly. “You like when I call you baby?”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and he shakes his head while picking up the pace. “Don’t shy away. It’s just me.”

“I barely know you.” I gasp when his thumb grazes my clit.

“You know me better than anyone,” he admits. “Trust me.”

My eyes shut when I orgasm quickly. Brantley curses under his breath when he pulls out of me, but before he can spill onto my stomach, I hurriedly sit up and grip him.

“Wh–”

I shove his hand off his dick and replace it with my mouth.

“Fuck.” Brantley’s hand grabs the back of my head, and he thrusts twice into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I wince, but then he’s coming, and I’m swallowing quickly as he thrusts his hips.

As soon as he’s done, I slowly pull him out of my mouth. He’s staring down at me with a look so heated I’m unable to do anything except take the back of my hand and wipe it over my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. “I’ve never seen a hotter fucking image in my life.”

I smile timidly when he grabs my chin and rubs his thumb against my bottom lip before picking me up and taking us both to the shower.

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