Never His Girl: Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Cypress Pointe Book 2)

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The air is clear, and we have no more secrets.

As we relax together on my bed, there’s a quietness to this moment between West and me, but I wouldn’t classify it as awkward. And oddly enough, I’m not even thinking about sex anymore.

Only him.

Only us.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The statement’s so perfectly random it makes me laugh. “Tonight? I can’t leave Scar.”

“No, in a few weeks,” he clarifies. “Been thinking about visiting my grandfather in Louisiana for Christmas and, if you don’t have plans… I want you to come with me.”

Once again, he’s left me unsure of what to say next. Mostly, because meeting his extended family sounds like kind of a big deal.

“I can’t leave my sister. Especially not on a holiday. I—”

“Bring her,” he cuts in, surprising me with the excitement in his voice. “As a matter of fact, bring whoever the fuck you want. Dane and Sterling will go if I go. You can invite your one friend with the red hair—”

“Jules?”

He nods. “Yeah, her. And even Rodriguez if you want. My family has a lot of property down there, plenty of space. I’ll just let my grandfather know we’re coming down and he’ll take care of everything else.”

He looks so hopeful, thrilled just at the thought of me saying yes. I glance up at the door, thinking I might get a little pushback from a certain pink-haired fireball if I agree to this.

“She’ll hate me if I make her leave Shane.”

West smiles. “I have four cousins I know wouldn’t mind showing her around the parish. Trust me, they’ll make sure she forgets all about missing Shane.”

Something about the way he says that has me laughing. “If these cousins are anything like you, I don’t want my sister anywhere near them.”

His fingers dig into my side with the insult and I yelp.

“Sorry!” I scream. “Please! Stop!”

It’s impossible to get away, especially laughing so hard tears are coming from my eyes.

“Take that shit back and I’ll think about it,” he rasps.

“Okay! I take it back! I take it back! You’re an angel.”

After a few seconds, his fingers go still and I slam my fist to his solid chest in return, positive that just hurt me far worse than it hurt him.

“Dick,” I say with a smile. One that doesn’t match my harsh tone.

“That a request or an insult?” he asks as his brow shoots up.

He’s teasing, but now he has me thinking about it again, fucking him.

Shit, that was easy.

I kiss him once and then stare at his eyes when he opens them. Heartbreaker green no longer seems like the fitting phrase to describe the beautiful emerald color staring back at me. Because the last thing I think he’s capable of doing is breaking my heart.

“So, are we bailing on Cypress Pointe for Christmas or not?” he asks. “I’m not leaving if you aren’t coming with me.”

Those words hit me right in the center of my chest, hearing that he won’t even consider leaving town if we aren’t going together.

“And you’re sure it’s okay for Scar to come? Your grandfather won’t mind us crowding him over the holiday?”

“He loves having guests,” West insists. “And believe me, when you see the size of his house, you won’t be so worried about crowding him.”

“Wait. Is this your dad’s dad or—”

“Nope, Mom’s. My dad’s never met his father, so we’re safe there,” he adds with a laugh.

I search his stare again, seeing that hopefulness still beaming in his eyes.

“Then, I guess we’re spending Christmas together.”

That killer smile of his makes it super clear I’ve just made the right decision. Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier than he is right now.

I lower my lips to his and this kiss is deeper, drawing a groan from West. It vibrates within his chest, causing mine to rumble as well. His arms tighten around me and I can’t break free even if I wanted to. But, honestly, who the hell would ever want that?

Straddling his waist, I can feel him getting hard beneath me, where I have him locked tight between my thighs. I grind against his dick and the movement draws more of his deep breaths. Another roll of my hips has his hands slowly leaving my back, lowering until he’s gripping my ass through my sweats.

“I need to fuck you. Bad,” he growls against my ear.

I’m reminded of how we had to cut things short at school, reminded of how screwing him has been all I’ve thought about since.

“But Scar and Shane will hear,” I reason, breathless as I try to convince myself what a bad idea this would be.

“Then don’t fucking scream,” he teases, making me laugh against his lips.

“I’ll try.”

His eyes don’t leave me when I hop up to lock the door. Then, flashing another wicked grin, he’s off the bed, too, removing his shirt before he stops to watch me strip out of what little I have on. After that, I’m the one who’s staring. Well, gawking is more like it, as he takes a condom from his pocket and then undoes his belt and jeans. The packaging hits the floor, then he rolls the latex onto his dick with one hand. My heart’s racing and I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him right now.

More than I want… that right now.

Damn, West.

He pushes his jeans and boxers down the rest of the way, and then steps out of them completely. There’s impatience in his eyes when they meet mine. It’s enough that I don’t make him wait, climbing on top of my bed again.

“Stay just like that,” he commands.

I do as I’m told, breathing wildly while I wait for him, on my hands and knees. He approaches slowly and the mattress sinks beneath his weight. My hips warm when he grips them from behind. Then, without any warning, he enters me rough.

“Shit!”

I’ve already failed. We’re supposed to be quiet. With any luck, the TV in the living room is loud enough that my voice wasn’t just heard, but I’m doubtful.

Behind me, West breathes a quiet laugh when I cry out a second time. “You good, Southside?” he asks, going even deeper.

“Just… shut the fuck up,” I say back, mouthing off as an attempt to save face.

Each breath puffing from my lips is in sync with his powerful thrusts, and he’s relentless. But this is how I like it. I want to feel it all and he makes sure of that.

Using the tight hold he has on my hips, he repeatedly draws me backwards toward him, making my body slam against his until I’m so, so close to climaxing. It’s clear how much I suck at keeping my voice down when I’m with him, so I reach across my bed for a pillow. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by West. I guess as much when he lets out another soft laugh as I lower onto my elbows to bury my face in the soft fabric. Hopefully, it’ll be enough to keep my loud-ass screaming from giving us away.

It becomes clear that grabbing the pillow was definitely a good call, when I all but forget we’re not the only ones in the house. Not even ten seconds pass before he has me coming so hard I’m out of my own damn head. The disconnect from reality only intensifies when West’s breathing deepens, and his lengthy fingers press into my flesh.

“Fuuuck,” he rasps through gritted teeth, marking the moment of his own release.

I’m sure I should’ve blasted the radio to cover the noise, because there’s no way we’re being quiet, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

West’s hold on my hips loosens, but I don’t move. He collapses beside me, placing his hand lazily on my back, still panting. I turn my head just enough to see him, enough to see that he’s smiling, which prompts me to roll my eyes.

“So, that was you being quiet?” he asks.

“Shut up, West. Don’t even start with me.”

“That was a valid fucking question! Just curious if that was what you consider quiet. For future reference.”

I punch his shoulder, but not nearly as hard as I hit him in gym the other week. He responds by locking me in his arms and drawing me against his chest while I laugh. I even pretend to struggle to break free, but don’t actually want to be let go.

Maybe not ever.

There’s no denying how, every single day, we’re closer than the last, trusting one another more than the day before. My chest tightens and I’m overcome with a feeling that can only be summed up with one word, but I’m terrified to even think it. Let alone, say it out loud.

What if it’s too soon?

What if he doesn’t feel the same?

What if…

“I’m in love with you.”

My head tilts back until I’m staring into West’s eyes. The phrase that just fell from his lips lingers in the air between us, because… I swear he took the words right out of my mouth.

My lips touch his for only a moment before I climb on top of him, letting my body melt onto his. Warmth from his hands seeps through my skin where he holds me and I could lay with him like this forever, never getting tired of it because, well…

I’m in love with him too.