A Dose of Pretty Poison (Pretty Poison Trilogy #1)

by Kelsey Clayton

“One of you better start explaining, or I swear to God, I’ll make everything with a vagina from here to California think you have more STDs than a brothel during a condom shortage.”

“I want you, okay? When you’re around, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. And when we’re alone together, I lack even the most basic fundamentals of self-control.” He takes a step closer and puts his hands on the counter in front of me. “But no matter how crazy you make me, at the end of the day, you’re still my best friend’s little sister. We can’t cross that line.” Forcing myself to look away from him, I roll my eyes. “Oh, fuck off.” His brows raise in surprise as an involuntary laugh slips from his mouth. “Excuse me?” “No. You’re not excused,” I sneer. “You can take your moral compass and your shitty excuses and shove them up your ass because that line you claim we can’t cross? You obliterated it the moment you sucked my cum off your fingers.”

The sound of sticks cracking catches my attention, and I break the kiss for a second. Laiken whimpers, lifting her head to try to reconnect our mouths, but that’s not going to happen. Not when there are two cops standing ten feet away from us. “All right,” the one says. “Show us your hands.” Laiken whines, not thinking clearly from being wrapped up in her impending orgasm. “Does he have to? It’s a little occupied at the moment.” Unable to help myself, I drop my head onto her shoulder and laugh. “Babe, it’s the cops.” “Oh,” she says, her mouth forming into a circle. “Well, shit.” Slowly and carefully, I slip my hand from her shorts and the two of us stand up. Laiken looks away as she spots the two officers, but I have nothing to be ashamed of. If they had someone who looks like her, they wouldn’t be able to get enough either. She’s the best kind of drug. “What can we do for you, officers?” They share a glance at each other. “Well, for starters, you’re on private property.” Laiken feigns innocence. “Are we really? Wow. I’m so sorry about that. We’ll see ourselves out right now.” She starts walking toward my truck when one of the cops stops her with his hand on her arm. “Not so fast. Let me see your ID.” He nods toward me. “You too, son.” I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and hand over my license, while Laiken puts her hands on her hips. “Look at me. What makes you think I have my ID on me?” Smirking, my eyes rake over her, and I realize she has a point. The girl is in a...

As he pulls out into the traffic all waiting to leave, he looks over at me. “He still wants you.” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. “He’s gay!” “Yeah, okay,” he says sarcastically. “And I’m becoming a monk.” “Are you?” I tease. “That’s great. I’m sure your mom will be really proud of you.” Turning to look at him, I smirk deviously. “Though, I guess that means I can’t give you road head on the way home.” And the way his head whips over in my direction and he almost rear-ends the car in front of us has me laughing until my stomach hurts.