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We’re in a fucking grocery store, but all I want to do is pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her.
“Flavored lube? God, it just gets worse. Why would you even need flavored lube?” “Blowjobs. Duh.” “Yeah, but why?”
“Can I not what? Please be more specific, Viv.” Exist? Breathe in my general direction because it turns me on when it shouldn’t?
I have no clue how I’m going to make it through the next hour sitting this close to the man I want to throttle, and bang at the same time.
I’m definitely doing it, and I hope Reese Landry and his stupid grin and even more stupid muscles sees me up there, and I hope that he regrets finding his Playboy Bunny tonight. Actually, I’m going to make him regret it.
Tequila plus me equals bad bitch.
“You did not just throw me over your shoulder!
Maybe it’s the tequila talking. Aka Violet, my drunk alter ego.
“See how easy things can be when you aren’t being a brat?” “Don’t make me kick you, Reese.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. He nods. “Do you need anything else?” Your dick? Preferably balls-deep in me while I ride you? Your tongue inside me? “Nope. I’m good. Thank you, again.”
“You think I don’t want you, Viv? Fuck, I want you so bad I’m losing my goddamn mind. There is nothing more I want in the fucking world than this.”
Do I want her? Fuck yeah, I do. But I’ll wait until she’s sober and there’s no question about what she wants from me. No hesitation. No doubt.
It surprises me that a girl who keeps trying to hide things from everyone keeps giving me the gift of her vulnerability.
Stupid, talented fingers. Stupid muscles. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“What the hell, Reese?” “Fuck. This,” he says, closing the distance between us, grabbing my face between his big hands, and slamming his lips on mine. My protest dies on my tongue as he kisses me like a man possessed.
“Do you fucking see why I’m not going to let you run, Viv? Because if it was a mistake, or if it was wrong, then it wouldn’t fucking feel like this. It wouldn’t feel so goddamn good.”
“Friends with benefits, baby. That’s all I’m asking for.” I reach up and pull his finger from my mouth. “Roommates with benefits. Friends is laying it on a littttttle thick, don’t ya think?”
“I’ve had my tongue on your pussy, babe. I think that makes us friends.” God, his mouth. He’s crude, and Jesus, so fucking sexy.
And now, I’m ruined. Ruined for this girl.
“My favorite thing about you is your mouth, Viv. Why would you ever stop trying to make my dick hard?” I arch my brow in question. “I think there might actually be something wrong with you.”
Damn. This girl just stole my phone, my sister, and my snacks. Why the hell do I like that so much?
“Fuck yeah, it did, Viv. I played that entire game with the taste of your cunt still on my tongue, and seeing you in another man’s jersey? It made me fucking… insane,”
“Because the only fucking jersey you should be wearing is mine, Viv. The only name on your back should be mine.”
“And now you’re angry? That I wore another guy’s jersey?” “Yeah, baby, I’m fucking angry,”
I’m scared of the feelings that are taking root in my heart. Actually, I’m petrified, but I’m also too selfish to walk away. He’s the only place in my life where I feel safe enough to be selfish.
“Viv, baby, you don’t have to—” he starts, but I shake my head. “No, I want to. I need to tell someone… I need to tell you.”
“You are not fucking alone, Viv. Do you hear me? Not anymore,” he says in a breath against my lips, holding my gaze. “We’re roommates, we’re whatever. But at the end of the day, we’re friends, and I care about you way fucking more than I’m supposed to. You are never going to be alone again.”
“I see you, Vivienne. I see you trying to hide yourself from me, from all of our friends. But I’m going to be here, even when you push me away. Even when you hate me for how annoying I am, for threatening those walls you’ve put up. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Even if all you need from me is to be your punching bag. You are not alone.”
Lane: I feel like I need to ask first if this is something I have to keep from Hallie because I don’t like doing that shit. Grant: Dude, what happened to bros before hoes? Reese: Oh shittttt Lane: First of all, my girlfriend and the word hoe better never be used in the same sentence again if you want to remain breathing. Second, doesn’t exist when you’re in a serious relationship.
Lane: Nah, but he can suck yours. While you listen to Taylor Swift
Grant: Just kidding,
I’m starting to think he secretly writes poetry in his spare time and definitely listens to “Cardigan” on repeat while he does it.
He’s always sexy, but in a suit, he’s devastatingly handsome.
“Fucking Christ, you look…breathtaking.”
“I wish I could kiss you right now. I know you probably don’t want me to mess up your makeup, but just know the second you tell me I can, I’m kissing the fuck out of you, Sweet Tart.”
“I can think of several things I want to do to you in the back seat of this limo. You know, back seats seem to be our thing, Sweet Tart.”
Reese laughs. “I’m looking forward to dessert too, but not the cake.” He’s incorrigible,
“Finally, I get you all to myself, Sweet Tart,”
I see you. I see you, Vivienne. I wanted to bring you here tonight so you got to be the one being taken care of for once.
as I sway in his arms, soaking in the feeling of… him. I’m in deep, and I don’t know how to stop it. How is it so hard for me to be vulnerable with everyone else yet so easy with him?
My only sensations are the security of his arms wrapped around me, the feel of his mouth taking mine.
I’m so lost in Reese Landry. Everything about him. He kisses me like I’m the answer he’s been searching for, holding me as if I’m precious to him,
She’s trying to keep up in her heels, and I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her caveman style if it means I can get her there faster.
She’s so beautiful it makes my chest ache.
when I told her she was breathtaking, I meant in the literal sense that seeing her walk out in that dress actually made it hard to breathe. My throat felt tight.
The thing about Viv is that as beautiful as she is on the outside, the inside matches. She’s empathetic, resilient, strong, selfless to a fault. She puts everyone above herself. Their feelings, their happiness. She’s a b...
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but it’s too late. I’m too far gone. I’m falling for her. I’m falling like a lovesick idiot because I know those feelings are one-sided, and I’m firm...
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Fuck yeah. That’s my girl.
“Fuck, Viv. Don’t make my dick hard in front of my sister,”
love seeing her so happy. I’m enjoying this entirely too much.
