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Right when I think the fireworks are about to explode in my head, I hear the door open from the adjoining room. And those fireworks transform into sudden hysteria, and I react on impulse. I pull away at the worst possible moment. Because as soon my mouth leaves his dick. He comes. On my face.
IMSCREAMINGG.
Not when Connor Cobalt stands in the room, closing the door as Daisy tries desperately to wipe it from her face.
BRO GET OUTTT. CONNOR IS A VICTIM. I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING.
Connor raises his brows. “Did she watch those tapes?” He sounds more surprised than affronted. I keep my mouth shut this time, rubbing the cloth along her forehead, concentrating on her. “On accident,” she blurts out. “I tried not to look, I promise.”
I'M TWEAKING OUTTTT. CONNOR DOESN'T EVEN CARE. HE KNOWS THAT TAPE WAS HOT. CONNOR COME HOME.
I look up at him. “I’m glad that you want to talk to me though.” He gives me a confused look. “Why wouldn’t I want to?” My age.
not this again, please. i've rooted for rykedaisy from the start, but actually being in their book..... they're my least fav right now.
He’s already worried about Rose, and now that he’s losing communication with her, he’s becoming a bigger asshole.
:')
“If I were you? You mean if I was screwing an eighteen-year-old girl who’s my brother’s girlfriend’s little sister, whose mother hates me because I’m the spawn of Sara Hale, and whose father dislikes likes me because he’s protective over his youngest, wildest daughter?”
CONNOR OMG. HE HAS ME DEAD.
I back away from my sisters while Lo wraps his arms around Lily. She’s wearing her Wampa cap, a white furry hat that has flaps for her ears. Lo whispers to her, and she blushes bright red.
loren is always teasing her, man. :')
Rose and Connor talk in French. He kisses her forehead, rubbing the back of her neck with tender affection,
Lo says, holding Lily to his chest like she’s a part of him, a piece that had been missing this whole time. He seems happier.
Connor points to me while his lips move fiercely against her ear, and then Rose’s gaze peels off Loren and fixes on me, as though just now noticing my presence. I think she’s about to cry. I’ve never seen Rose cry before. She wipes her teary eyes quickly and nods while Connor keeps talking. His flexed muscles start to relax and then he kisses her forehead.
he always knows how to calm her down omg. my parents :')
Her boobs are totally bigger than mine now. I glance at my breasts. Did mine shrink? Damn. “Are your boobs bigger?” I ask Lily. “Or are mine smaller?”
so....... she's actually pregnant...... so......
How do other eighteen-year-olds solidify their dreams and career paths right before college? How is it possible to know what you’re good at and what you love so young? What if you never find out? What if you spend a lifetime searching with no real answer in the end?
“What? That I shouldn’t be looking at her boobs? It’s not like there’s anything there,” I say the fucking truth, but I realize immediately that it sounds bad. I don’t need a girl to have big breasts in order to love her or find her attractive. None of that matters. Connor arches his brow at me.
BRO. CONNOR IS SO!!!:!!?!! one chance. please.
“It’s leeching all my nutrients!” Lily shouts. And Lo takes off, his walk turning into a sprint.
STOP ITTT. PROTECTIVE LO.
Tears brim her eyes. “Sorry,” she apologizes, wiping the corners. I fucking hate when she says she’s sorry for her feelings—for stupid fucking things that don’t ever need apologies. I stand up and kiss her temple, knowing my brother is consumed with his girlfriend’s wellbeing. And I hold the back of her head and whisper in her ear. “You can cry if it hurts, sweetheart. It doesn’t make you a little girl.”
But I think about Julian. I think about all the other fucking guys she’s been with. All the other women I’ve dated. And I’m certain that’s not how this ends. There’s no way I’m with her out of circumstance. We chose this because nothing else felt right. Nothing else felt as good. Our greatest happiness has always been with each other.
She leans forward and licks gooey marshmallow off her finger. My arousal heightens as she quickly grabs my attention. Her eyes lock on me, and she whispers, “Big bad wolf, are you going to eat me?” You’re a dirty girl, Calloway. My gaze drops to her mouth. “Until you fucking scream.”
He nods to Connor who sips a Fizz Life, a grin at the corners of his lips. He finds his wife fucking amusing—even if she’s half-crazy. “How are you not scared to bite her in bed?” Lo asks. “If you draw blood does she grab a fire poker?” “I’m not a leech,” Connor replies with ease.
the way he didn't deny the biting part. CONNOR COBALT, THE MAN THAT YOU ARE.
“Realism and pessimism are two very different things, but I’d be happy to explain it to you.” She covers his mouth with her hand. “Thank you for defining arrogance. You can keep your other definitions to yourself.” She spins around, dropping her hand. “Now where were we?” She starts passing out the magazine, and Connor’s eyes fall to her ass.
GODDDD. connor doesn't even TRY, and he's so??!!!??
Lily holds her marshmallows over the fire, and a flame engulfs it almost immediately. She shrieks and waves it around, as though that’ll snuff it out. I shake my head at her. “You’re going to fling it in the woods, chill the fuck out.” Last thing we need is to start a forest fire. “It won’t extinguish!” she defends. “Extinguish, you mallow! Extinguish!” She flaps it around some more and tries blowing, but she more or less just spits on the thing. And then from behind her, Lo easily blows out the flame himself, leaving her with a burnt marshmallow.
aww :') lo is quite literally mean to everyone but lily. so cutenesssss.
Daisy smiles wickedly. “Wow, who would have thought—Lo blows better than Lily.”
I GIGGLED.
Daisy acts nonchalant, but her gaze flits all over the forest. Every time she tries to be one step closer to us, someone in our group has a way of pushing her back out. It’s unintentional, I think. But it happens, regardless.
they make inappropriate jokes ALL. THE. TIME. i understand daisy so much omg. she's always been left out.
She’s gorgeous. And she’s mine.
He raises his soda can. “Look, it’s already working. You’re practically a licensed witch....shit, I meant bitch.” He snaps his fingers.
IMSCREAMING. he's getting more creative with these insults.
Connor stands next, snatching a magazine off the towering stack beside Rose. “Oh so now you believe in it?” Rose asks. “I believe in you,” Connor refutes.
AWW.
When his eyes fall to the magazine I see how they change. They sharpen and turn cold. “Another source confirms molestation rumors. Jonathan Hale and Loren Hale continue to deny them. Jonathan’s first son has yet to comment.” No one speaks. An uncomfortable tension blankets our campsite. I wait for Lo to throw the magazine into the fire or curse me out or both. But his eyes remain on the tabloid and his brows furrow as he continues to read silently. He starts shaking his head. “What is it?” Connor asks. “A psychiatrist specializing in sex addiction was interviewed,” Loren reads, “and confirms
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ryke, PLEASE just give your word on the matter. the longer you don't speak on it, the longer lo, and even lily, will suffer.
She cries out as I grind into her. Fuck… I want to hear her again, but I have to stifle her noises. So I cover her mouth with my palm, and I keep grinding against her, my cock throbbing.
The flashlight swings above us. We must have knocked into it, and neither of us attempts to turn it off.
NO. PLEASE TURN IT OFF. I'M SCARED. they'll see you two are awake and open the tent omg.
“Ryke,” she cries. “Shh,” I coo.
THEY'RE INSANE.
Fucking Christ, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.
RYKE, YOU'VE GONE AND RUINED IT. you can't SAY THAT.
I grunt as I force myself not to come yet.
i just realized he's not wearing a condom. hey, so, it's okay for the other couples to do it (lily is already pregnant & connor WANTS children), but YOU. TWO. GO WRAP IT UP. WHAT. HE BETTER PULL OUT.
I push upwards hard, and I come with her, white lights flashing in my vision, my head fucking spinning. I exhale a couple times before I slide out of her.
don't make me mad. you just came inside an 18-year-old. YA'LL DO NOT WANT CHILDREN RIGHT NOW WTH.
I zip open one flap that faces the woods, the moon bathing our tent in a serene glow. I lie back, not closing my eyes. She eases into a peaceful slumber.
well, you better hope they don't wake up before you two or they'll see you both naked in the tent ????
“You are your own anchor, Ryke. When you fail, you hurt yourself more than anyone else. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise?”
She’s only eighteen.
why does he say it like this. it's like a 30-year-old saying, "she's only 10. she doesn't have to worry." NO SHADE. I LIKE RYKE. I JUST HATE HOW THE AGE-STUFF COMES ACROSS.
Rose’s eyes narrow at me and then she takes a larger sip of her coffee too, not backing down. Connor looks like he could fuck her right there.
OKAYYYY.
Ryke is holding one of my ankles, but his hand runs up and down my leg. The friction and mystery of what he’s going to do races my heart. But he won’t… His gentle movements turn rough, and his fingers urgently find the button to my jeans, and he yanks them down, all with one hand. Holy shit.
WHILE HE'S DRIVING????!! HOLY.
Ryke puts his knee on the wheel to steer and he sticks his other hand out the window, flipping them off. Why is that so sexy? His fingers move faster inside of me, driving deeper, up and down. Ahhh! I clutch harder to the roof.
WOAHHH.
Ryke slams on the gas and takes off, leaving them far behind us. His fingers glisten, and he wipes them on the inside of his shirt before passing me my jeans.
interesting. ryke doesn't suck it off his fingers like connor and lo do. he wipes it off....
I shake hands with the sales person, and I step back out into the parking lot.
this just reminded me to never shake hands with strangers. you never know where their hand has been!
He turns off the ignition and kicks out the stand while I’m still on the bike. And then his eyes meet mine, and they start a slow descent down my body, his chest rising in a deep, lustful inhale. I smile. “You want to fuck me?” With that darkness, he says, “I want to fuck you.”
BRO.
And like I weigh nothing, he lifts me up on his shoulders. Not his waist. I smile wide, my legs dangling against his back, and he skillfully kisses the spot between my legs, his hand on my ass, his tongue doing things to a place that loves this new sensation. My head peeks through the cornstalks, able to see the cars whizz by on the street that we abandoned. I tense and my mouth falls as he licks a sensitive spot. I grip his hair, my hands on his head for support.
HELLO???? THE REALIZATION OF THE POSITION HAD MY JAW DROPPING.
Heat gathers on my neck. “Fuck,” I cry. I can feel him smiling.
AAAAUGHH.
He begins to fuck me standing up, his body and strength doing most of the work, thrusting into me while I meet him with my hips a couple times. But really, I can’t keep up with Ryke in this position. He’s stronger and has an easy time forcing me upright and pounding hard against me.
DANG. HE CAN JUST HOLD HER UP LIKE THIS??
“Ryke,” I start again, and my sharp gasps return, piercing cries attached that come in succession. “Ahhh…ahhhh…” Oh God. Oh God. “Dais,” he groans, one of his hands on the back of my head. “Fuck.” Fuck is right. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuckkk.
IT CAN NEVER BE THAT GOOD BRO. I CANNOTT.
He jerks forward, coming inside of me, and I tighten around his cock, clenching over and over, riding a wave to the shore.
girl, both of your sisters are pregnant right now, and at this rate, you'll be joining them!
Do we have a recording of your fucking voice?” “You mean this voice?” I arch my back a little and cry, gasping with the same unraveling pleasure, though there is a slight difference in my fake orgasm and the real one. My voice cuts off shorter every time Ryke takes me hard, and here it’s more drawn out. “Ryke, ahhh…” My chest rises and falls heavily, like I struggle to breathe. He sits on his knees, watching me, and then he hardens, turned on.
FREAKSSS.. OMG.
It’s way too much. Every single nerve is lit up. “I can’t…” I moan. He slows, and his cheek brushes mine as he whispers in my ear, “Yes, you can…you’re going to feel it.”
WHAT.
He must be a god. A sex god.
GARRETT GRAHAM, everything leads me back to you :')
“Make love and make babies.” His brows shoot up. “You already want to make babies with me, Calloway?”
GIRLLLL. LET'S THINK ABOUT THIS, OKAY?
