Bad Boy Blues (St. Mary’s Rebels, #0)

by Saffron A. Kent

Something about that and his finger on my waist that has escalated from strumming my skin to almost scratching and digging into my flesh, makes me undulate against him and realize what he’s talking about. I gasp at that realization and he smirks slightly. His dick. That’s what he meant, didn’t he? He shut her up with his dick. And I feel it pressed against me so tightly, that big, heated thing. Before I can say anything to that, Zach lowers his chest onto me. My eyes flutter closed before opening and focusing on his. “What’s the blue in your eyes?” he asks, shutting up all my questions. His fingers curl up in my strands. “It’s different than your hair.” My entire scalp tingles. “T-turquoise.” “Like the ocean.” “Yes.” “That was the first thing I saw. After I got out of here. The ocean,” he tells me, sounding almost wistful. “Reminded me of your eyes. Reminded me I was free for the first time ever.”