Ricochet (Addicted, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

CHAPTER ONE

woah, this book is so much shorterrr.

I want to grow with him. I want to be with him. I want to love Lo without people telling me that our love is too much.

“Sorry,” she says, trying to pull back her hair, but her hands are full: beer in one and a cigarette idly burning between two fingers in the other.

DAISY, YOU'RE 15.

More than anything, I think Daisy just wants to be free.

“I’m not a screamer.” Lo would disagree. My cheeks flush.

I'MDEAD.

“You’re a virgin,” I say, hesitant. Right? The last we talked about this, we played a game on our family’s yacht, and both Daisy and Rose said their V-cards were still intact. She takes a step forward, her boots hitting the ledge. Whaaa… “You’re lying,” I say with huge, round eyes. When the hell did she lose her virginity? To whom?!

GIRL IS PREPARING FOR RYKE. IMSCREAMING.

“No one is as smart as Rose.” Except maybe Connor Cobalt.

my parents !!

“Daisy begged me to come to this house party. She gave me these big green doe eyes. You have not been inflicted by Daisy’s doe eyes, so you can’t judge.

he will soon..... ;')

“Ryke texted me.”

“You think he likes me or something?” “…I don’t know, Dais. He’s twenty-two, and he’s not the kind of guy that would hit on a fifteen-year-old.”

so........ well....

I cannot have her thinking she has a chance with him.

she definitely does!

“Lily!” Yes. “LILY!” The door bangs with an angry sound. No.

RYKE OMG.

“I’ve seen enough pictures,” he tells me. “Tall. Really fucking tall. Your green eyes. The Calloway brown hair. Too skinny and no boobs. About right?”

alright ryke. alright now. WHAT IS IT WITH THESE MEN BULLYING THE GIRLS THEY LITERALLY WANT.

“She’s fifteen,” I say roughly. He shrugs. “Maybe she’ll get boobs then.”

HE'S STUPID. IMCRYING.

Ryke inspects her with his usual fierce look, eyes flitting from her face to her Solo cup.

that's your future girl.

“Are you my father?” she asks with the quirk of her head, her casual tone subtly biting. “I don’t think you are.” “Why ask me a question that you’re going to fucking answer?” he snaps at her, not backing down even though she’s my sister and a teenager. Why does he have to be so confrontational? Lo would have ignored her. I think. “It was rhetorical. Do you know what that means?” she asks. “It’s a question that’s said in order to make a point. A figure of speech.” My eyes bug. Wow, she’s hostile. Must have something to do with our conversation about being treated older and then younger. Why else would she go off on him? “I didn’t know,” he says with the tilt of his head. “Do you know what that is? Sarcasm.” He edges in her face a little. Taller than her by about four or five inches. She raises her chin, holding her own. “You’re hilarious,” she deadpans. His eyebrow arches. “I guess you do know what sarcasm is then.”

OH??? THEY HAVE BANTER.

His lips find her ear, and I hear him say, “This isn’t your fucking fight, Daisy. Let it go.”

RYKEEE. WHISPERING IN HER EAR.

“Daisy.” Ryke’s hard eyes narrow, and he taps her face lightly. “Daisy, look at me.” Nothing. He pinches her cheeks together and shakes her head a little. She’s out of it.

THE START OF RAISY. OMG.

“I don’t understand. She had a beer and one glass of punch.”

she definitely got drugged. that black-haired kid spiked her drink.

His jaw hardens to stone. “Who poured her punch?” My mouth slowly falls. “You think someone drugged her?” “I know someone fucking drugged her.”

PROTECTIVE RYKE!!!!

approach his Infinity

HE HAS AN INFINITYYY.

Her eyes rise to meet Ryke’s. He keeps one hand firmly on the steering wheel, his fingers clenched around it as he stares down at her. After a long moment of the two of them just fucking staring at each other, Ryke asks, “You going to puke?” She blinks heavily and says, “No.”

THE TENSION IS INSANE.

“What are you doing?” I gape at him. “She was being sarcastic,” he tells me. I frown. That did not sound like sarcasm.

HE CAN JUST UNDERSTAND HERRR.

I grab her shoulders to keep her on my lap, and Ryke kneels in front of her. He lifts her chin up with two fingers. “Daisy, look at me.” He snaps his fingers near her eyes.

UGH. RYKE.

“You’ve been a very bad girl. Leaving here will be very, very simple if you cooperate. Just take this right here…” He motioned to his dick, and she grabbed it, her eyes big and innocent. “Put it in your mouth and fuck it. Can you do that for me?”

oh nah.....

“No. I find it infuriating.” His lips quirk in a smile. “Just like me?”

Rose stares at the ceiling like oh my God. “You want to know how many times a day I question why I’m with you?” “Five times.” “A hundred.” “If you told me you were going to exaggerate, I would have picked that, but I thought we were being realistic here, hun.”

CONNOR.

She makes a small motion with her head to Connor. Did she not want him over here anymore? But then I see Connor and he’s—no lie—grinning from ear to ear, as though he won the Academic Bowl Tournament against Princeton, Rose’s college (and now mine).

Rose and Connor broke up five times in December. I’m suspecting that number to double in January. They both call it quits and then they’ll reunite in a couple days. It’s as cute as it is exhausting.

Connor looks equally unaffected. God, they ooze confidence. He chimes in, “Fingering, dildos, vibrators, head, anal, doggy style⁠—” “She gets it,” Rose snaps. He grins back, and I swear they have another “moment”—Rose looking like she wants to rip his face off, and Connor looking like he wants to kiss her for it. So weird.

they're so UGH.

“Some idiot boy gave you a wedgie, didn’t he? Give me his name; I want to talk to him.”

protective connor omg.

I chime in, “Yeah, because she’s already castrated most of them.” Connor lets out a laugh, and I swear, he’s about ready to drop on one knee and propose. He licks his lips to hide his growing pleasure.

I LITERALLY LOVE CONNOR HOLY.

“I ignored them, and then they said, ‘Hey, your anus is bleeding.’” Connor frowns. “I started my period that day.” I grimace at her pained memory. Those things stay with someone forever. Even if they seem small and insignificant, childhood stories like Rose’s are the ones that last a lifetime. “Give me their names.” Connor motions to her with two fingers as he takes out his phone and opens the note app.

GIVINGGGG.

“Grab tight, love.”

okay, aaron warner vibes!

His eyes meet mine, and they don’t break away, not as he leans in and puts his mouth around my toe.

bro what. IMDEAD???? he's sucking on her TOE right now.

“Did he tell you that I broke up with him?”

WHY DO MY PARENTS KEEP BREAKING UP.

“Yeah, but you two break up in strange ways. Last month, I heard Connor say something like, ‘Sadie never disagrees with me.’ And you said, ‘If you want a doormat for a girlfriend, then your cat is perfect. Have a happy life together.’ Then you slammed the door to your bedroom, and he stormed out of the house, smiling.”

HE'S SO UGH!!!?!! I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIS GRIN WHENEVER SHE YELLS AT HIM.

“I heard your boy was out of town. I thought I’d check up on you, make sure you were safe and doing okay.” I glare. “I’m fine.” He nods, his eyes skimming the length of me. Thank God, my body stops at the edge of the table.

ew?? she's fine, now go.

And I think me and you—we have unfinished business.”

no, WE do not.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I immediately blurt. His eyebrow quirks and I realize that might not have been the “unfinished business” he had in mind. And then he says, “We’ll see.”

oh hell no??

Daisy butts in. “Hey, back off. She has a boyfriend.” Aaron snorts and says to Daisy, “Do I look like I give a shit?” “I do,” a new voice enters. And this time, I internally cheer at the sound of Ryke’s deep, threatening tone.

PERIODDDD. DAISYRYKE PROTECTING LILY.

No. I need you to come to the event. Rose isn’t doing so well.

THE WAY I SMILED AS SOON AS I SAW CONNOR'S NAME.

“She’s not used to letting someone else help her.” “I don’t think any of you Calloway girls are,”

“Promise me that you won’t run away from her,” I say in a sharp breath. “Even if she pushes you away⁠—” “I won’t let her go,”

AWHH :')

“This looks so fucking good,” he teases her. “So moist.” Okay, I know he says that I always think sexual thoughts. But that was sexual. Moist is a gross word, and I’m a sex addict. He’s definitely trying to ruffle her. I don’t approve of his methods.

IMDEAD.

I think my youngest sister is made of armor—kind of like him.

He licks the rim of the spoon and then sucks the cake off it, letting out a deep, masculine moan.

HOLY. RYKE, CHILLL.

“Daisy,” he coos, waving his spoon around the air to try to get her to look at him. She barely stirs. He tries a different tactic. He dips two fingers into the gooey chocolate filling. No, I internally scream in my head. He’s not going to… My eyes widen and my mouth falls as his fingers rise to his lips. What the fuck is he doing?!

OHMYGODDD. HOW IS BEING SEXUAL WITH THE CAKE GONNA CONVINCE HER TO EAT IT. if anything, she's gonna eat YOU, ryke.

“Your hips also don’t have to be measured in the morning.” “They can be,” he tells her. “Will you eat the fucking cake if I measure my hips?” “And your ass,” she says. “You want to know the size of my ass?” His brow rises. “Yep.”

THIS IS GIVING. OMG. I CAN'T EVEN ENJOY THIS BECAUSE SHE'S 15.

I swear I hear my father mutter, “That’s my girl.”

i like their dad. he seems nice !!