Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)
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Read between August 5 - August 6, 2024
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Right now, my body composition was almost eighty percent righteous indignation.
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I passed the sign that led into Elmwood, my gaze catching on the text below the town name that was scrawled in nearly illegible white letters: Come for a day, stay for a lifetime.
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I was a five-foot-nothing ball of rage. I ran on plant fuel and sarcasm—even dragging a thousand-pound chain of trauma behind me, I still only weighed about five pounds soaking wet. I knew I was about as intimidating as a bug-eyed chihuahua.
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Looking at Blair Evans was like staring into the sun. Too long, and I was sure he would blind me.
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Blair was a hurricane, a storm, a natural disaster. Beautiful and world-shattering, with the power to rewrite the future and repaint the past.
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If I could just—if I could just pretend—maybe I could get my skin to fit my body again.
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“You’re a fucking badass. Even though you look a bit like a wet rat right now and people say black cats are kinda unlucky. That’s okay. I’m kinda unlucky too.”
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He was so fucking pretty I wanted to crush him like a petal between my fingers.
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The best part about him, however, was his shoes. God. I wanted to lick his boots, marry them, and run off into the sunset.
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God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.
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Did I want to be Richard’s chew toy? Fuck yes. Was it going to happen? Probably not, but a boy could dream.
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The fact he was strong enough to move me around like a Barbie Doll wasn’t lost on me. Or my dick. Down boy.
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Richard was a cocoa wielding, flannel wearing, sex machine who may or may not be undead.
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Either something was seriously wrong with me, or I was in love with Blair Evans.
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“God, Rich. You could kill me and I’d say ‘Thank you.’”
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“Sex and then trauma?”
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could hold you down, speak to you all sweet, and you’d spread those sexy thighs wide open like a pretty little flower.”
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“Motherfucker, promise me you’ll last at least three minutes or I’m cutting you off.” I threatened my dick angrily where it very clearly pressed against the zipper on my jeans.
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Sex, trauma, then questions. “Can I suck your dick?”
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“So you won’t know if I’m horrible or not,” he joked, with a boyish twist to his lips. “Rich, I’m pretty sure you could quite literally bite my dick off and it would still be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
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“If you’re about to take me to a field to play baseball I’m going to throw myself out of this car,” I told him, clearly referencing Twilight. It was a test of sorts, to see if he would get the reference. “Whatever you say, spider-monkey,”
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“You’re so fragile.” Fragile? Motherfucker. “Fuck you, Edward Cullen,”