Forever Golden: Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Cypress Prep Book 3) by Rachel Jonas (beach books TXT) 📕

he’s maybe wondering if I plan to tease him like I’ve done all night, but I answer the question in his eyes a moment later.

By lowering his boxers to his thighs, and then taking him into my mouth.

“Shiiiiit.” It sounds like every ounce of air just left his lungs, only for them to fill again when a breath hisses through his clenched teeth.

His fingers tangle in my hair and I grip his waist, taking him in deeper. When he starts mumbling incoherently, sounding dazed, I take that to mean he’s enjoying this. Seeing as how he’s made me forget what year this is on several occasions, I’m more than eager to return the favor.

“Damn, Southside.”

Hearing him groan those words, I peer up and take in his expression, only to find his obsessive stare already locked on me. He’s enjoying the show, so I give him one. My lips slide down his length like before, but I take him in a little deeper. Then again, and again, and again. Until I sense he’s had about all he can stand if I want him to last.

He’s so hard, and by this point, my own needs are calling so loudly I can’t wait any longer. It’s that insatiable craving that has me on my feet again, stepping out of the expensive dress a moment later.

West strips down too, taking a condom from his pocket before grabbing a clean towel off the rack mounted to the wall. He uses it to cover a chair beside the pool before dropping down into it. I stare with the same obsession I’ve seen in his eyes while impatiently waiting for him to sheathe himself. Then, he guides me down onto his lap, slipping in with ease because I’m so damn wet for him.

A needy groan falls from his lips as I ride him like there’s no chance someone can find us here. Like there aren’t hundreds of kids right down the hall. Yeah, it’s a big risk, but it’d be a lie if I said that doesn’t turn me on even more.

Holding both sides of West’s face, I kiss him slow and deep, riding him to the same rhythm. His thickness has me wanting to come already, but the unhurried pace helps a little.

Very little.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?” he asks, breathing the question over my lips when we finally come up for air.

“Tell me.”

He grips my ass and I grind into him.

“You make me insane,” he confesses. “I’ve thought about murdering every motherfucker I’ve ever caught looking at you.”

I smile a little, but mostly I’m focused on how good his body feels against mine. His hands slip back up to my hips, thrusting himself deep inside me. It can’t be healthy for my heart to be racing this fast, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it, because my heart is his. He controls it.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he confesses. “Ever.”

That word rings inside my head, ricocheting off all the emotional baggage, all the emotional walls I’ve built. The ones that, at times, have made it hard to imagine someone loving me forever.

But I didn’t mishear him. He said ‘ever’.

As in, I’m the last one he ever sees himself with.

As in… I’m enough.

My chest swells with a breath and I can’t help but stare at him, knowing he just meant every word he spoke. There’s this unmistakable sincerity in his eyes that won’t let me believe otherwise.

This moment has us in sync, one’s body moving in tandem with the other’s, until we’re both climaxing and, for me, it’s the most emotionally-charged experience I’ve ever had.

The high slowly subsides, but I still hear that word.

Ever.

It has me looking into West’s eyes again and he doesn’t shy away, because those weren’t just words he threw out in the height of passion. They’re what’s in his heart, what he feels when he looks at me.

I’ve had a lot of titles, been a lot of things to a lot of people, but as the days pass and I get to see more of the man beneath the mask, being West Golden’s girl might possibly be my favorite.

Chapter 21

BLUE

“There. Done.”

I stand back and look at the two suitcases I’ve packed to capacity, feeling like a superhero for having actually gotten this done tonight. Sure, I’m exhausted from the dance and… other activities, but I can always sleep on the plane.

“Good for you, but let the record show that I finished an hour ago,” West gloats through the phone.

I smile and stick out my tongue as if he can see it. “Everyone knows boys only pack a pair of boxers, a stick of deodorant, and one change of clothes. So, if that’s something you’re proud to call a win, then so be it.”

He laughs softly into my ear and I drop down onto the bed.

“Have a good time tonight?” he asks, which causes flashes of our evening to flood my thoughts.

“I had the best time, actually. Thanks for making me feel normal.”

He’s quiet on the other end and now I’m thinking about the pool. Or, more specifically, the words he said to me while we were there.

“I can’t wait for the plane to land,” he says with a sigh. “You’re gonna love the bayou.”

“You don’t have to convince me. I just want to get out of here.”

I hadn’t meant that to be funny, but West laughs again.

“I don’t think any of us can. My family’s gonna love you, though. Just brace yourself to be hugged to death by some of my aunts, and they’ll probably ask you a million questions. If I know my grandfather, he’s planning some kind of gathering for when we first get there.”

The thought of it makes my heart beat just a little faster. “How many people are we talking?”

West chuckles. “We’ll just say a lot, but like I said, they’ll love you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“What’s not to love?” he reasons, which has me grinning like