Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies #2) Read online

  Karma is a bitch, man.

  Shaking my head, I meet Baylor’s gaze. “This was my brother’s bed. He had all the girls in his bed.”

  “Yeah, because Jayden couldn’t get laid,” Jace laughs, and that’s it.

  “Excuse me,” I say to her before hopping over her and landing hard on the floor. Both of the guys look back at me, and when their eyes go wide, it takes everything in me not to laugh. Reaching for my hockey stick, I go to the Xbox, ready to shoot the damn thing through the wall as I say, “Get the fuck out now, or the Xbox gets it.”

  “You wouldn’t,” Jace says, but I can see the uneasiness in his eyes. He isn’t sure if I will or not. But I will.

  “Five…four…” I start, and Markus laughs.

  “Are you seriously counting down? Like we’re kids?”

  “Three…two… I’ll kill it, I will,” I say, pulling the stick back farther.

  “Y’all just go,” Baylor says from the bed. “I really do want to play later.”

  Looking up at me, Jace doesn’t move. “Admit that something is going on.”

  “Get out,” I say sternly. “Now.”

  When he doesn’t move, I shrug and go to shoot the damn thing into the wall, but Jace throws his hands up.

  “Fine! We’re going! Jeez, crybaby,” he yells at me as he gets up, shutting the game off. “God, Baylor, why don’t you get him off so he isn’t so crabby!”

  “Shut your mouth, Jace. I’m warning you,” I advise him in a very low voice.

  Glaring at me, they both walk out of the room, slamming the door shut. Reaching forward, I lock it before laying my stick against the wall.

  “You don’t think they’ll say anything, do you?” Baylor asks as I hop onto the trampoline and into the bed. Crawling over her, I shake my head as I settle in next to her.

  “Not if they value their lives,” I say, hitting play on the remote. My blood pressure is through the roof, and I’ve decided that I’m going to poison their Lucky Charms in the morning. Sucking in a deep, cleansing breath, I let it out slowly as the show starts.

  “Hmm.”

  Looking over at her, my brow rises. “Hmm, what?”

  “I thought, ‘Let’s watch Supernatural’ was code for ‘Let’s have sex,’” she admits shyly and I grin.

  “It is,” I tease back, and she laughs as she shakes her head. “But I was gonna let one episode pass before I put the moves on you.”

  Giggling, she looks toward the TV. “Do you think we’ll make it the whole episode?”

  “I don’t know, wanna bet on it?” I ask playfully, and she looks over at me, her eyes swimming with desire.

  “Yup, you’re going down.”

  I flash her a dirty grin. “In your dreams, sweetheart.”

  She wrinkles her nose at me, and I know it’s because she doesn’t like pet names, but I don’t care. I like the looks she gives me when I say them. They are a mix of contempt and really liking them. She’s just not used to them. Kissing her nose, I lean back against the bed and look toward the TV as the episode starts. When she leans her head on my shoulder, I smile.

  “I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” I tease, and she shrugs, throwing her leg over mine.

  “I don’t,” she answers but doesn’t say any more, and I don’t ask. Her actions speak louder than her words, and it’s killing me not to smother her with my body. Sucking in a breath to calm my need because I am not going to lose to her, I try to concentrate on the episode. But it’s so fucking hard.

  Every movement she makes steals my attention. When she laughs, I can’t breathe. When she slides her hand in my pocket, yeah, I almost come undone. I want to bury myself in her, get lost in her beautiful splendor, but I will outlast this episode.

  When her phone vibrates against my hip, she pulls it out before turning to her back, her head still against my ribs as she reads it. Call me nosy, but I find myself looking at the screen to see that it’s Delanie.

  Delanie: Whatcha doing?

  Baylor: Watching TV.

  Delanie: Boring ho.

  Well, isn’t that a nice way to talk to your friend, not that I have any room to talk. Baylor scoffs as she writes back.

  Baylor: For your information, it’s with Jayden.

  Delanie: SHUT THE HELL UP! ARE YOU NAKED?!

  Baylor: Calm your tits, jeez. No! We are watching TV.

  Delanie: Again, boring ho.

  Baylor: lol. Whatever. I’m cuddling. Can you believe it?

  Delanie: …what? With him?

  Baylor: Yeah. Isn’t that what you do with a guy?

  Delanie: Hold on, I missed something. Are y’all together now?

  I can feel her grinning against my ribs, and for some reason I hold my breath as she types her back.

  Baylor: Yeah. We are.

  Delanie: What the shit! That’s so weird!

  Baylor: Why?

  Delanie: Cuz you don’t date! Are you sure you’re not just hooking up?

  Baylor: Nope, I’m trying the whole relationship thing.

  Delanie: Holy shit! You really like him then?

  Baylor: I do.

  “I do too,” I say suddenly, and she jumps before pressing her phone to her chest.

  Looking up at me, her face turns red as she glares up at me. “Eavesdropping mothereffer, eh?”

  I grin. “Maybe.”

  “I’m pretty sure your momma would frown upon you doing that.”

  “Good thing she isn’t here,” I say, tipping her head back, dropping my mouth so close to hers. “Or she would frown upon this.”

  I then take her mouth with mine before cupping her face in my hand as she kisses me back. When I lick her lips with my tongue, she opens her mouth, allowing me the access I so desperately need. Deepening the kiss, I’m surprised when she comes up on her hands, covering my body with hers. Sliding my hands down her back, I slide them into her sweat pants to cup her bare ass.

  Tearing my mouth from hers, I gasp up at her. “Wicked girl. Where are your panties?”

  Biting into her lip, she shrugs. “I thought you wanted to do it.”

  “Oh, I do,” I say, bringing her mouth back down to mine. “So fucking bad,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her deeply again. As she drops her legs to the sides of my hips, I can feel the heat of her against my jeans, and I’m pretty sure I just died. Gasping against her lips, I lift her tank up and over her head. How did I not notice she didn’t have a bra on? Good thing, though. If I had, I wouldn’t have even started the damn episode.

  Taking her nipple between my lips, I suck her into my mouth as she arches her back, gasping out. The sound is better than hearing a stick against a puck; it’s simply breathtaking. As I give love to the other nipple, her hands lace through my hair and she grinds against my growing cock. It’s so hard it hurts, but I’m always like that when she’s around. Kissing up her chest, I nibble on her neck before tapping her hips. “Sit up so I can get these off.”

  “You’re still dressed,” she mentions as she does what I ask. But when I start tearing off my clothes, she laughs. “Never mind.”

  I chuckle as I hop off the bed, going to my dresser for a condom. Tearing off my jeans and boxers, I leave them on the ground as I jump onto the trampoline, landing next to her. I expect to find her all hot and sexy, but she is sputtering with laughter.

  “What?” I ask, breathless as I drink in her naked body. She has a tattoo on her hip, a little hockey stick with the number 50 on it. I go to lick it, but she says, “Did you not see the way your dick swung around when you hopped on the trampoline?”

  I scoff as I shake my head. “Sorry, I have one thing on my mind,” I say as she giggles while I cover her body with mine.

  “I do too, but it was funny,” she says, breathless as I trail kisses down her belly.

  “Shut up, Moore,” I say, and she snaps her mouth shut, biting her lip as she arches her back, her mound right there for my taking.

  Running my tongue along her tattoo, I ask, �€