Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(60)

So now it was either start the lonely walk back to the party or follow Pres.

Like I even needed a second to decide.

And I was so pissed at myself for the decision.

As I went after Pres, I tried to come up with a new plan. Something to get to him.

Or better yet…

“What do you three want with me?” I asked.

Pres laughed.

Laughed.

Like a really long laugh.

Like I just finally came up with the best reason why the fucking chicken crossed the fucking road.

But there was no chicken. There was no road.

Just this sexy, rich prick and the ocean.

Driving my mind, my heart, and my body crazy.

“Answer me,” I said. “Or else I’ll get the screwdriver.”

He laughed again.

“I fucking hate you,” I screamed. “I hate all three of you. And you know what? I’m out of here soon. You asked me to stay and I did. But maybe you’re right, Pres. Maybe I don’t need my mother’s shit. She’s the only reason I’m here. So I’ll just leave. Go back to my shitty apartment. With the cockroaches and the bad smells. And you can go back to Barr and Kip and tell them you convinced me to leave.”

That at least got Pres to stop.

He touched my chin again.

“That’s what you want, sugar? To go play with some cockroaches?”

“What’s the difference between the cockroaches in my apartments and the ones in BFH? I mean, sure, they’re taller, hotter, and smell nicer… but they’re all the same.”

I reached up and ripped Pres’s hand off my face.

I left him in the dust - the sand - again, feeling really good about it.

Like… really good.

Even if he still hadn’t answered my question.

My phone buzzed and I looked.

Texts from Iris, Gi, and Beth.

“Shit,” I whispered. “Beth…”

She had gone to get me water and I disappeared.

I stopped and started to text Beth back when a hand covered my phone and took it away from me.

“Mine,” Pres said.

I turned and faced him.

“Take it,” I said. “I’ll get a new one.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said.

“What?”

Pres stuffed my phone into his pocket and grabbed my face. Hands to my cheeks. Pulling me close to him.

“I meant you, sugar,” he whispered. “Mine.”





His lips brushed by mine like a quick hey, how are you doing, goodbye kind of thing. I kissed the salty air and realized how much noise I made with the kiss, thinking I was getting my shot at Pres’s lips.

When he came back again, our lips touched for real and stayed there.

Of course I froze in place like I was a statue.

Pres slid his hands from my face but left his right hand to linger, holding my chin like he always seemed to do.

He closed his lips, pulled back, and stared at me.

Another kiss came my way, this time with more passion.

I groaned in my throat, ready to collapse right there in the sand.

I had officially kissed all three of the Rulz. The guys I wasn’t supposed to kiss. Or go near. Or do anything with.

Pres slipped the tip of his tongue along my lips and my mouth popped open, stuck between shock and the need for more of him.

The kiss grew intense.

That evil tongue of his in my mouth, showing me that maybe it wasn’t evil at all.

No. It is. It’s evil. He’s evil. But he’s so good at this…

I kissed back at him, moving to my toes.

He still held my jaw, always in complete control of the situation.

I hated him for that.

There was no breaking him. Ever.

And now he was breaking me.

I stupidly confessed about his father’s cheating. I stupidly talked about my mother. I almost cried in front of him. I chased after him.

And now I was kissed by him.

Craving him with a desire that could only ever be matched by…

Barr.

Kip.

“Fuck,” I whispered, not realizing I was saying that out loud.

“Soon, sugar,” Pres said, his lips dancing against mine.

We kissed some more, the ocean the soundtrack to this crazy fucking moment.

I had no idea if this was a good moment or a bad moment.

It was just… so good.

Pres broke the kiss again. He licked his lips and grinned. He came forward for a gentle kiss and then kissed the tip of my nose.

He moved his hand from my face and stepped around me.

Every muscle in my body tightened as I felt him behind me.

“Take a look around, sugar,” he whispered. “Realize where we are?”

I shook my head. “No. I mean… it’s the ocean…”

“Look around.”

I did.

Left… to right… to…

I gasped.

I realized where we were.

I could see Claire’s house to my right. At a little bit of a distance.

Even still… this spot.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Pres laughed again.

He slowly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.

Then he whispered the words to me he said when we stood together in this exact spot once before.