I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📗

at the back of the card with her brow furrowed, almost as if she was trying to see through it. She slowly licked the bottom of her lip and fuck, did I want that tongue in my mouth. She finally glanced up at me, and with a small smile, gave me her answer. “Higher.” The way she said it made her sound breathy.

Her eyes didn’t leave mine as I flipped the card over, and we both looked down at the same time. Four of Clubs. She frowned briefly, before reaching for the Jack and taking a long swig. She reached for the cards. “My turn, higher or lower than the four?”

I sat back, confident in myself. Besides, I had only three odds that it would be lower than the four. “Higher.”

She flipped the card over. “Queen of Hearts.” She sighed as she took another swig. This one longer than her previous. She abruptly stood up, lifting her sweater above her head, which left her in a tight-fitting tank top. My eyes immediately went to her hardened nipples, and I did something I didn’t think I would do. I licked my lips. I licked my fucking lips.

She held the bottle up, which was now more than half gone. “What happens when we finish this?”

I smirked as I looked toward the kitchen. “I have Jameson.” She frowned, then stared down at the deck of cards. She was getting drunk. This is where I told myself, I should be responsible. I should get her a glass of water and put her to bed. I would even do the kind gentleman shit and stay with her until she fell asleep. Being a gentleman gets you somewhere. It gets you cool points.

Well, fuck being a gentleman. The only thing I wanted right now was to rip that tight tank top off and suck on her tits. Those jeans that were so tight, they almost looked painted on, needed to go. I wanted to wrap my belt around her neck as I fucked her so hard, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“We could fuck instead.”

I glanced up at her in shock. She had the remote in her hand, and at some point when I was fantasizing about her tits, she had flipped off Netflix and turned on the cable. She was reading what was on the screen, softly giggling. “The names they come up with for porn.” She nodded toward the television. “But, at least this one is straight to the point, instead of something corny like Debbie Rides Hard or some shit like that. Poor Debbie, she’s done all of Dallas, what next?”

Damn. Alcohol and porn? She really was trying to kill me. I got up and headed for the kitchen to grab the Jameson. I paused and also took a bottle of water. When I came back into the living room, she was gone. Okay, good, she went to bed. I looked down the hall and saw her just before she went into my bedroom.

I subtly followed as I tried to hide my hardened cock. I peered into the room, and she was looking at my things. “I was curious. I always wanted to know what your room looked like. I always planned to take a peek when you weren’t here, yet never did. I guess I’m afraid of what I would find.”

I cleared my throat as I stepped into the room. “Like what?”

She crossed her arms as she leaned one hip against the dresser. “Yeah, I don’t know. A closet full of awards for gigolos or something I guess.” I laughed as I walked closer to her, placing the water next to her. She looked at it for a long moment as if it were foreign. “You remember how we met?”

I nodded sitting next to her on the dresser. “Yeah, physics class at the university. You were the only one that knew what the hell you were doing.”

She shook her head. “No, before that.”

I paused. “We didn’t meet before that.”

She sighed rolling her eyes as she headed for the door. “Wait right here.”

Not knowing where she was going with this, I did as she asked. She came back a few minutes later with something in her hand.

Looking down at it, I finally recognized what it was. “You have my yearbook?” I reached for the book but she slapped my hand away.

“No. I have my yearbook.” She opened it and flipped to the senior section until she found what she was looking for. As she flipped, the memories of high school came back to me. I pulled the yearbook closer. “Man, I remember that game. We killed them that night.”

She sighed impatiently as she pointed to a picture. I finally looked over at what she was pointing at though it didn’t hold my attention. I started to turn the page but she stopped me.

“That’s me.”

I laughed as I looked closer. “No it’s not.”

She turned to the index from the back of the book, pointed to a name, then went back to the page number it listed. I looked closer and shook my head, “No, no that’s… I think her name was...” I paused as I looked to the ceiling to think. “It was some kind of fruit they called her. Mango? Star fruit?” I snapped my fingers, it was on the top of my tongue. “Pineapple? They called her pineapple I think.” I looked to her clearly proud of myself but the pissed off look she gave me definitely made it clear I didn’t get a gold star for my answer.

She gasped as if she was offended by my answer and picked up the yearbook and threw it at me. I barely ducked out of the way as the book flew into the wall before skidding across the floor with a few pages flying out.

“Not pineapple!” she yelled, and my eyes widened. As odd as it was that she was pissed right now, she surely looked adorable. “Perrie. My name is Perrie!”