More Than This by McLean, Jay (best books to read for teens txt) 📗

Her eyes follow.

“Do what, Kayla?” Because I need to know. I need to know how she feels and what she wants from me. From this. If she wants to be more than this.

*Mikayla*

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, then his teeth follow and slowly move up his bottom lip and I watch it play out like it’s in slow motion. I have to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing.

“Kayla?”

My eyes snap open. “Huh?”

“Don’t do what, Kayla?” he asks again.

I think about his question. Like my answer will determine whether I live or die.

I look at him and see the concern in his face and I love him. Like love love him. And I want him to know that, but not yet. Because I need him to love me back, all of me.

“Don’t hurt my heart, Jake,” I say quietly.

His head falls for a second before standing up and sitting next to me. He takes me in his arms and kisses my temple.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”

Chapter 39

*Jake*

She’s laying across the sofa reading a book on her e-reader. I’m supposed to be watching ESPN. I can’t take my eyes off her legs.

She’s wearing her standard pajamas, tiny boy shorts and matching tank.

Her feet are fidgeting, her toes curling and rubbing against each other. Her chest moving up and down from her steady breathing.

She’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples poke through the material. I want so bad to move over to her, to put them in my mouth and fucking taste them. Suck them. Lick them. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

She has one hand holding her book and the other sitting on her stomach, her little finger sitting just under the band of her shorts, her top riding up her waist.

Her little finger begins to move side to side under her shorts, her legs slowly rub together. She makes a slow moaning sound.

I want so bad to be inside her.

*Mikayla*

I’m supposed to be reading my book, but I can see Jake watching me.

His gaze locked onto my legs, my waist, my stomach. His eyes burn with lust and he licks his bottom lip then runs his teeth over them. And it’s so fucking hot.

I can’t stop looking at his face, just like he can’t stop looking at my body.

My legs rub together thinking about how he makes me feel, the way he can make me come like no one has before.

A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it and if I wasn’t so afraid of my feelings I’d tell him to fuck me, right now.

I watch him as his hand goes to his lap, creeping higher and higher until they’re at the band of his shorts.

I keep watching as he reaches into his shorts, grabs his dick in his hands, leans up slightly in his chair and adjusts himself.

I close my eyes, breath in and out, count to ten, then excuse myself to bed.

Once I’m under the covers, I’m frantically Mikayla-ing myself, and it only takes seconds before my release, because in my mind, it’s my hands wrapped around him, not his, and I’m bringing him to my entrance so that I can scream his name over and over.

I’m coming down from the haze when I realize my throat is scratchy and I was actually screaming his name, over and over.

A second later I hear the shower running.

Chapter 40

*Mikayla*

“I need a new fucking job and I definitely need to buy a car,” I huff out as I close the front door behind me.

Logan and Jake are sitting on the sofa watching ESPN but turn when they hear my complaining.

“You look like shit, Micky,” Logan states.

Jake punches him in the arm, hard.

“Thanks, asshole.” I leer at Logan. “You would too if you had the day I had.”

“What happened?” Jake asks, as he stands up to go to the kitchen. I sit down on the sofa and Jake sits down next to me, handing me a beer.

I take a sip while he brings my legs up to his lap and takes my boots and socks off, then slowly massages my feet. It feels like heaven and I’m getting turned on, and if Logan wasn’t sitting there I don’t know where this moment would end up.

“First,” I say, “some fucking smelly sleaze bucket at work was convinced I was in a porno,” I pause as Logan laughs, “he had the dvd and kept trying to show me the back of it. I couldn’t convince him I’d never been in a porno, and he kept pushing for me to play it on the screen so he could double check. He was pushy as hell and it was so uncomfortable. Luckily my TA from one of my classes was there and he asked the asshole to get out. My TA stayed for a bit after to make sure he didn’t come back.”

“What the fuck?” Jake growls. “Why didn’t you call me? Who the fuck was that asshole?”

Logan laughs harder.

“My phones flat-"

“Your phones always flat, start charging it!” Jake yells.

I pout, because it’s true, my phones always flat, or low.

“I don’t know who he was, just some random asshole I haven’t seen before.”

Jake stares at me for a moment. I stare back until Logan interrupts my thoughts.

“And second? You said that was the first…”

“Some creeper on the bus licked my elbow! Legit licked my fucking elbow. He got off at the same stop and I swear I thought he was going to follow me home. So I ran. Hence why I look like shit.”

Logan’s all out laughing now.

I start to as well.

Jake looks pissed off. “It’s not fucking funny, why are you laughing?”

“C’mon, Jake,” I say nudging him. “If it happened to anyone else we’d all be laughing.”

His features relax a bit. “You’re getting a car as soon as possible, Kayla.”

“Speaking of getting a car, I bought my laundry to my favorite girl in the