Serenity by Ava O'Shay Read Free Book Online

him. He slid her back until she was pushed against the wall. A few tacks broke free from the bulletin board and papers fluttered around them. Jolin slammed a palm against the wall behind her head to keep the entire thing from coming down on top of them. His breathing became labored as he tried to slow down the onslaught of emotions she pulled from him. He slid his other hand around, finally grasping that ever elusive ass, moving his hips into her. His head spun with her scent and the taste of her mouth on his. Maybe it was the pot. If this was what it felt like to kiss her high, he’d just become a proponent of pot smoking.
    Ren’s hands found their way under his letterman’s jacket, pushing it down his shoulders.
    “Hmm,” she hummed into his mouth. This time it was his lips that formed a grin of satisfaction.
    Jolin shook the sleeves loose and let the jacket drop to the floor with a thud. Her nails skimmed along the waistband of the jockey underwear peaking out of his jeans. Was he seriously about to have sex with a girl whose name he didn’t even know a few hours ago?
    “Fuck,” he moaned then mentally slapped himself for being such a pussy. He was going to lose it in about two minutes if she kept touching him, then having sex would be taken off the table.
    Her hands were warm. They found their way under his shirt and explored his back before moving around, scraping across his abs.
    “Holy crap! Don’t do that.” Jolin jumped back and shuddered, the spell broken. “That t-t-tickles.”
    Ren, seemingly unaffected by what they’d been doing, hopped off the desk and used a finger to wipe his saliva off the corner of her mouth. “Well there, choir boy, seems like there’s a little fire in you after all.” She looked disheveled, and her hair had lost its perfect style. Jolin guessed some heavy making out could break the hard shell she carried around—or at least crack it a little. His gaze was drawn to her mouth again. Her lips were plump from their recent activity, but the red lipstick hadn’t even smudged. Jolin’s entire body tingled and all he could think was how he’d never been kissed like that before and how bad he wanted to do it again.
    Ren reached up and gathered her hair, lifting if off her neck for a moment before letting it fan across her back again. Then she readjusted the shirt around her waist.
    Her fidgeting made him smile.
    She caught him staring. “What?”
    “I r-r-rattled you.” Jolin couldn’t suppress the silly grin plastered on his face. He chalked it up to the pot.
    “No. You didn’t.” She crossed her arms.
    “Yeah. I think I d-d-did.” He stepped toward her.
    She held her ground. Her patented pissed off look staring back at him.
    “Rattled, no.” She put a hand on his chest to keep him from coming too close. “Surprised.” She sucked in the lip ring. “Intrigued.”
    Lord have mercy.
    “But not rattled,” she finished.
    “Surprised?” Jolin pushed her hand to the side and pulled her into him, nuzzling the space below her ear. A small tattoo peeked out from under her hair. A heart with a tiny red teardrop hanging from the tip. Her ears were adorned with multiple silver rings and a bar was pierced through the top of one ear.
    “You have a reputation….” She tilted her head, giving him a better angle.
    “ I have a r-r-reputation?” Jolin breathed the words, letting his lips brush against the ink.
    She let out a shuddering breath. “You’re straight arrow, a brown noser, teacher’s pet, apple of your family’s eye, star quarter back dating the preacher’s daughter, you’re the fucking golden boy.”
    Jolin stepped back and cut off her tirade of goody-two shoe references. “I’m n-n-not so g-g-good.” He wasn’t sure that even made sense. It definitely wasn’t grammatically correct. He gave himself a mental head slap for even thinking about grammar.
    “Nothing wrong with straight laced.” She leaned over and started to dig through the mess on the