The Album: Book One by Ashley Pullo Read Free Book Online Page A

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    I jerk my body off the wall and dig in my shorts for my beeper. She watches me glance at the invisible number as I let out a sigh. “Hey, is there some place private I can make a phone call – like really quiet? It’s my mom, and if she finds out I’m in Canada, well, she’ll make my life a living hell,” I say calmly.
    “Oh! Oh. Um, well . . . yes,” she whispers. “Here, I have a key to the guestroom. It’s next to the bathroom – Dylan and I put all the valuable things in there before the party. Shit, can I trust you?” she asks.
    I take the key from her hand, stroking her palm in the exchange. “How about you keep the Toadies for collateral?” I rise from the floor and smile down at her. Damn, she looks amazing in that position – shit, and my dick likes it, too.
    “Deal,” she mouths.
    I make my way past the pool table, across the living room where I give Tango a ’sup , through the foyer with the guarded bowl of car keys, and then a sharp left to the infamous guest room. There’s a line forming at the bathroom, so I keep my head down and walk directly toward the only other door.
    At first the key doesn’t fit correctly in the doorknob, and the smallest spur of nervous excitement rushes through me. But then it opens. I close the door behind me and decide not to lock it – she won’t be long.
    The room is on the small side, with a desk and a sofa bed occupying most of the space. Like she said, everything of any value is stacked along a wall of bookcases filled to capacity with vinyl records. I turn on the small lamp and open the top drawer of the desk: calculator, magnifying glass, paperclips and Valium.
    I sit down on the couch just as the door opens. She closes and locks it behind her and then slowly walks toward me. Her body is amazing – big boobs, small waist and the confidence of a woman. I open my legs further, inviting her to join me. She stops between my legs and places her hand on my head, running her fingers through my hair. My hands grab her hips and I lift her shirt with my mouth. She drops something near my foot, so I kick it out of the way while biting her waist.
    “Did you make your phone call?” she asks, panting.
    “No,” I say into her stomach.
    I lift up her skirt and slide my hand over her panties. Glancing up at her, I’m disappointed to find her gorgeous eyes closed tightly. “Hey,” I say. “Look at me.” I stand to address her, pressing her chest against mine. My hands squeeze her arms until she opens her eyes. Her lips part and I kiss her – soft at first, then deep and forceful.
    She tugs at my shorts while clenching the fabric of her shirt. Our lips part as she lifts the t-shirt over her head. I watch her as she unhooks her black bra and drops it to the floor. Goddamn her tits are perfect – full and perky. “No,” I shake my head. “We’re doing this my way.” Having sex with another guy’s girl is not my thing – that’s best suited for assholes that need instant gratification. But having sex with a girl that truly needs it despite her relationship, well that’s just awesome.
    I push her to the desk with my hips, my hands cupping her breasts and my tongue licking her neck. She bumps into the hard edge and I quickly plant my hand on the surface to break our fall. My hips pin her against the edge, my erection restrained beneath layers of fabric, but still making enough contact to cause her to moan.
    “Tell me what you want,” she hums.
    My hands trail slowly up her side, sending chills through her body. She quivers as I clamp her nipples between my fingers, tugging gently. I can feel her heart pulsating beneath my palm and her shallow breathing penetrating my neck. She closes her eyes again so I place my hand on her chin and pull down her lip.
    “Open your eyes,” I snarl.
    She complies.
    My thumb parts her lips and I kiss her, slowly and methodically. I want her to feel new sensations and I want her to watch. My shirt is slowly lifted over