Unlovely Things (Love By Design 2)

“We do. I’m just thinking if you had performed like this back…”

“Tut, tut, tut.” I said popping a strawberry between her lips in the dark. Sometimes it was better if Kristen didn’t say anything. I loved her, I truly did, but I also knew she was a tempest, and a bit of a shrew. I enjoyed Shakespeare in high school and might have taken an English Literature class in college under the radar when I was trying to date this girl with an Irish accent my senior year. However, I would never tell Kristen that because she would off me quicker than Hamlet’s poor father.

“Do you think they know we left?” Kristen is tracing the lines of muscles on my chest.

“Has your phone been blowing up?” I asked and we both rolled over to check our phones. “Huh, they like that group chat shit don’t they?” and as I read it my heart sinks lower.

VEGAS-HARTS

TaylorJane: I hope you two are together and being safe *smiley emote*

MinorLia: Hey, I brought extra condoms!!

ChaseTheMan: If there’s a fucking sock on the door, I WILL KILL YOU.

MinorLia: HEY! Who changed my chat name?

BoyScout: Dude? Seriously? She’s 20, let it go.

TaylorJane: Text me back, they want to send out a search party for one. Sorry Damien.

Hunter: Call me if you need anything, except bail money again. That goes for both of you.

ChaseTheMan: I’ll pay Kristen’s bail, but not Dumbass. Did he ever get his license back?

Hunter: …

TaylorJane: ….

Boyscout: Dude, you lost license? Who popped you for that?

ChaseTheMan: Who do you think? LOL

TaylorJane: Yeah anyway, so we’re back in the room, and we’re getting breakfast at 11am. Meet you there?

Hunter: I’m with Taylor Jane, y’all are on your own now.

BoyScout: I’m bolting the door so Chase doesn’t kill you when you come back.

MinorLia: Can someone please change my name back?? I’m old enough to get a tattoo, geez.

Kristen looked over at me when she’s finished scrolling through the messages from our asshole friends. “So you lost your driver’s license?”

“Yup.” I said letting the letter p pop from my lips torn between anger and relief I’m not having to hide it anymore.

“When do you get it back?” She rolled into my side rubbing her hands up and down my chest to rest on my hips as she mounted me again taking me off guard.

“A few more weeks.” I shrugged in the dark.

“That sounds serious.” Fingernails raked over my chest.

“I’m doing this group program for court.” The air leaves my chest and Kristen leaned down to kiss her way down my body smiling mischievously. “Pebbles what are you doing?”

I felt her breath against my hip bone drift to my groin and her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock before her sweet tongue liked the slit and spoke to me, “I always did love me those bad boys.” Her mouth completed the circuit and sucked me hard until I got off and pulled her back up to ravaged her mouth tasting my essence from her. It was hot and if I thought losing my license was bad, I think I could live with it a while longer.

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Kristen