Barbie Bitch (Rejects Paradise 3)

“We’ve talked about this,” I grumble, cutting past the back of the couch and gently knocking the back of his head with my elbow. “And the answer is still no.”

“Babe,” he groans, putting his hand to his head and falling back on the couch as though my rejection physically wounds him.

I hold back a laugh as I walk up into the kitchen and dump all their crap on the counter before turning on my heel and stalking right back. “I told you, I want my independence. It’s important to me that I earn everything that I have. I don't accept handouts, especially from my boyfriend. It’ll make me feel cheap.”

I stride past Colton and his arms shoot out, locking around my waist before he pulls me down on the couch. “I’m not letting you go until you agree.”

I lean into him, hovering my lips just above his and teasing him with the promise of what they can do. I roll my tongue over my bottom lip and let out the softest groan, one that only he could hear. His eyes trail my tongue's movement, heating with an intense need. “Then I’m not sucking your cock until you agree.”

His lips pull into a wicked grin and the low groan that tears out of him is the most rewarding sound I’ll ever hear. “Baby, that one is going to hurt you just as much as it’ll hurt me.”

“You mean like how allowing you to pay for my schooling is going to hurt me just as much as my fist is going to hurt you.”

“Fuck, I love it when you speak like a lady.”

I pull back and look down into his eyes. “I mean it,” I tell him. “I want to pay for it myself, even if it takes me years.”

His fingers tighten on my waist, holding me to him. “Do you have any idea how hard that’s going to be for me to watch?”

I nod, knowing damn well but I also know that he’s more than strong enough to bear it. “You’ll be fine,” I whisper, dropping back down and pressing a soft kiss upon his warm lips. “I trust that you’ll respect what I want.”

He lets out a huff. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m probably going to bring this up about a million more times.”

“I know, you have some serious self-control issues to work on.”

He rolls his eyes before looking at me thoughtfully. “I mean, if you really want to pay for college, I’m sure I could come up with a few things to help you earn a few extra dollars.”

I groan and pull myself up off his wide chest. “I’m not your personal hooker, Carrington.”

“Who’s not a personal hooker?” Milo says, walking into the living area as I make myself comfortable beside Colton. Milo strides over to the couch and drops down beside Spencer then leans into him, and presses the smallest kiss to his lips, not ready to flaunt their new relationship.

A soft chuckle escapes Charlie’s lips. “Ocean was just saying that she wants to be a hooker to earn some extra cash.”

I launch a cushion across the room and it smacks Charlie right in his unsuspecting face. “Take that back,” I demand.

“Why?” Milo questions, a sparkle hitting his eye, the only hint that I’ve just become the target of their taunts. “It’s true. You were just telling me yesterday all the things you wanted to try with Colton. Why not make a little coin while you’re at it. You gotta hustle, girl.”

Colton’s brow instantly arches as his eyes flick to mine. “What kind of shit is he talking about?” he questions, his eyes becoming hooded with excitement. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you scream. Just say the word, Jade.”

“Really?” I question with wide eyes, looking at him as though he holds me in his very hands. “Because Drix told me that Charlie let her shove a dildo up his ass and he loved it so … you know. If you really want to try it, I guess we could.”

Charlie flies to his feet as Colton’s face falls in horror, not exactly pleased with this turn of events. “The fuck did she say that I did?” Charlie demands, more than ready to start defending his honor.

“It’s okay, Charlie,” Milo says, knowing damn well that I'm teasing. “No need to be defensive. No one here is judging, ass play is fun.” He turns to Colton. “I think it’s great you guys are keeping your sex life adventurous and exciting. Take my word for it, and I’m sure Ocean’s too, but it’s worth it. Use plenty of lube though. You don’t want nothing going through the backdoor dry.”

Colton’s face goes white as he turns to look back at me. “Please, baby. You know I’d do it if you really, really wanted me to, but tell me that you’re fucking with me,” he swallows past a lump in his throat. “I’m really going to have to work myself up to that.”