Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Penny likes short hair. She was really upset when he grew it out. Which is kind of ridiculous. Honestly, you look way hotter with long hair, Ryan.” Kristen blushes. “I mean…” She clears her throat. “Don’t worry. I have a boyfriend.”

Leighton turns back to her. “I’m not. You’d have to be blind to miss how smoking hot Ryan is.”

Kristen smiles. “Where’d you find someone so fun, Ryan? I expected to see you with someone more like you.”

Leighton laughs so hard she doubles over.

I slide my arms around her waist. “Baby, that hurts.”

“I know. I’m such a bitch for laughing at that. But—” She bursts into another fit of giggles. “You know what vodka does to me.” She turns back to me. Stares into my eyes with every ounce of earnest in the world. “You’re fun. You just don’t let anyone else know it.”

Her eyelids flutter closed.

She leans in.

Brushes her lips against mine.

It’s soft. A kiss for show.

But my body demands more. My palm plants on her soft thigh. My fingers dig into her skin. My tongue slides into her mouth.

She tugs at my hair as she kisses me back.

Fuck, I feel her everywhere.

The taste of her. Vodka and lemon and something distinctly Leighton.

The smell of that coconut shampoo.

Her nails against my skin.

I need more.

I need all of her.

I need her naked under me.

She pulls back with a sigh. “Fuck.”

Fuck is right.

In too many ways.

Kristen stares at us dumbfounded. She clears her throat. “I guess that’s one way to make it up to him.”

She’s still as tactless as ever. I’ll give her that much.

Leighton squirms in my lap as she laughs. Her cunt brushes against my cock—there too much and not enough fabric between us—and her cheeks flush.

Her eyes bore into mine.

They beg me to rip off her clothes.

But this is still fucked.

She’s still not mine.

Even if it feels like she is.