Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 by Marie Cole Page B

mouth watered as she lifted hers to her lips, those same luscious lips that had just done wonderful things to my junk. Maybe I could taste it on her.  
    I stood up and went over, I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me, grinding myself against her because it felt good and she'd left me hard and wanting.  
    "Oh, Kenny." She grinned as her free hand came to my back.
    "I want a taste," I muttered before pressing my lips to her. I licked the champagne remnants from her tongue and then drew back. "Are you going to share the champagne?"
    "I thought you were a good little boy."
    "That was before my hot, sexy girlfriend corrupted me." I tried to drink some more champagne from her lips but failed.
    "I will share any and every thing with you, Kenny."
    And she did. That night marked the first time I'd tasted hundred dollar truffles, champagne, and a woman. My favorite was the woman.

Chapter Eleven

    ELLY
    I felt someone standing behind me and nearly screamed when I saw Kent's face. He saw my look of terror and grinned. Damn him and his damn smile. It still made me swoon, despite his shitty behavior since meeting Jen. Like last week when they'd both walked right by me in the hallway, staring past me as if I were invisible. And every day in homeroom when they'd giggle together and her hands would be all over his shoulders. God how I hated it.
    "Scare ya?"
    "A little bit. It's a little stalker-ish to be standing behind someone like that, you know."
    He smirked and his eyes glazed over a little. "Jen doesn't seem to mind."
    The mere mention of her turned my insides to fire. I tried to swallow my anger down before replying to him. I hated how he just blurted stuff out. Didn't he know it was killing me? Hadn't my hints been obvious enough?
    "Yes, well, she's your girlfriend. It's different."
    "Pft." He rolled his eyes and moved to the side so he could see me while I finished getting my books for fourth and fifth period. "You never minded me standing that close before."
    "You never stood that close before." I looked over and he was unusually close to me, even now. I frowned at his smiling face as I shifted to my other foot. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
    He shook his head, the smile irritatingly bright. "Nothing."
    "There's something you're not telling me." Oh my god. Did he do it over the weekend? Did he lose it over the weekend? I turned my face away in case he could read my thoughts.
    "Yeah. And I won't. I don't kiss and tell."
    I zipped my book bag violently as the thought of the two of them making out, fondling each other and getting it on played on repeat in my mind. "Good. I don't want to know. I have to go."
    I turned to go but his hand, warm and strong, grabbed onto my arm. "Els, wait a minute!"
    I looked at him and tried to project hate, disgust. I didn't want to talk to him right now. "What?"
    Apparently it hadn't worked. Not well enough, anyway. "Are you mad at me or something?"
    He wanted to know what was wrong with me? Fine, I'd tell him. I'd tell him that I hated his new girlfriend and the way she was purposely driving a wedge between us. I'd tell him that it sucked not having my best friend around. I'd tell him that I'd gained five pounds in the last three weeks because I was binge eating all my hurt feelings.
    "I--" I didn't get the chance to tell him anything because I was cut off by the obnoxious giggling that played in my head when I was trying to go to sleep at night. The stuff of nightmares materialized beside him.
    "Kenny, there you are!" Jen wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him. "Oh hey, Elly." She briefly spared me a glance before putting her attention back on her boyfriend. I shook my head and turned away after she started nibbling on his neck and Kent moaned. I was so easily forgotten.  
    Nice play, Jen, nice play.
    How was I supposed to compete with her anyway? She knew I wasn't a threat which is why she made no effort to hide anything. She didn't need to secretly steal him away