Psycho Ex Boyfriend (Standalone New Adult Romance) (The Alpha Brotherhood Book 2) by Ember Chase Page B

sometimes I can tell that it still freaks him out. It breaks my heart every time, but I hide that from him the same way he tries to hide whatever anxiety makes him pull away sometimes.
    When we finally get into that closet on Monday though, he grabs me so tightly and practically melts into my arms when I hug him back. We just hold each other for a while, which surprises me. I thought he’d be a total horn dog today, not a total sweetheart.
    There’s a gold chain with a butterfly pendant on my neck when I step into the library a half hour later. I can’t tell anyone that my awesome boyfriend got it for me, but I know. And who would have thought that getting to second base would be fun for me, too? I thought boobs just existed for guys to touch, not for girls to feel. Maybe Adam is right about that outdated courtship system…

Chapter 8
    Adam
    Age 15
     
     
     
    Parents are completely justified in their attempts to keep teenagers away from closed doors and soft furniture. Having regular access to both has radically changed our relationship.
    Buying that apartment complex was the best decision I could have possibly made. Majorly impressed father? Check. Excellent start to a relationship with a particularly successful older brother? Check. Watching Ian’s jaw drop after being informed of my accomplishment. Check. Always a vacant, furnished unit with a view in which to secretly meet up with my gorgeous, funny, horny-even-though-she-never-admits-it girlfriend? Check!
    The money is nice, too. Unfortunately, I’ll see very little of it for quite a long time.
    She shows up on Thursday at 4:30 like she always does. I open the door and kiss her, then spend the next half hour trying to pay attention as she chatters about whatever is on her mind at the moment. I want to pay attention, I really do. I love every word that comes out of her mouth. But holy fuck, she looks better every time I see her. My weekly appointment to jack off every Thursday at 4:15 is the only thing keeping me sane.
    Then we eat dinner and do homework together for at least an hour. Her rule of course. She has a ton of it so I can’t really blame her. I can’t stop distracting her either. It might be easier if she actually got pissed off, instead of just acting like she is before immediately making out with me.
    It’s a wonderful routine. Not just the making out. The normality. One night a week, we get to play house and feel relatively normal. No one knows. Her mother thinks she’s on the yearbook committee, because apparently that is still a thing somewhere. My brothers think I have a weekly meeting with the property manager. It’s a little too good to be true and maybe it is. I doubt it will last forever. I know it won’t. And it takes a lot of effort to forget it.
    But not when we’re actually here. She doesn’t realize it, but Sabrina is at a disadvantage. I’d never admit it to a soul, not a fucking soul, but I finally broke down and did a little research about how to pleasure a woman. I’m a fucking over achiever, too, and I’m not about to jump into anything this important without doing my homework.
    Sabrina’s grip tightens on my arm and she holds her breath. She’s close. The little nub beneath my fingers throbs as her hips rock forward. She always comes with her mouth close to my ear. Mainly because I make sure it’s always there to listen. Girl orgasms seem like a lot more fun than mine are and my research confirms that they last longer. I guess that makes up for all the bullshit they have to put up with to get there.
    I catch a whiff of her hair when she’s done, a million perfect little ringlets that I’m not allowed to touch very much. Her shirt is off, as is mine, but her nipples get too sensitive right afterwards and I have to wait for that too. She doesn’t remove her skirt, or the panties, though I’ve pulled off a pair or ten over the course of the last few months. She even let me keep them once.
    She drives me