Page 86 of Unleashed

Tansy’s hand returns to my belt buckle, but then she drops her hand between my legs. Murderous thoughts of Simone distract me enough to not stop Tansy. She squeezes my junk, and her voice is husky. “I want to fuck this so bad.”

“Uh, I...” I have no response except to continue watching cars drive past until she sits up, waiting for me to say something. “I’m a... Here?” I look out the driver’s side window and see people in the parking lot. I notice Hadley is one of them as she walks to her red SUV.

When I turn back to Tansy, her mouth lands on mine. Her fast-working lips slide over my frozen lips, and her tongue pries my mouth open. The metal ball bludgeons my tongue and creeps me out so much that I yank my head away from her.

But that doesn’t discourage her, apparently. “You turned me on so damn much in there. I want you in my pussy. Now.” She pulls down the front of her dress, and her stiff, pierced nipple springs free. Her tits are pocket-size, almost prepubescent, which butchers the rest of my libido. I look around us again, more worried about people seeing this.

She leans into my face and brushes her tit over my lips. I squirm and turn away, my heart pounding and my forehead sweating. When Tansy sits back, she glares at me. “What’s the problem?”

I relax somewhat with a shrug. “We’re in public. Are you an exhibitionist or something?” I resume grinding my teeth, needing to release my rage, but not this way.

Tansy shrugs back, and with her tit exposed, she returns to my belt. “If that means I like people watching me come, then hell yes. But no one will see us. If so, it’s hot. Who cares?”

“I do.” I’m not trashing my future as a lawyer for a parking lot fuck with East Broad buzzing past my nonexistent orgasm. There’s no way I’m coming here or anywhere near her pussy.

“I would love to blow you here, at least. You’ll love my tongue piercing.” Fucking hell. I frown at her and try to inch away, but there’s nowhere for me to go. She massages my dick through my pants, and I feel disgusting. “You’re still limp. We need to change that.”

“No, we don’t.” I shove her hand, but she undoes my belt and opens my fly. I block my dick with my hand. “Tansy, come on.” I can’t even send an SOS to anyone. Fucking ABBA.

Snaking underneath my hand, she grabs my dick through my underwear. The only thing standing at attention is the hair on my arms and the back of my neck as sirens blare in my head.

“Stop,” I say, pushing her off me, but she dives back into my crotch like a goddamn boomerang.

She says, “I need you hard. I swallow.” I try to be polite because it’s a first date, but when her fingers burrow into my underwear and touch my skin, I panic, and my rage aimed at Simone boils over.

Pulling Tansy’s shoulder, I snap, “I said to stop! What the hell?”

Tansy lands on her ass with a stunned expression. Her blue hair bounces and her orange lips hang open. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want your hands on me.”

She watches my hands, the metallic clicks of the zipper filling the air. “Aren’t we going to fuck?”

I’m positive I bare my teeth. “On a first date? You’ve gotta be kidding.”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, and her confusion returns with the steady hum of traffic. “Are you serious?”

Shaking, I keep one hand over my fly and grip the steering wheel with the other so she doesn’t see how fucked up I am. “As a motherfucking heart attack.”

“Then why in the hell did you even want me here? Just to make your wife jealous? Are we even supposed to be on a date if you’re fucking married?”

“It’s a long story, and I’m not married. I’m sorry about tonight. I thought it was a good idea, but I fucked up, as usual.”

Tansy sighs and clicks the metal ball against her teeth. “Maybe we could try sexting first. It might loosen you up.”

I shrug. Holy fuck. What a mistake I made, thinking I could navigate the dating world like an ordinary guy.

“Well, I guess tonight was...fun?” She opens the passenger door, and the light illuminates her hair to a hazy sky blue. Her noticeable piercings wink like they know my painful secret. “I’m meeting up with my vibrator. See ya.”

As the door closes, I mumble, “Later.”

Why is it that because I’m a man, it’s okay to fondle me and assume I want to fuck? I don’t. Ever. It’s me and my hand from here on out. I suppose I asked her to be my date, but come on.

Thinking of Simone reheats my anger, and I speed out of the lot and onto the road in a pissed-off daze. When I pull into a parking space in front of Simone’s apartment, I remember she left with Rhonda, and I don’t know if she’s even here. She’d better be.

Tears pool in my eyes, but I rub them, wetting my curled fingers. Christ in heaven, Tansy would’ve fucked me if I hadn’t stopped her, and I would’ve cried like a little bitch the whole time. I didn’t have a rubber with me, either. I believed Shasta when she claimed I knocked her up, but I refused to believe Simone when she told me she was pregnant. No kid needs me as a father.

I take another minute to calm the hell down. But I’m sad, angry, and restless. I jump out of the car and grab my duffel bags from the back seat. I should have gotten a hotel room for the night, but I dove into this fake marriage.

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