Page 33 of Bombshell

I swallowed against the lump growing in my throat, but said nothing. He wasn’t the first person to call me slow. It had just been years since I’d heard it. I’d thought I had overcome that description. That assumption from others. Just because I wasn’t outgoing and quick-witted. Just because I didn’t have a lot of friends and feel comfortable in a crowd. Just because things triggered my past trauma and I chanted a number in my head—or often out loud. It had made me the weirdo.

“I’m sorry, Tink,” he repeated. “I feel like a shit for saying it. I fucking hate that you heard him.”

His hand moved on my stomach, slipping under the hem of my shirt. The moment I felt his fingertips on my skin, my pulse quickened. What was he doing?

“I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’d kill anyone who did.” His deep voice sounded husky as he brushed his lips across my earlobe. “Tell me you forgive me.”

I wasn’t sure I could force words out of my mouth. Not with his hand up my shirt, the tip of his thumb brushing awfully close to the underside of my boob, and his heated breath on my ear. My body felt as if a spark had been lit in my stomach and was spreading like a wildfire to all my other parts.

“Please, Tink,” he pleaded, then kissed my temple.

I nodded. That was the best I could do, but it was his fault I’d lost all control of my functions.

“Thank you,” he said before his hand slid out of my shirt, and the wonderful, overwhelming feeling of his warmth left me.

My own hand flew up to my stomach as I pressed it there in hopes of settling myself.

“Go to your room, Tink.” His words sounded like a command. “Pack your things. The storm is threatening to be a Cat 4, and you need to be somewhere safe.”

What? How had he switched moods so quickly? He was making my head spin.

“Now,” he barked.

I looked back at him, trying to understand what had happened.

“Tink”—his eyes bored into me with a darkness in them I hadn’t seen before—“if you don’t go to your room, I’m gonna toss your sweet ass on the sofa and fuck you. I came here to get you safe. Now, go.”

The spark was back, and this time, it was between my legs. My eyes flew open in surprise. Was he really threatening me with that? Didn’t most women beg him for it?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned, taking a step toward me.

I didn’t move. Although I was tempted to throw myself at him. I could forget that he’d called me slow. I could forget everything if he would just touch me again. Make me feel like he had before. I’d never had the sensation his words were causing course through me. It was exciting, intoxicating. I wanted more of it.

“You want fucked? Is that it? You want me to jerk that sorry excuse for a skirt up, rip your panties off, and slam my cock inside that needy pussy?”

My knees went weak, and I reached out and grasped for the only thing near me, which happened to be Micah’s arm.

Micah grabbed my waist and pushed me back against the wall before placing one palm flat on the space beside my head while his other hand slid between my legs. I let out a gasp as his fingers slid inside my panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned.

My face felt like it was on fire while I was panting through the pleasure of being touched there. It was a mix of emotions. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to be that wet down there, but the way he was making me feel as he worked his finger inside of me made me not care.

He bowed his head and hissed, “Damn, baby, that’s a tight little cunt.”

My hips began to work on their own, wanting more of him.

“Keep it up, and you’re gonna get fucked hard against this wall. Is that how you like it? Hmm? Does that make you hot, Tink?”

“I don’t know,” I rasped. I shook my head, wanting more and not getting it.

“Sure you do, baby. Tell me how you want me to take this pussy,” he urged before kissing my neck and picking me up until the hard ridge in his jeans pressed between my legs in the exact spot I needed it.

“AH!” I cried out.

“It’s a big dick, baby. It’s gonna hurt at first. I’ve never had a cunt that tight. It barely took my finger.”

I trembled and rubbed my needy ache against him. “I don’t care. It’s gonna hurt the first time anyway.”

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