Page 4 of Cruel Steps

Her eyes widened, and she blushed innocently, the act making her more attractive somehow. On the dance floor, she’d been a sexpot, so seeing this side of her made me wonder what else would make her blush… and just how far it spread.

“Wow. Um. Okay.”

“That a yes, Wildcat?”

“Wildcat?” Her nose scrunched up, and I wanted to kiss it.

“I assume you go to Brighton. That’s your mascot, right?”

“Oh, yes.” She nodded, her eyes glazed and wide.

“So?” I lifted a brow, hoping I hadn’t jumped the gun with her. She blinked, the lust clearing.

“Right. Yes, I’m around the corner.” She nodded as if she were agreeing with herself.

“Lead the way, Wildcat.”

“Um…” She giggled, and holy fuck, my brain went offline at the sound. Was she a fairy? No, that wasn’t a real thing. “You have to put me down so I can walk.”

I glanced down. Apparently, I’d forgotten I’d lifted her against the wall. She fit naturally against me, and the thought of being separated didn’t sit right with me.

“Nah. I have a better idea.” I lowered her and turned, adjusting my dick as I kneeled. I glanced over my shoulder, tapping my back. “Hop on, Wildcat.”

“Funny.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her tight shorts down. My eyes snagged on the sliver of skin she revealed around her midsection, and I licked my lips. Her arms moved to block my view, crossing over each other to cover herself. I frowned at the loss, not liking she’d covered herself.

“Don’t do that,” I barked, harsher than I’d intended. I wasn’t mad at her, but at the fact she felt she had to hide. Her eyes widened, but she dropped her arms and bit her lip. Narrowing my eyes, I dropped my voice. “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Wildcat. The quicker you hop on, the faster I can sink inside your pussy.”

Heat lit her eyes, the green darkening as she stared at me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned and wrapped my arm around her thighs before I stood and tossed her over my shoulder. Her hands dug into my back, and she let out the cutest little shriek.

“Oh my god! Put me down, brute!”

“Nope. You had your chance. Now we do it my way.”

“You’re bossy.”

I smirked, practically hearing her pout. I enjoyed this more than I should and didn’t know what I liked better—the confident wildcat or the naïve sweetheart. Both had my blood pumping and my cock leaking like no other.

“Tell me where to turn, or I’ll find another alley and not care who stumbles upon your nakedness.”

“Put me down, and I will!”

“Can’t do that, Wildcat. You had your chance. Not my problem you didn’t see the quarterback sneak.” My grin widened at her outrage.

“Of course, you’re a jock.” She mumbled something else before telling me to turn right.

“Not a fan?” I asked, nodding at the people who passed. Their eyes were curious, but no one questioned why the six-foot-four guy carried a girl over his shoulder. The things I could get away with sometimes unnerved me, but I was thankful for it in this scenario. “You’ll change your tune real soon, Wildcat,” I said when she didn’t respond.

“Doubtful,” she grumbled, then sighed. “Third building on the left. You’ll have to put me down so I can get in, Jockstrap.”

“Call me whatever you want, Wildcat. But if you want to know what name to shout when I rock your world, it’s Holden.” God, this was fun.

I slid her down my front, letting her drop to her feet slowly. Everywhere she touched me burned, lighting up my lust. Her breath hitched, her eyes hooded as she stared up at me, and her hands gripped my biceps.

“Holden,” she whispered, licking her lips and drawing my attention to her tongue. My name had never sounded so good coming out of a girl’s mouth before. She said it with reverence. I’d never needed to be consumed by someone as much as I did her.

“Emerson.”

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