Page 85 of Toxic Wishes

“Forget what?” He says with a jerk, and I can see his patience growing thin.

“It doesn’t matter!” I shout

“It does! Tell me!” He shouts back. And I want to ask why he’s yelling, but I’m sure he’ll give me some bullshit answer.

“It doesn’t. I shouldn’t be here. So just let me go. Besides, we both know how you look at me anyway. I don’t want to be more of an embarrassment to myself any more than I have been.”

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, and I think he’s catching on to what I am saying.

“Namoi is just… jealous.”

I laugh hysterically. “No, she’s realistic. There’s a difference.”

“I already know she must have said something to you. She was making snide comments all night long under her breath.”

“No, not to me, but she sure had a posse of women agreeing with her in the bathroom.” I laugh to keep myself from tearing up again.

He shakes his head. “Why are you letting her get to you?”

“Because it’s the truth.” I seethed.

“What is?” His eyebrows tug together.

Is he really this clueless?

“She's beautiful. And a guy like you would only-” I trail off, unsure if I should finish what I’m about to say.

“What? Spit it out?”

“I don't expect you to understand.”I try to wiggle free from his grasp again, but it’s useless.

“Then make me understand.”

“Use me,” I say through a breath. “ Think of me as a one-night stand. A girl to get your jollies off. Which is fine, but when my cousin-” I choke back a sob, swallowing it down. “Says it. Then it must be true.”

“Abigail, you…” he trails off and lets out a deep breath. I study him as our eyes flicker back and forth, and the heat that’s perspiring between us turns hotter.

“You are a rare find—a gem. You’re nothing like them. You’re special.”

A tear slips down my cheek. And I’m even more embarrassed because I can’t wipe it away.

Dumb alcohol and emotions.

“And you’re beautiful.” His voice is so low and husky.

“You don’t mean that,” I say, matching his tone.

“Want a bet?” He tilts his head to the side.

“No. How about I wish it to be true, and how about you stop playing games because we both know- ” And within seconds, his lips are on mine.

So many emotions happen at once. Shock. Excitement, Confusion. But my body is the least confused. I wrap my hand around his neck, tugging him closer. Our tongues fought for dominance. He lifted me in his arms, and instinctively, I folded my legs around his waist. Grabbing my ass, he squeezes, and I like it. I can feel his nails dig into me slightly. With our faces still glued, he pressed me against the car, digging his erection between my thighs. An involuntary groan traveled up my throat. He trailed his tongue to my neck, sucking hard between the skin of my collarbone and dress. I press against his massive erection.

More, More, More. I was screaming inside my head. And all I can think of is I wanted more. But instead of giving me more, he bites my skin just a tiny bit, causing goosebumps to run up my spine. A whimper leaves me as I grind up against his slacks. My thin thong material and his dress pants are the only thing between us. My clit throbs, aching for his attention, for his want.

I’m gasping for air when my head falls back on the car, and then he lets go of one of my ass cheeks to squeeze my breast. He growls into my neck, and I’m secretly hoping he doesn’t stop, but when I hear him mutter, “Fuck,” I know he’s thinking what I’m thinking.

We need to stop.

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