Page 14 of Craving Her

The pounding has finally stopped. It’s about fucking time. I bend down to adjust the strap on my fuck-me pumps and I can feel the cool air touching my ass.

“Note to self, donotdo much bending over on the dance floor. Well, unless there’s a tall drink of water there just waiting for my name to be stamped all over him,” I murmur under my breath.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking, and you’d be wrong. I’m not easy. In fact, I’m a virgin. I’m twenty and never had my cherry popped. It’s kind of sad if you think about it. Even my nerdy roommate Tellie has had sex. It’s kind of embarrassing when your best friend knows more about sex than you do. Being a virgin also has nothing to do with a lack of offers. Nope, it’s much worse than that.

I’m in love.

Wait. Nope. As of tonight, I amnotin love. Tonight, I am ignoring what my heart keeps insisting is true and I’m starting with a clean slate. I’m twenty, in college, definitely single, and tired of waiting. I’ve given Torin every opportunity to step up and claim me. He keeps refusing and I’m tired of crying over him. It doesn’t bother me he’s over ten years older than me, but apparently it does him. I’m not a baby and I refuse to let any man treat me like one ever again.

Tonight is all about letting go of my silly pipe dreams that include Torin and just get laid. Getting rid of my V-card will be a new beginning. Tonight is the night, and I have the condoms in my clutch to prove it. With a grin and one final fluff of my hair, I exit the restroom. There’s a line outside waiting for the restroom, but I ignore their stares and bitchy looks. I scanthe area, looking for Tellie. I don’t see her anywhere, which is disappointing. I knew she wouldn’t stay with me long, but I had hoped for a little moral support—at least until I found a target that interested me.

Tellie and I are complete opposites, but we’re closer than sisters. I’d do anything for her, and I’m sure she’d do the same for me. We’ve been friends since grade school and when she got a full ride to the university here, I followed her. I don’t have a full scholarship, but I earned a partial one. I fight to keep my grades up, especially since I’m pre-med. Being a doctor like my mother is exactly what I wanted. I got derailed after meeting Torin. Now, it’s time to focus back on that—well that, and finally having sex.

I walk up the stairs to the observation deck. There are tables and chairs all over this area, and it’s enclosed with sleek railings you can lean on and look down at the dancers below. The lighting is dim and a mixture of reds and blues that alternate with the beat of the music. Speaking of music, the bass is cranked up so high that it vibrates in the air I breathe.

I look down at the DJ booth below and smile. Maybe I could give him my V-card. He’s cute and I don’t see a wedding ring on his finger. Of course, that’s not always a dead giveaway. Men lie.Torin lied when he said he wanted me.

I gasp as a man comes up behind me—and it’s definitely a man. I can feel his very erect cock pushing against my ass as he pulls me to him. I may have come tonight with the intention of getting laid, but it’s not like I am going to make it completely easy for the guy. Besides, I want it so that I actually find the guy I’m going to sleep with relatively cute.

“If you don’t want that tree you’re packing chopped off, I’d recommend you back up,” I tell the guy, not bothering to turn around to see what he looks like. I don’t want a neanderthal who thinks it’s okay to press his cock into a stranger’s ass.

The guy has large hands because they span each of my hips and his fingers bite into me. I feel his beard graze against my bare shoulder as his hot breath hits the side of my neck and ear. “Time to go, Peaches.”

Immediately, my body goes rigid. Then I try to calm my heart as I force myself to relax against him.

“Torin, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to get you,” he growls against the shell of my ear.

His lips touch against my heated flesh and I barely stop the whimper that wants to come out when I feel my black lace panties become drenched. I push my ass back against his cock, now reveling in the fact that he’s hard. “Where are you taking me?” I ask, my voice breathless, much like it always is when Torin is nearby.

“Home.”

He tries to hold his body still against me, but his hold on my hips is a bruising force as his fingers bite into me. He presses deeper against me and this time there’s no way of holding back my moan of need. I hold my hand up and bend it back, to slide my hand against the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

“Why don’t you give us both what we want here, then take me home and give me more later?” I murmur, not sure I can wait until we get to whatever hotel room he’s staying in. I want to squeal in victory that Torin is finally giving in after the last two years. I don’t do that—merely because I don’t want to reinforce the erroneous idea that I’m a child.I’m not.I’m a woman and all I want in the world is to be Torin’s woman.

“Not happening, sweetheart. Let’s go. I’ve got shit to do.”

Turning around, I look up at the man who tortures my dreams each and every night. To look at him, you’d think he could never be my type. You’d be wrong.So wrong.He’s everything I’ve always wanted. He towers over me in a way that I know he had to bend down to speak in my ear. At a minimum,he’s six-five. Me? I’m five-five. Tonight, with my five-inch heels, the difference between us isn’t quite as stark as it normally is. His beard is a little too long to be stylish, but I love it. His beautiful blue eyes are so bright it feels like they’re charged with electricity. I melt every single time I look into them.

“Why are you here?” I ask again.

“I’ll tell you once we leave this place. These damn clubs make my skin crawl.” I hide my smile. I know he’s telling the truth. The man barely speaks, and this scene is definitely not him. He’s more the type to enjoy a roadhouse than a state-of-the-art club in a city.

“I tell you what, Torin, I came here with one goal. You agree to be the man to help me achieve it, and I’ll leave with you.”

“You act as if you have something to bargain with here, Skylar. Maybe I should remind you that you’re underage. You had to get in here illegally.”

“I didn’t come here to drink,” I respond with a smile and a shrug.

“Should I ask why you are here?”

“I told you. I have one goal for tonight. I’m not leaving until that’s done, but if you agree to help me out, I’ll agree to leave.”

“And if I don’t agree to whatever hair-brained scheme that’s in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Then, I should warn you, I’m very close to the owner of this fine establishment and I’ll have him escort you out of here. Trust me when I tell you, Torin, he’ll do it.” I’m bluffing my ass off. Torin doesn’t need to know that, however. That shall be my little secret. “You have one minute to decide,” I add with a smile.

---