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“Maybe I’ll let you ink me one day.” She smirks my way.

The thought of her in my chair immediately makes my cock stir to life. Abort! Abort! Do I listen to my internal alarm bells? Fuck no.

“I don’t know if you could be quiet long enough,” I challenge.

“Probably not. Think you could handle that, big boy?”

“You know, you wouldn’t be the first girl in my chair trying to get some from me.”

“Oh, of course not.” She rolls her eyes.

I lean in close. “You would, however, be the first to have actually gotten some.”

Her cheeks heat, and the blush looks delicious on her, but she kills it when she opens her mouth.

“Want to tell me about Vanessa now?” I stiffen, my fight-or-flight kicking in. The only thing keeping me sitting here is the way she spit her name, like she’s already angry for me.

“Not really, but you’re going to make, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to try.” She smiles, putting the pillow down and crawling over me so she’s straddling my lap. “See, I figure I could trade you.”

“What do you want to trade for?” I ask, gripping her hips and pulling her onto the ridge of my cock.

“Well, I could trade you sexual favors for information.”

“Is that right?”

She leans in, running her nose up my neck before nipping at it and soothing the sting of her teeth with her tongue. She kisses up my jaw to my ear, sucking on the lobe before whispering, “Start talking, big boy. Let’s see how far we get.”

As she strips off my clothes, I tell her about Vanessa. As she undoes my pants and pulls them down my legs, I tell her about my brother. As her hand grips my hardened cock, I tell her about the night of the accident, something I haven’t really talked to anyone about other than maybe Sarge. But he knows all.

And when she puts me in her mouth, I don’t care about Vanessa anymore. Or my brother. Or what’s happened or why I don’t talk to my family. I focus on the feel of her mouth around my cock until I can’t take it anymore and need to feel her. I pull her up and over my lap, ease inside her, and let her ride me to completion.

All I can think is that I need more of this in my life. She might be bad for my health, but dammit, I can’t seem to stay away from her, and I’m realizing that I don’t care.

Chapter 13

Elle

I’ve never seen myselfas a small town girl. Growing up, we were city dwellers through and through. You would think that’s where my heart would be, right? In the city I grew up in? Hate to tell you, but there are exactly four things I miss about the city. Jorge, Chelsea, my brothers, and my mom and dad. And maybe that all-night diner on the corner across from the baseball stadium.

Here, the rhythm of my day is different. There’s not as much stress and fewer demands. If I want to sit in front of my window for an hour and daydream, no one is here to tell me I can’t do that. Or that I have this meeting I need to be in or that social engagement to go to. Absolutely no one around here is judging me for living in leggings and hoodies or jeans and jerseys. I haven’t even gotten a sidelong glance for not wearing any makeup. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m the topic of conversation for the gossip crowd, but it’s not based on myappearance other than to compare my size to Tiny’s. People have asked about the studio above the shop. They want to know what kind of art I make. It’s almost like they are genuinely trying to get to know me, to find where I fit in with them. Random people who I haven’t met yet stop me on the street to introduce themselves and to wish me a good day. It’s been…nice.

The girls include me in things, have made me one of theirs. Tonight, we’re going to a cookout at Trish and Davis’s house. I’m riding with Ginny because it seemed stupid to take two cars.

“Hey, how was art-ing today?” she asks when we pull out of the driveway.

“It was arty. How was music-ing today?” I smile at Ginny.

“The music was great. The kids? Ugh. My job would be so much easier without the hormone brigade.”

She’s full of shit. She loves every minute with those kids, even when they have raging hormones.

“Just think, a few more weeks and it’ll be spring break and you’ll have an entire week off. And then it’ll be summer before you know it. And I bet you mope around all summer without those kids around. Don’t you?”

“I don’t think I like that you know me that well. You’ve never been here over summer.”

When she pulls up to a stop sign, Ginny crosses her arms over her chest, effecting one of those hormonal teenagers, and I laugh. She quickly joins in, and we talk about what’s happening around town for the rest of the drive.

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