Page 7 of Property Of Chrissy

“Damn, Shiv. I missed you. It’s never this good with anyone else.”

Fuck. Maybe she is getting a little too attached to my dick. I’m not opposed to that fact, just as long as she doesn’t think there’s a string to my heart attached at the end of it, because there sure as shit isn’t. Not for her. Not for anyone.

“Glad you approve, doll. And I’ll keep that little secret to myself so none of my brothers get a complex.”

She turns and smiles up at me. Her hand comes up to touch my jawline and the urge to smack it away hits me. But I don’t. She didn’t do anything wrong, so I’m not going to be a fucker and shove her out the door even though that’s exactly what I want to do right now. I’ll chat with her a few, and then, let her know I’m tired and she needs to leave.

“Where’d you go, Shiv? When you left?”

I take a few steps back and tuck my cock away. “I went on the road. Wanted to cruise for a bit.”

“Were you running because things were getting too intense around here with all the happily-ever-afters taking place?”

I’m not sure how she picked up on that, and I’m definitely not sure I want to talk about it with her, but yeah, that’s exactly why I took off. I was being strangled by the fact that my happy ending is never going to come true.

“Yeah, maybe one too many weddings and a need for a long drive motivated me.”

She smiles and reaches her other hand around my neck. “I missed having you around.”

I jerk back in her arms, and she shakes her head and laughs. “Don’t worry, Shiv. I’m not a fool. I know she exists. The one you always want me to be. I know she’s out there and that that heart of yours still wants her.”

Damn, she really can see through me. I never pegged her for being so in tune and observant; I always just pegged her as a girl with a strong appetite for sex and a craving for kink.

“Yeah, so why do you let me use you then, Rox? Why haven’t you ever called me out on my shit before?”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re the best around, Shiv. I also like not being me in the moment. I like pretending I’m someone else. Someone sweet and innocent. Someone desired.” She shrugs, playing it off, but I see it. She struggles with her own demons, and I’m guessing somewhere along the way someone made her feel unwanted.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her towards me. “Doll, just so you know, even though I’m totally fucked in the head, there are guys out there who aren’t. And any one of them would be damn lucky to call you their woman. You shouldn’t doubt how desirable you are. If you like role-playing, that’s one thing. But if you think there’s something wrong with you and you need to be someone else, you’re dead wrong. There is nothing wrong with the beautiful girl I see before me. You got me?”

Her eyes are filled to the brim now with tears and I hate to see the girl hurting. I just hope I haven’t made things worse for her. This entire time she’s known I’m imagining I’m with someone else. She’s known she’s been playing a role and it was never her I wanted to be with. Fuck. Maybe sex should be off the table, too. The way I’m feeling right now is the same as I do after a night of drinking.

“Roxy, I’m sorry if I haven’t made you feel wanted. I’m an asshole for not being up front with you and carrying on my little role-playing ruse.”

She shakes her head, giving me a watery smile. “Don’t be sorry, Shiv. Please. My tears are not about me. They’re for you. Because whoever she is, she’s stupid for choosing some rich prick with money over an incredible man like yourself. I hope you know you deserve better, too. I hope you’ll open yourself up to love again one day and get your happily-ever-after.”

I shake my head on a chuckle. “No offense, Rox. But I’m pretty damn sure the bachelor life is the way to go. Women can really suck. Not you, of course, but the majority do. And I’m just not interested.”

A smile quirks her mouth as she runs her fingers down my chest. “Oh, Shiv, I definitely can suck.” Her fingertips brush over my cock and he doesn’t stir to life. She slides down to her knees and looks up at me with innocent eyes. The expression on her face telling me she’s already in character. And now, I’m more than ready. Hell, if I’m not hurting anyone and all my cards are on the table, then why should I put an end to her fun? “You know I’ve never seen one before. Can I see yours?”

Roxy’s question plunges me into the past with Chrissy. I’d been dating her for over a month and finally took her to my place. I knew just by looking at my girl’s car that she was from money. Not every eighteen-year-old girl drives around in a Shelby convertible. So, I was embarrassed about her seeing mytrailer. I knew she was accustomed to much fancier digs. But that day, I was desperate to be alone with her. I didn’t want the noise or the distraction, so when she asked if we could go to my place, I agreed. I drove us straight to my side of the tracks and into my trailer park.

It was only a temporary place until my business got off the ground, then I’d be moving into someplace nice. But it worked. I’d gotten it on my own, and it was a far upgrade from the cot I’d been living on before. It wasn’t fancy, big, or a mansion like she was used to— and I was nervous. But when my girl let out the biggest smile as we pulled up to it, all my insecurities faded.

“I love it, Sean. So much.”

I turn and look at my girl, wondering if she’s for real or just being nice. The sincerity is written all over her face. She really likes it. And if I didn’t think I could fall any harder for the girl, I just did. A month of sneaking in daily dates, followed by hours of phone conversations every night, had me knowing that she’s the one for me. But I still had my reservations. I still worried she was going to see where I lived and think I couldn’t give her the kind of life she’s used to. And when that reality hit, I thought she’d run. But the only thing she’s doing is jumping out of my car and running to the door of the not so shiny tin box I live in.

“Welcome to my home, angel.” I unlock the door, and she pushes her way past me, eager to get inside. Her smile is breathtaking as she gives herself a tour of my small living quarters. Why the fuck she likes it so damn much, I have no idea. But I’m so damn thankful she does.

“I truly love it, Sean. It’s so cozy and warm, and it smells like you.” Her teeth sink into her lower lip. She looks embarrassed by what she just said. I move in closer and tug her lip out from under her hold. I lick over the little impression she made on her plump skin before I steal a deeper kiss. Her innocence drives me crazy.

“I like the way you smell too, babe.” I nuzzle into her neck, running my nose along her soft skin, inhaling her sweet scent. “You always smell like peaches and cream, and it’s damn near irresistible.”

My tongue gives a little swipe across her ear before I nibble my way back towards her mouth. The moment I get within reach of her lips, she pulls me in for a kiss. I love how she can’t get enough because neither can I. Her kisses are all-consuming, and every time she pulls back to catch her breath, it takes me a moment to regain my bearings and for my surroundings to come back into focus.

“Sean…”

I’m not ready to release her mouth. I latch onto her tongue and groan my protest, but she still slips out of my hold.

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