Page 56 of Small Town Hunter

I look her in the eye. “Actually, I remember every single one.”

“You’re disgusting!”

“Sugar, you don’t know the half.”

“You’re the worst!”

Jess always says that to me.You’re the worst! You make me sick!

She started this, and now she’s panicking. I’m reminded why I avoided these holy-roller women. Women in general.

“You through?” I ask her.

Trina gets in my face. “You make me sick!”

“If I was the worst, I’d make you trade ass for a ride to Cali,” I tell her cruelly. “Forty dollars a fuck, how does that sound? Go talk to those girls on the corner, princess. Do the math.If little Trina has no money and no ID, how many cocks does she have to suck to get out of Oklahoma?”

She slaps me with full force. I grab her wrists.

“Don’t ever hit me again.”

“You could never afford me,” she hollers. “You’re a dirty, common, low-class redneck.”

“And you’re pretty as a Magnolia, and just as brand new.” My heart is thumping. There’s a change between us now and I don’t like it. It’s like she’s struggling to push me off and pull me closer at the same time. I release her. “Go rub it off, Trina. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Rubwhatoff?”

I just look at her until her eyes widen. Oh, she gets it. Not so innocent are we?

“You— you — ”

“Bastard?” I suggest.

“Go to hell!”

I need a smoke. Something to distract. Any second now and I’ll say something stupid or do something worse.

Just as I get my hand in my pocket, she lunges up and kisses me.

EIGHT

TRINA

Crash hesitates for half a moment before he crushes his body against mine. Our lips lock and we both inhale at the same time. The scorching heat through his cotton shirt consumes me. We push against each other hungrily. He has to bend down to keep kissing me— I was the one who pulled him by the collar, which I’m still twisting in my hand.

His lips align with mine, demanding more. Sucking on my lower lip while he…while he…Oh!

He gropes me, squeezing my butt in time with his kisses. Shaping it with his big hands. Making it soft, making it firm, making it shake, just touching it, worshipping it. So many things in a kiss that I never expected. I want it all.

I let go of his shirt and wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting this to end. He shoves me against the car with another bear-like growl, his touch and kiss becoming rougher.

This isunreal.I love him. I love Crash. This makes no sense at all. He said those horrible things to me and it only made this sinful feeling burn hotter. One hand cups my breast and I realize there’s no limit to this pleasure. Everything he does to me is incredible.

“Trina,” he grunts, both hands squeezing my titties over the hoodie. My nipples are stiff and sensitive. He seems to know that. He knows exactly what to do. He presses me against the car, wedging me against his hard thigh. Like he wants something more…He wants it all.

I think about the porn movie I saw in the motel.

“Trina — ah, hell…”

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