Page 11 of Savage

“Okay, I remember.” I smile, thinking about the rage fuck we were both headed toward. “Still, what you said might be true. I’m twenty-five and I don’t know if I have enough to show for it.”

“You’re doing amazing. A lot of people would just take their father’s money forever and be happy to do nothing. You went to college, came up with a business plan, ran this whole damn place, and you’re barely old enough to fucking drink. I may not have everything, but I’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself.”

“Does my age bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?”

I realize now maybe the moment we had earlier was a fluke. Maybe his hand on my thigh is just a comfort thing. Maybe he’s driving me home because he feels responsible for me, not because he wants to fuck me. “Oh, I don’t know. I just wondered.”

“No. I mean, you’re young, but I… it’s been a long time since I’ve connected with anyone. It feels kind of nice.”

“You feel connected with me?”

He laughs. “Yeah. Something about all the shit talk really makes me feel at home.”

I laugh and nervously adjust the heating vent. “Sorry. I walk around with all these walls up like I’ve got something to prove to everyone.”

“Well, you can let them down with me. Promise I won’t fuck you over, though I have been thinking about spanking that ass.”

“What?” I laugh. “Spanking my ass?”

“Yeah,” he glances toward me then back at the road. “You’ve got a mouth on you, and an ass that looks like it needs some marking up.”

My heart races, and part of me wants to jump on him, make him pull the truck over, and give me a proper ass spanking. That’s a thing I never, ever, would’ve wanted thirty minutes ago. The mere thought that he’s been thinking it soaks my panties.

“Is this something you do with all the women? You run your mouth, take them home, and spank their asses?”

He laughs. “No. I haven’t been with a woman in a decade. Hell, maybe longer at this point.”

“Yeah, okay.You’re a big, rough, handsome guy. I’m sure the women around here are all over you.”

“I could get ‘em in the boat if I wanted to, but I don’t. Relationships are hard. You gotta be with the right person to put the effort in.”

“Okay, a relationship, sure… but a one-night thing. I’m sure you do that all the time.”

“Have you met women? Women don’t want one-night things. Not around here, anyway. The women here want full time, all the time, wake up together, have kids kind of things.Which, I’m not doing unless I meet someone that really fits with me, ya know?”

“What am I then? What were you doing pressing me against a wall, licking me up, then taking me home?” I don’t know why I’m getting so defensive. He hasn’t said anything wrong. We didn’t make any commitment, but for some reason, I’m on fire, like I want to lock him in a room and save him all for myself.

We pull into the stone driveway that leads to the little cabin I’ve rented in the middle of nowhere, and he kills the engine before turning toward me. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t usually feel compelled to kiss a woman mid-argument, then meet her father, and drive her home, but I’d like to see where it goes.” His gaze is on me and his big, rough hand is still on my thigh. “What about you? You must date all the time with loads of rich boys all desperate to touch you.”

I laugh. “No. I mean, I’ve gone out a few times for an evening or whatever, but nothing serious. If I’m honest,” my face heats at the thought of actually saying this out loud, “it’s nothing.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, something. Words were coming out of your mouth.”

“I was, but I changed my mind. I guess I should go inside. It’s pretty late.”

He grabs my arm as I turn and pulls me closer. “Do I need to give you that spanking or are you going to use your words?”

A rush of something warm runs through me, spiking my heart rate. I’m tempted to keep running my mouth so I can feel the heavy weight of his hand against my ass. That said, what I’m about to say might change things, and I suppose he deserves to know who I am before we go any further.

I draw in a deep breath. “I… I’m…” Why is the word so hard to say? Why is it so embarrassing? Everyone was a virgin at one point. My stomach tightens and I stare toward the big, gruff man in front of me. I’m sure he’s done it all, every weird sex thing ever. I mean, he’s got to be in his late forties. Surely he’s had some kinky crazy sex. “I’m a virgin.” I blurt the words then pull away and jump out of the truck and onto the stone driveway. The moon is full tonight, and it lights a path for me toward the front porch.

“Wait.” Clyde jumps from the truck and chases after me. “You’re a virgin?”

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