Page 23 of Lust

“I guess now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way,” Brad says, “I owe you an apology.”

“For being an asshole to me, or for pulling a knife on me?”

“Yeah, maybe a few apologies.”

“I’ll consider accepting your apology,” is as much as I’m willing to say, but truth is, since they started explaining what the hell’s been going on, I’m discovering there’s more to Brad than some asshole bully. If he and his friends really believe all that, then they had to find a way to scare me off to save people’s lives…and mine too. Those aren’t the actions of assholes.

I wonder if it’s discovering this other side to him, or if it’s being this close to him that activates all these powerful urges in me, but I want him to touch me so I can get another taste of that delicious rush.

I’m about to reach over to him, but I restrain myself.

Don’t make it weird.

We walk in silence for a few more moments before he pulls his hand out of his jacket pocket and reaches over, taking me by the wrist.

We stop, and I turn to him, enjoying the rush that pulses through me, exciting my nerves.

He releases my wrist quickly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Not a big deal. What did you want?”

“I didn’t want anything. I just knew you wanted me to do that.”

“You knew I wanted what?”

“Me to touch you.”

My cheeks warm. I’m tempted to say it’s not true, but my curiosity outweighs my embarrassment. “How did you know?”

“Not sure where it comes from, but it’s like when we messed around at the house party and I sensed you wanted me to blow you.”

That’s right. I did think about wanting him on his knees…and then he did just that.

“Are you reading my mind?”

“Not really.” His gaze drifts off. “Have you ever had a dream where you run into someone you’ve never met in real life, but in the dream, you know all these things about them? Just, are certain of them? It’s like that. Makes me a real good lay.” He sports a cocky grin as his gaze meets mine, looking particularly adorable.

Jesus Christ, after the conversation we had,that’swhat’s on my mind?

“A good lay and you know it? Sounds like a dangerous combination.”

“Most people enjoy it.”

My dick shifts in my pants as my thoughts wander.

I imagine him lurching forward and taking my mouth.

Maybe throwing me against a tree and showing me what else he can do with his mouth.

Maybe even with some other parts of his body so I don’t have to think about all the wild shit he and Seth just told me.

His playful expression shifts to concern, and with one hand still on my wrist, he grabs my other arm with his free hand. “Stop,” he warns.

Fuck, he wasn’t kidding about his power.

“Well, touching me certainly isn’t going to make me stop,” I tell him, pulling away, and surely sounding more than a little resentful that he won’t be making my fantasy come true.

“Sorry, yes, you’re right.” He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, but that’s not where I want them right now. “Speaking of which…I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said about me being a sexual predator.”

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