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“Your friend’s a whore,” he says, bluntly. “She’s a fucking drive-thru, not much you can do for her, unless you want to join her?” He stops next to his truck and stares pointedly down at me. “You got fast food pussy you want to offer?”
My tongue darts out to nervously lick my bottom lip. “No,” I murmur, ducking my head as heat explodes in my cheeks. “Not to them.”
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Please let me have said those words in my head!
God, please!
When he tucks his fingers beneath my chin to slowly raise my head, I’m beyond mortified to see his expression, afraid I’ll find mocking laughter there. But when I look up at his face, there’s an intense, smoldering blaze in his hooded eyes. “If you’re offering up your pussy to me, be damn sure it comes with no emotional baggage.” Still holding onto my jaw, he angles my head slightly before leaning in to place his warm lips at the shell of my ear, “I’ll take your pussy, Aylee, gladly.” An eruption of shivers bursts along every inch of my skin as flames of heat lick between my thighs, liquefying my pulsating flesh. “But I don’t want your heart. You can keep that,” he adds.
I plummet from the height of burning desire and fall into a pit of cool despair. He’s so good at taking me from one spectrum of my emotions to another so quickly that I need to know how he gained this ability. When did I give him the power to hurt me?
“Good.” My attempt at playing cool I’m sure is an epic failure, but I maintain my composure. “It’s not something I’d offer you anyway.”
Curiosity bleeds into his unerring stare before the corner of his mouth lifts into a half smirk. “Let’s keep it that way.”
Chapter 16
Maddox
I read her like a book. She thinks she’s hiding her emotions, but they play across her beautiful face like a silent movie. I have to admire her for trying, though, even if her large, expressive eyes make it impossible for her. But honestly, this is the way it’s going to be. I’m stupid enough to think about going a few rounds in the sheets with her. And I’ll even find someone to complete the trio, but I can’t have this turn into anything that resembles a relationship.
Inside my truck, I can’t keep my eyes off of her. It’s like I’m seeing her for the first time and my brain and dick don’t quite know how to cope. I know she’s pretty, beautiful even, in that helplessly sweet and innocent way that calls to a guy’s protective instinct. It makes you want to wrap her in your arms and fight monsters for her. But right now she’s the furthest thing from vulnerable or sweet and innocent. Right now, she’s sexy as fuck. Aylee in that outfit is appealing to a far more baser, darker part of my instincts that wants her on her knees in front of me, jacking me off until I spray my cum all over her stunningly beautiful face. Mark her, claim her, right down to the most animalistic level.
The skirt, the top, and those goddamn thigh-high socks, they’re all a working visual for my dick. The only thing keeping my hand from slipping beneath her skirt is knowing if I touch her, I know for damn sure I’m not going to be able to stop until she’s bouncing on my dick.
“Watch out!”
“Fuck!” I stomp on the brake, and quick reflexes are the only things keeping us from ramming into the car in front of us. There’s no impact, but our bodies lean forward from the abrupt deceleration of the truck, only to slam us back into our seats when we come to a dead stop.
“You all right?”
She nods, and her eyes are wide with fear when she looks at me and all I want to do is grab her face and kiss the hell out of her plump, dark red lips.
“I’m okay.” Like a shark with the scent of blood, I track the path of that little pink tongue as it darts across her lips and disappears inside her mouth. What I wouldn’t give to taste it. Taste her. “How about you? Are you all right?” she questions.
Far from it. I want to pull you across the armrest of my truck, slide your panties aside, and ease you down on my rock-hard dick. I want inside that tight pussy, right the fuck now.
I clear my throat. “I’m good.”Bullshit. I shift around my seat, and slip a hand around my package to adjust myself. Willpower and stubbornness are the only things keeping my foot on the gas as I continue our drive.
She doesn’t even realize how lucky she is right now. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be on her so fast she wouldn’t even know what hit her until I was deep inside her cunt.
“Those guys with Mallory…are they friends of yours?” I hear her ask and I have to pull my head out of the nice little fantasy I have her starring in just to concentrate on what she’s saying. She’s talking about Tek and Blay. Those two are the furthest thing from friends. Fact is, they aren’t supposed to be in this part of town. Only reason why Dro put up with them in his territory is because he is working on a deal with Deacon, their boss. Dro had asked me to cover this rave tonight, push as much SKY as I could. But then, because he’d also advised me to do nothing except keep an eye on them, I spent the better part of the night pissed as fuck watching these guys sell their second-rate shit in our territory.
And then I saw her. Highly impossible considering the dance floor was teeming with an orgy of overstimulated, oversexed teenagers, but I knew down to an instinctual level that it was her. I know her walk. I’m not sure when I memorized it but somehow I knew the girl walking up the staircase with the short, fluid strides and the subtlest sway to her hips was Aylee. I’d followed to be doubly sure. I’m glad I did. I hadn’t been talking out of my ass about wanting to throw that high-as-fuck asshole who’d thought he could lay his hands on her off the platform’s railing. It would’ve been pretty damn awesome to see his skull crack on the concrete floor. Lucky for him, she was there.
“I don’t have friends.”
“Oh.”
That soft little sound does something to me and the next thing I know I’m explaining why the fuck I don’t have a buddy to shoot the breeze with. “I’m not very good with people. Friendships, dating, that’s all pointless to me. People generally hold my interest only as long as they remain useful to me. Once you’ve served your purpose, you don’t exist to me anymore.”
“That’s sad,” she remarks softly, with only compassion in her voice, but her tender brand of empathy chafes at my chest like sandpaper.
“That’s me.”
Chapter 17
