Page 21 of Like An Animal
Jeremy Borza is lacking in all three of those departments.
Jer is hot in an emo boy type of way. He doesn’t like people in general, focuses on his band and watching movies on his projector… and me.
Even though we’ve lived in the same house for nearly a decade and he’s been my personal bodyguard, I don’t really know that much about him. He’s a closed book. Not just to me but to everyone else. There’s a reason people assume he’s either mute or deaf.
“I can walk,” I grumble as he carries me in his arms through the house.
“Uh-huh.”
Seriously, I’m notthatdrunk. I only had two beers. I didn’t even smoke pot. He drank more than I did and yet he treats me as if I’m so intoxicated that I can’t function.
“Just put me down.”
Silence.
“Jeremy,” I grit through my clenched teeth.
Silence.
“I swear, if you don’t put me down, I won’t fuck you.” My wording was very intentional. He has fucked me twice already, but this next time, I want to have control. I don’t know when the next time will be, but when it happens, I want to be the one with power over him.
His head snaps around and he stares down at me, a look of horror on his face… as if he never thought I would ever tell him no.
Ugh, men.
Then he gives me a smug smile and takes another step, which takes him to the second floor. I scowl, giving him the dirtiest look I have in my arsenal.
“What now, little ghost?”
I wait silently for him to say or do something, but he remains impassive. So I do the only thing a self-respecting woman cando. I reach under my ass and tickle his inner thigh, one of the few places Jeremy is ticklish.
In the blink of an eye, he’s on his knees and I’m out of his hold.
“That was a cheap shot,” he grunts, but I hold my head high as I sashay my way to his room and throw open the door.
Once I hear the door close behind me, I peel the band t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor before crawling into bed.
“What are you doing?”
I ignore him as I push off my shoes before moving onto my jeans. I slide them down my legs before dropping them on the floor.
Usually when I change my clothes in his room, I do it in the bathroom with privacy, but he’s already fucked me. What’s the harm in him seeing me naked?
I’ve always wanted to sleep in the nude and I bet having me in his bed and being unable to touch me while naked will just about kill him, especially if he has been fantasizing about me as long as he says he has.
Reaching behind my back, I unsnap my bra and throw it to the floor before taking a look at him. Jeremy leans against the wall, rubbing his cock through his jeans while his dark eyes remain locked on me.
I push down my panties and slip them to my ankle. I slip out one foot before I fling them at Jer. His eyebrows drop, darkening his expression, as he squeezes himself through his pants.
I let my legs fall apart before running my fingers down my body. His eyes follow my movements as my fingers dip between my thighs and I press a finger inside me. I arch into it and let out a loud moan as he moves to the bed. I prepare myself for whatever he is going to do, but he grips the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. His chest rises rapidly and the manlooks ready to break, right on the edge of becoming feral like an animal.
I like it when he looks at me like this.
I press another finger inside me before running my thumb over my clit. “Jer. Oh my god,” I whimper as I pull my fingers out before pushing them back in.
He climbs onto the bed and moves toward me, but I push my foot against his shoulder, stopping him. He scowls at me. He looks like a dog being taunted with a steak.
I click my tongue with a tsk before slowly shaking my head. “I warned you,” I taunt him and his eyes narrow before he turns his face. Jeremy kisses my ankle with a groan.
