Page 31 of Stella
I swipe a hand over my face. “In handcuffs if I had my way,” I mutter.
She laughs out loud and it’s a beautiful sound. More resonate than anything I’ve heard in a long while. Such is the life of a copwho rarely sees good things in a day’s work. “I hope you don’t mean the kinky way, ew. Or do you swing both ways?” She gives me a jiggle of her eyebrows.
I frown. “No, in a’ I’ll lock you up in jail if you make one more move’, kinda way. And for the record, I swing toward women and women only.”
“Oh. Good to know.”
“Glad we have that settled.”
I barely finish my sentence before she bleats; “I know you think I’m just some ho who’s shaking her ass in a club, letting men grope her, but I don’t play like that, really.”
What is she telling me — she’s a saint? “You’re young, you’re allowed to have fun,” Just not with men touching you. “Just know that creeps will hit on you when you’re drunk, and keep buying you more drinks.”
“I don’t give it away for free.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“I would never do that.”
“Noted.”
“But I mean, my legs look good in this skirt,” she bleats.
I do not answer.
“Don’t they?” she prompts.
“Uh, is that a trick question?”
She holds up a finger in front of her face, extending it out towards me. “For the record, I don’t give it away at all.” She winks at me. “If you get what I mean.”
My eyebrows knit together. I don’t get what she means, but there’s no point pursuing it. “Uh, okay.”
“I’m a virgin,” she blurts with a long sigh tacked onto the end.
My cock almost doubles in size at her words.What in the goddamn actual fuck?
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My little firecracker is a virgin?
“I know, I know, there’s something wrong with me,” she goes on.Why is she still talking?“But I think it’s that I don’t connect with guys sexually, like, it takes time. I have to get to know them, and actually like them. I want to be courted; actually taken out on a date, not just banged in the back of a truck with a faceless name. I blame my dad. He made me wary of every boy that liked me growing up, he told me to stay away from the pretty ones, and the ones he didn’t like he’d just threaten to hide them out in the bayou.”
I see nothing has changed there. “I…”
I feel her looking at me again. “You?”
“I think I’m gonna stop at the Burger Joint and grab you some food and some strong coffee.”
“I like those blueberry slushies, and can you make sure it’s a veggie burger, I don’t eat meat.”
She looks out the window as if she didn’t just drop a big fucking bombshell in my lap. I can’t let it go. I have to fucking know how this woman is still a virgin, or maybe she’s yanking my chain. Okay, sometimes girls do wait, but not that many. The fact that nobody has been in her bed, or she hasn’t given her virginity away ‘in the back of a truck with a faceless name,’ as she so eloquently put it, only makes my dick throb harder. Nobody has been inside her pussy. Nobody has given her an orgasm that way. Holy fucking shit. It makes me wonder how far she has gone, and what she’d let somebody do. Not somebody…me.
I think this woman may just be my undoing, and I’m powerless to stop the thoughts.
She can’t just lay that on me, and then ask for a blueberry slushie and a veggie burger.
Stella’s a fucking bombshell… and nobody has fucked her. I have no fucking words.
I swear to God, if I don’t stop gripping this steering wheel right now, I’ll crush the damn thing with my bare hands.
