Page 1 of Bangin': Knuckles Sexy Bites
Prologue
Why is it that,when a woman makes a move, it’s viewed as a bad thing? What is up with the double standard? Why is a woman considered a whore, yet a man is considered sexy when he goes after what he wants? Why should I have to wait for a man to take it? Why do I always have to wait until a guy has the balls to show me what he’s madeof?
I don’t. Notanymore.
I’m tired of waiting. I have done it for twenty-six years when it comes to one man. Now, time is up. The clock has wound down to the end, and he doesn’t even knowit.
I don’t want to just sleep with him. No, I want him toseeme. The real me. The me who has been right in front of his damn face for the past twenty-six years. The woman I have grown up to be, not some bratty kid who happens to be his best friend’s sister. Not that he’s ever treated me like a brat, but he has always kept his distance from me; has never let mein.
Sure, he was there to help when my prom date turned into an asshole, and he was there when my car broke down on the side of the road. But all those things were in a brotherly love kind of way. Since I already have a brother, Jax, Sanders’ best friend, I don’t needanother.
I have never held Sanders in that category, but he has regarded me as a sister. In fact, he has locked me up tightly in that box, and it’spainful.
“What’s wrong?” Sanders asks, coming up the driveway, and embarrassment floods my cheeks. He is so not the person I want to see in this moment. Please, someone strike me with lightning and put me out of mymisery.
Nope, not even a cloud in the sky.Dammit.
“Oh, ya know. Just waiting for a date who decided to stand me up. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Only then did Sanders take a very good look at me seeing my royal blue dress that hugs me at the top and flairs out at the waist. Even hunched over he can see the fabricflowing.
“Prom,” he whispers out sosoftly.
“Yep. No big deal. Who wants to go to that shit any way.” I lie deeply, feeling hurt that Brad stood me up; who the hell does something like that. When I called him, he actually laughed at me and I could hear others doing thesame.
“Brad didn’tcome?”
I chuckle, unamusingly letting that conversation replay in my mind, clasping my hands in front ofme.
“It was all a joke, him asking me.Asshole.”
Sanders stands in front of me, and all I can see is his tennis shoes because no way do I want to look up. This is what hell is, right here. “Give me five,” he says mysteriously, dashing into the house, where I know my brother isn’t because he should be on his way home from worknow.
Shortly after the door closed, it opens back up and Sanders stands in my brother’s dark suit, white shirt opened at the collar, and black shoes. “What are you doing?” I ask, astonished at the beauty that is before me. There should be laws that guys can’t be thishandsome.
“We’re going to yourprom.”
My breath catches in my throat, and it takes him reaching down and grabbing my hand for me to rise and follow him to hiscar.
The night is beautiful. Sanders helps me forget all about Brad even though I felt his glares on me, but didn’t care. I’m with the guy I’ve crushed on for years, and as he holds me in his arms swaying back and forth to the music, bliss fills meinside.
Of course, the night didn’t end as I wanted it to. When Sanders drove me home after the dance, we stood at the front step staring at each other, his warm eyes calling me. I knew mine were begging for him to kiss me, just once so I’d remember it forever. When he blinked, shook his head, and said, ‘Had fun, little sis,’ everything inside me crumbled to the ground around my feet. Those four little words sealed ourfate.
To this day, I don’t get the sultry looks from those icy blue eyes he gives other women around town. I get the caring ones, the ones that are reserved for a family member, asister.
I’m done with being invisible. Sanders Becker is mine. If he doesn’t see that shit, I’m going to force himto.
