Page 16 of Love Me Like It's Real
“So let me get it straight. You don’t believe in love but you’re here in a speed-dating event?”
“Maybe I’m being forced to.” I shrug and take the smallest sip of wine yet feel drunker than a second ago.
My cock is pulsing. I’ve never felt like this before. Not even with Mark. Not even when I was young and exploring my sexuality.
What is it about this guy that makes me so horny, in public? Especially a guy who’s being a weirdo, if not a dick.
Oh gosh. Has being rejected by Mark made me develop a perverted kink where I want to be hated? I sure hope not or I’ll have to lock myself in a monastery or something and avoid human contact for the rest of my life and I so don’t want to be a monk.
“Forced? Who would force someone to go speed-dating if they didn't want to?” He scoffs and his pink lips look so shiny and inviting that I have to stop and take a deep breath before I pin him down in front of everyone and have my dirty way with him.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t dated in so long. Maybe my self-induced drought is finally hitting back at me and making me…wild for the first, sexy-as-all-sin person I meet.
“Whoever it is must be very persuasive.” I raise my glass but don’t wait for him to clink with mine before I take a few gulps to quench this unexpected thirst.
When I put it down I realize he doesn’t have a drink.
Curiouser and curiouser.
“Why don’t you just admit you’re here to date.”
“Maybe I’m here to hook up,” I suggest and I don’t miss the way he flinches at that, but not in an “eww, David” kind of way. More like “hook up, you say?”
“Are you?” he asks with a slow slur that makes my insides thrum with need.
I open my mouth to answer him when a laugh from the table next to me wakes me up from this…whatever this is.
“No,” I say instead of what’s in my mind.
It’s all well and good being horny in public but I’m a family man in a small town. I don’t want to get a reputation before anyone’s gotten to know me.
“So you’re back to telling me that you’re being forced to be here.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I don’t believe you.”
“Oh my lord, how can I convince you?” I tease him and put my wine glass on the table before I down its contents in record time.
“Point at the bad guys and tell me where they hurt you,” he says.
I roll my eyes, tap my phone and show him the girls. “They only hurt me when they came out but they can be pretty evil sometimes,” I say.
“Oh,” he says but I don’t miss how his brows knot in confusion and he looks from the phone to me and back to the phone before realization hits him and a smile crosses his face. “They’re cute though.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Which is why it’s hard to say no to them.”
“I can imagine.”
“So…what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m here to save you.”
“Save me?”
“Yeah. From love.”
I laugh again. “Then consider me saved because that’s the last thing on my mind.”
