Page 103 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“What?” He shrugged. “I’m not the only one looking.”
I was well aware of that. Every guy we passed gawked at her. Even the ones who were afraid of me snuck a peek at her ass.
Giving them all a glare, I tightened my hold on Georgia’s arm and pulled her closer to me.
“Ouch,” she whined. “You don’t have to be so rough.”
My jaw ticked. “You haven’t seen rough yet.”
But she would. I’d make her regret every decision she made tonight, and I’d start by washing that shit off her face. What the fuck was Georgia thinking anyway? Who the hell told her it was okay to leave the house looking like that?
“Where are your glasses?” I thought she needed them to see.
She smiled up at me all sweet and innocent, and sang, “I’m wearing contacts.”
Those were going in the trash. I was the only person who got to see her naked eyes.
“Where did you get those clothes?” They sure as shit weren’t hers.
“Rachel gave me the jeans.”
Who the fuck was Rachel?
“I’m not sure if I like them.” Georgia felt around her hip and down her leg, as if testing the denim fabric. “Do they look okay?”
“No,” I grumbled.
I fucking hated those pants. Mostly because of how much I liked the way she looked in them. I’d been hard from the second I saw her, all dressed up. And her little panic attack didn’t help.
There was something about a distressed woman that got me going, but when Georgia looked up at me with vulnerability in her big green eyes, I almost fucked her right then and there.
But I had to control myself. I couldn’t fuck her yet. There were rules. I had to bend her will and break her before I could have her. There was no rush to do it before. Especially, consider that the longer I took to claim her, the more I could piss my father off.
Now, however, I couldn’t stop looking at her. It was fucking annoying. Not only that. but I was having urges that I’d never had before, like wanting to punch every motherfucker that looked at her. I don’t know if my frustration was messing with me, or if I didn’t want the hassle of chasing off some other asshole, but whatever it was, it was pissing me off.
If I could jerk off, then maybe I could relax a bit. Instead, I was walking around with a perpetual hard-on like a teenager. Ravi’s addiction to porn wasn’t helping any. Those bitches and their fake moans haunted my dreams. There was no break from my sexual tension. Even Georgia’s popped-out pouty lip turned me on.
“You don’t like my pants?”
Why was she whining at me? Didn’t she know how fucking stupid she sounded? “No, I fucking hate those pants.”
And yet she continued to whine. “What’s wrong with them?”
If I shoved my dick in her mouth, would she shut up?
“Don’t listen to Issac,” Levi stopped in front of the parlor door and smiled over his shoulder at Georgia. “I think you look hot.”
I just bet he did. He practically drooled every time he looked at her.
My glare narrowed on Levi. “I will hurt you.”
“You’re just mad that she didn’t call you handsome.”
I was, that was the fucked-up part.
“Oh no.” Georgia sucked in a gasp and slapped her hand on my chest. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
Really? I did not feel bad.
