Page 58 of Bad Seed
Sadie’s dark eyes turn into pools of impenetrable desires. With a smile, she pushes on the doorknob and slips inside.
Okay. I got her home without taking off my pants. That’s progress.
Stiff legged, I try to rush to my truck to get home and alleviate my problem, but my damn cock’s caught between my thigh and jeans. Even the slightest step sends a rough stroke down an already wanting to blow missile.
So maybe this night wasn’t a complete success. How do I even tell someone that I’m an eggplant? It never mattered before. Everyone in the Nightshades either knew or they weren’t important enough to know. There my “gift” was useful, but outside of infiltrating and spying, what good was a man who became a vegetable?
Damn it. I claw at my chest, scraping over the muscle I’ve spent a decade building to find the scrawny boy below. Back there, I was an outsider. More than a foreigner, more than an American, I was wrong. A villain from their bogeyman stories. Even at ten and just wanting someone to kick a ball with, I wasn’t to be trusted.
A liar. A thief. A monster.
What if that’s all she’ll see?
What if… What if that’s all I am?
I wasn’t a good man, not before I was rescued by Mr. Ato, and certainly not with him. Do I even know what it means to be good?
My phone chirps with a text from Sadie.
You still here?
Crap, was I supposed to already be gone? Well, there’s no point in lying if she can see me out the window.
Yeah.
I pick up speed to get to my truck when my phone chimes again.
Good.
The front door flies open like it’s been kicked. Sadie comes running out. She damn near leaps for me just as I hold out my arms. Is this another goodbye hug?
I start to embrace her when she kisses me. Hard. Her tongue plies with my lip and slides its way in. I open my mouth to give back. Pressure strokes my cock and I moan into her.
She’s rubbing her palm up my crotch, starting a wild fire nothing can contain.
So, not a goodbye hug.
“What are you…?” I ask as she finally releases me and takes my hand. Before I can get in a breath, she pulls me toward her house. “Where are we going?”
“To my room,” she declares.
“But I thought…your rules…” A teeny voice in the back of my mind is screaming at me that this is a test. But it’s drowning in a sea of testosterone. I trail behind her like a happy puppy.
“Those were for the date, right?” she says as we reach the porch.
“Yeah.” I nod, lost but willing to go with anything that will get me inside of her.
“Well.” She slides the welcome mat back and forth under her twisting foot. “The date’s over.”
A grin rises across my soul. She’s panting, begging for me to fuck her. A good man would turn her down. Go home. Let her sleep off this lust drunk night.
Lucky for me, I’m not a good man.
“You’re right.” I clap my hands to her ass and heave her up me. She gasps then laughs as I kiss her. Sliding her thighs around me, my cock riding against my jeans, I carry her up the stairs. “The date is fucking over.”
I throw open two random doors with Sadie hanging off of me before I finally find her bedroom. The ache’s growing beyond comprehension. We drop to her bed, the whole mattress collapsing down then rebounding her against me. I can’t wait and grab her jeans.
The button pops and I draw the zipper over her rounded belly. As the teeth spread apart, red lace teases below. Fuck. And I thought her dress would be distracting all night. All that denim straining around her legs that’s worn down to strings between her inner thighs… I want to tear the threads apart with my teeth and suck on her skin below.
