Page 79 of Green Flag
She cocked her head to the side, looking me up and down. “So I can punch now?”
“You can throw your fist at someone without breaking your thumb, yes,” I told her, trying to stop my smile. If Pedro touched her now, I had no doubt she’d hurt him more than herself. “Want to go again?”
She didn’t answer, just lowered into her ‘sitting-on-the-toilet’ position.
“Now I want you to groan,” I muttered in her ear as I bent to pick up the paddle from the floor.
She blinked. “I know it’s a paddle, but what are you going to do? Spank me with it?”
I wanted to drag it lightly up her leg like I had her own fingers. All the way to that spank-worthy ass where I’d lightly tap it, half jokingly.
Half.
“Don’t tempt me, Everly.”
Her eyes sparkled brighter, intense on mine.
Down, boy.
“You haven’t spanked me before,” she sighed whimsically, stepping closer. She looked down at my hands. “I can imagine just how hard you can hit.”
My head lowered. Fuck. We needed to stay close because, yes, I was fully erect now.
“And how wet you’d get me.”
She pressed a finger into my chest with enough pressure for me to step back. “You got me in a state.”
Her delicate fingernails were painted in green and red — my colours. If I had my way, they would also have 68 drawn on them.
Was my mouth watering over the thought of her finger and how she’d let me suck on it before? Shit.
“Don’t know why you took that glove off, Bacque. We’re not done here.”
She slid it back on, then struggled with the velcro again as I sat back onto one of the jumping blocks.
“Can you do me up?” She offered her wrist. I pulled the constraint tighter.
“You’ll have to use the bag.”
“Why?” she frowned and eyed the thing with distaste. “I’d rather beat you up.”
“Well, now, you’ve gotmein a state.” I waved a hand over my lap.
Her mouth dropped open, the corners turning up in absolute delight. “No,” she nearly choked on her breathy laugh. She fell to her knees and placed her hands beside me on the box. “No way. Luca Mendes, do I affect you so much?” she tormented.
I shook my head in my hands.
Marco called over, “You okay, Luca?”
Through my fingers, I could see Everly lift her gloved hands, trying to give a thumbs-up. “He’s justswell.” She was turning red, her lips pursed so tightly together as she tried to contain her laughter. “Or, should I say,swellingup,” she whispered to me and then a laugh erupted from her, so loud it could burst eardrums. But it was music to my ears.
She stopped abruptly, finishing with a breathless smile before turning to the bag.
But Marco had started to walk over, grinning like a smug bastard, a couple of water bottles in hand. “You’ve got a type,” he said, nodding towards Everly. “Big eyes. Good punch.”
I caught the bottle mid-air. “Just the one girl. And yeah—turns out I like trouble.”
Everly didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted her head, pretending to focus on peeling off the Velcro of her glove, but I caught the smile she was trying to hide. That pleased little smirk I wanted to tease out of her always.
