Page 2 of From the Ashes
Thank fuck. We can go back to being enemies in the morning, but tonight, I want to make him my own personal bucking beast.
We walk back two more rows, gaining some much-needed distance between us and the party goers. I unlock the cab and pull the bottle of whiskey, and a few other smaller items, from the glove box. Not bothering with cups, I take a swig from the bottle before passing it to him and pocket the items I hope we’ll need soon.
He looks at the bottle like it personally offended him before committing to a decision and throwing back a healthy swallow. He definitely can’t hide his wince this time, but before I can take the bottle from him, he downs a second gulp, bigger than the first, and starts coughing immediately.
“Not a big drinker then?” I smirk.
After another cough, he wipes his mouth. “Not really.” Something flashes in his eyes and whatever hesitation he had a few minutes ago is replaced by a solid resolve to see where this thing between us goes. He takes a bold step closer so that when he hands the bottle to me, pressing it into my stomach, his fingers graze my abs through my shirt. “Or maybe I’m just thirsty for something else.”
Bingo.
This man is like my own fucking kryptonite because there isnothingI love more than a dirty talker in a cowboy hat.
Hooking my index fingers through his belt loops, I yank him closer still, feeling brave thanks to the cheers and laughter coming from the bonfire four hundred yards away.
Up close, I can see the youth in his features.
I’m only twenty, but I look a lot older. Hell, Ifeela lot older. This sport will do that to a person.
“You’ve done this before, right?” I ask him, already fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.
I know I could make it good for him, hell Iamgoing to make it good for him, but I’m not interested in taking someone’s virginity.
Way too much pressure.
The first time is a big deal. A lot of people remember it forever, and despite how I feel about Walker in the arena, no one deserves for their first time to be a quick, rough fuck between enemies and hidden like a dirty little secret their partner is ashamed of.
I’m surprisingly sentimental over shit like that.
Probably because my first-time was a clusterfuck of limbs and expectations. I had sex with a guy before I had sex with a girl, and the dude didnotcare that I’d never taken a dick before. We were both seventeen, but he’d already been having sex for a while.
He finished. I didn’t. And as soon as he was done, he saidthanks, I feel a lot better.Then hezipped his pants and went upstairs in search of more cheese puffs while leaving me on the fucking floor of the bathroom in his parents’ basement, wondering if that’s really how that was supposed to go. When I saw him at school the next day, he didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
The feeling of being used and abandoned stuck around for a long time after that.
Returning to the present, I see Walker sneering at me, and I smile at the snarl on his face. “I’m not a virgin,” he replies, obviously offended I would ask.
“Just covering my bases,” I explain with a wink and a grin.
Walker continues staring at me with a decent amount of loathing in his eyes.
Okay, a hate fuck then. I’m down.
I actually prefer rough sex to gentle caresses and shit. It’s why I tend to enjoy myself more with male partners than female ones.
“We don’t tell anyone about this, understood?” I add. “I don’t need my career being overshadowed by my sex life,” I growl, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him to me, thankful I finally have a reason to touch him as the hum of the high-voltage connection between us settles into my palm.
“And you think I do?” he responds against my lips with fire in his words. “I’ve got just as many eyes on me this season as you…probably more.”
The barb stings, but only because he’s right. Everyone’s watching him, eager to see how the young rookie holds up against the big boys.
“No,” I admit. “I know you don’t. And just for the record, I’m going to kick your ever-loving ass tomorrow.” My smirk is unmistakable right before my lips crash down on his.
“You couldn’t manage it today,” he pants between kisses as I assault his mouth. “What makes you think tomorrow will be any different?”
I pull away from him, and I know the biggest grin is spreading across my face because this is going to beoh so fun. “Cocky little shit, aren’t you?”
He shrugs. “Nothing really little about me.”
