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“Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not fucking okay.” She spun around and pierced me with a glare. “How can I be okay? I was pulled out of my home in the middle of the night because three assholes showed up to kidnap me. One of those assholes already hit me once, knocking me unconscious, and today he thought he would try again. Only this time he tried to grab me and take me with him.”
The bravado in her voice wavered. Her fingers twitched, and she shoved them into the pocket of her jeans. I took a step forward and pulled her against me. I knew I was risking my balls after the last time I had her this close, but I needed to feel her in my arms.
“Stop fighting me and let me hold you.”
“Why, so you can get off and walk out my door again?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough.” Her words were laced with anger. But she turned her head and laid it against my shoulder. Her hands slipped around my waist, and she held on to me.
Afraid to move, I stood there, holding her. Reveling in the feel of her body against mine. I wanted to make it up to her. Wanted her to feel the ecstasy I felt with her lips wrapped around my cock.
I knew what to do. Dakota made sure I’d seen enough of it live and in color. But could I tell her the truth? Could I confess to her that I was still a fucking virgin at twenty-one years old? Would she laugh at me?
She tilted her head back and looked at me. “Why are you thinking so hard?”
A shuddering breath slipped through my lips as I laid my forehead against hers. “I want you so fucking much, Indie.”
“I’m right here.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Indie
Mimic stepped back, letting his arms fall away from me. He perched his ass against the dresser and let his chin fall to his chest. The room was silent except for the beating of my heart. He didn’t really want me after all. The moment I gave in, submitted to him, he stepped away.
Had I given in too quickly the other day? Had he wanted me to fight more? Wanted me to push him away instead of pulling him closer?
There were too many options. So many of the men I had been with wanted different things. When a new client came to the Trick Pony, it was hard to decipher how to meet their needs. Did they want the scared child who cried for their mother? Or the seasoned pro who did all the work, letting them lie there and enjoy themselves, while giving nothing back.
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever been attracted to.”
I sat on the bed and waited for him to continue. It was so hard not to ask him what he meant by that. How was that possible? He was twenty-one years old. I knew enough about what I had been through to know the body’s reaction could be physiological; you could be aroused without being attracted to someone. It was simply the body’s response to stimuli. You could have sex without being attracted to the person; Lord knows I had done it many times.
Not much different from feeling pain from stubbing your toe, or a shiver from being cold. But attraction? Didn’t guys startwanting tits and ass from the time they hit puberty? Was he bisexual? Had he only ever been with men? Was that the issue? Was that why he walked away the other night? Had I just been a hole he could fuck?
“You know Rose I were separated, but do you know why?”
He still hadn’t looked at me. “No, I’ve heard a few rumors, but you know how rumors are.” I kept my voice soft, wanting him to feel comfortable enough to share a piece of himself with me.
And will you share a piece of yourself with him?
Shut up, bitch! We aren’t talking about me.
“Rose and I never knew our father. Never knew anything about him. All we had was our mother until she was taken away from us. We were ten years old when we started living on the street, then one day I was caught by a sadistic asshole and his father.”
I couldn’t stop it; my breath froze in my chest, and my mind immediately went to Daniel Scott and his father, Devlin. Had Mimic been at the Trick Pony? Had he endured the same abuse I had? Had he been trained the way I had been? Always serving and never receiving?
There had been men I found attractive at the Trick Pony. I was aroused by their bodies. Sometimes their faces. Never their personality, though. No, the fact that they had come to the Trick Pony, their sole purpose to have sex with children, was a turnoff.
Mimic lifted his head and stared into my soul. “No one knows the shit I’ve been through except my sister, and even she doesn’t know all of it. But I knew you were mine the first day I met you.”
“The first... but you thought—”
“Yea, you can’t imagine how much that fucked me up.” He ran his hands over his face. “When I found Rose, and if you ever tell her this, I will fucking deny it.” I smiled at him. Hisprotective instinct toward his sister was such a turn-on. “The day I found her, my first thought was thank fuck she wasn’t you.”
