Page 29 of Good Girl
I laugh without any humor. “You don’t get to fuck me, Josh. Not anymore.”
His nostrils flare as he stands, pointing to my pussy. “Then why did you come here with no panties on and show me your vagina,”
Ew. Vagina? Why is he so un-sexy?
“I wanted to see if you got hard.” I shrug, moving my hand to my pussy and parting my folds with my fingers.
“Poppy.” He says my name like a warning, but then he adds, “This isn’t like you.”
It’s exactly like me, he just never took the time to get to know this part. I don’t want to feel ashamed of my desires, of my body and my needs. I want the man I’m with to ache for me the way I ache for Tristan’s touch, Vance’s tongue, for both their cocks.
The vibrations start again, and it steals my breath. My thighs clamp shut, and I lean forward to ride it out. Oh god. Fuck, fuck.
“Are you okay?” A wrinkle forms on Josh’s forehead as he studies my expression.
Right when I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, the vibrations cut off. Sucking in some much-needed oxygen, I stand, marching toward Josh, who has stepped farther away, not closer, despitehis offer. “You’re fucking gay, Josh,” I palm his crotch, rolling my eyes. “Own it, or stop stringing poor Eric along.”
“No one will believe you, Poppy.” I notice the change fromPoptoPoppy, his stare stern. “If you try to tell them about Eric, back home.”
“I want my savings back and everything I bought for this apartment packed up.” I fold my arms and look at him, not masking my disgust. He means our parents, but I wouldn’t do that.
“No,” he scoffs incredulously.
“What?” I snap, stunned.
“The money is for buying a property back home, and everything in here became mine when you decided to fucking leave me.”
“Are you being serious?” My words come out through clenched teeth. “You were having an affair, Josh.”
He grabs my jaw, his fingers painfully digging in, making me cry out. My stomach roils into a knot of fury, fire slithering through my belly when he twists my head and rubs his thumb over my collarbone. “It’s not an affair, and I still want to make things work, so you forfeit everything we put into our future. And by the looks of this love bite on your neck, I’m not the only one stepping out on this relationship.”
I almost trip on my heels when he shoves me away. “Fine, fucking keep it all. I don’t give a shit as long as I get away from you. How dare you put hands on me like that.” I rub at my jaw.
“Don’t be dramatic. Who gave you that bruise?” He points at my chest. “Where have you been staying?”
“That’s none of your damn business. And don’t think we’re the same, Josh. I never cheated on you.” I jab a finger toward him, holding back the urge to smack his stupid face.
“No one will believe that by the time I’m finished slandering your name.” He steps into my face, his rancid spittle hitting mycheeks. “I’ll tell them all how you don’t wear panties and spread yourself around like a godless whore.”
My breath hitches, and tears prickle my eyes. “Who the hell are you? I can’t believe I was going to marry you.”
“Same,” he sneers. “Now get out, and let me know what brothel to send your clothes to.”
“I would sayfuck you, Josh, but I don’t have a cock, and I know that’s what you’re into.” I flinch back when he raises a hand as if to strike me, just as a pounding sounds against the front door, freezing him in place like a cartoon character. He’s never struck me before, and he seems to catch himself now, lowering his hand before storming past me and thundering to the door ripping it open.
I can’t move. That bastard was going to hit me. This has been a lucky escape, who knows what he would have turned into once we were married.
My thighs clench and knees weaken when the pulsing begins inside me again, only this time it’s more intense, vibrating to the point that a moan slips past my lips. I collapse to my knees, compressing my legs together and pushing the hilt of my palm against my pussy to try to stop the pleasure. Or encourage it—I don’t even know, the sensations overwhelm me until little zaps of energy surge through me like my blood is a charge of electric bliss and a moan wants to rip free. I bite down on my tongue and hope I leave a puddle on the floor that Josh slips in.TheBastard.
FIFTEEN
Vance
We could have given her longer–should have, perhaps. But we’re greedy, selfish bastards, and as soon as she left the car, I missed her, hating the thought of her up here with this little twerp.
The door flies open, sending a gust of air swirling around us, rustling a newspaper left in the corridor.
“What?” he barks.
