Page 55 of For The Weekend
I scoff. “Why don’t you try it with some feeling next time, huh? Maybe it’ll sound more believable.” I pull Eloise behind me, angling my body to shield her as we pass Mrs. Thorne, not bothering to lower my voice as I wrap my arm around her,pulling her into my side. “Is this what you’ve had to put up with all these years?”
Eloise sniffles once and then shakes her head like she has water in her ears. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“It’s not fine, and you’re not fine.” I tug her into an alcove and push her back against the wall, skating my hands over her as if searching for bullet wounds.
Might as well be, for how her mother so easily cut her down.
When I’m satisfied Eloise is all right for the moment, I slide one hand around her neck and the other around her waist. “Your mother’s full of shit, you know that, right?”
She nods, but it’s not good enough.
“Say it.”
“She’s full of shit.”
“I know it’s hard, but don’t let her make you feel bad. She’s taking out her unhappiness on you, but it’s bullshit. Whatever she says, it’s wrong.”
“I know,” Eloise eventually replies, too weakly for me.
I want my confident girl back.
“Tell me what you’re good at.”
She wrenches her head back. “What?”
“Tell me what you’re good at.” I bend my neck, placing a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Tell me something you’re good at, and I’ll show you what I’m good at.”
Her exhale is ragged, and she sways slightly, her hands clinging to my T-shirt. “I, um, I’m really good at baking.”
“Yeah, you are.” I kiss her lips but don’t linger. “What else?”
“I…am good at…” She tilts her head up when I skim my nose along her jaw. “Riding a bike.”
I nip her earlobe. “I think you can do better than that. What else are you good at?”
She swallows. “Being a friend.”
I hum in agreement and leave a wet kiss on her throat. “You’re a really great friend.”
Her tits brush my torso with each of her breaths. “I’m pretty good at sports. Volleyball, basketball, even golf.”
I picture her in a tiny golf skirt, her thick thighs and ass on display, and lower my mouth to her collarbone, licking the divot there. “What else are you good at?”
“Making people laugh.”
I pull down the neckline of her dress and drag my teeth over the soft and pillowy mounds of her breasts. If I knew where to find the zipper, I’d take the goddamn thing off, but the light is too low and I’m not that patient. Instead, I let my hand drift from her waist to her thigh and glide it back up to her ass, taking the bottom of her dress with it. I squeeze her cheek, gripping it tightly, and she inhales sharply. “Roman.”
“Tell me one more thing you’re good at, and I’ll show you,” I say, slipping my fingers under her thin lace panties. “One more, sunshine. Tell me.”
She rolls her hips like the needy thing she is, and I push her harder against the wall, grinding my cock against the sweet heat of her pussy, hidden only by a mere scrap of material. With her hands on the back of my head and neck, she forces my mouth to hers as she murmurs, “I’m good at making you smile.”
I grin into a kiss. “Fucking right, you are.”
Then I give her what she wants and pull her underwear to the side to slide two fingers up and down her slit before circling her clit. She responds by sighing into my mouth, biting and pulling at my lip, surprising the shit out of me.
Sunshine likes it a little rough, eh?
I grunt and clutch her hair in my fist, tugging, forcing her head back until she’s staring at the ceiling. “Now you get to learn what I’m good at. Let’s see how quick I can make youcome all over my fingers. How long you think it’ll take?” I suck on her pulse point at the same time I thrust my fingers into her wet heat, barely holding back a possessive growl. I own this pussy. It’s mine now. “Come on, sunshine. Show me how you like it.”
