Page 5 of Make You Love Me

With a cocky smirk, Trent says, “You mean someone might turnTHEGreyson Rexwood down? No fucking way, man.”

My summers here with Trent typically consist of us hooking up with random girls. Trent may have regulars because it’s his hometown, but I never double-dip here in Nori Beach. I am always upfront with them about it being a casual, one-time thing for me, and that never seems to deter them from attempting to get in my pants. He isn’t used to me wanting to hang out with girls for any reason other than sex. This feels different, though.

Ignoring him instead of hitting him back with a cocky response, I direct my attention to Lottie. “You want to chill with me while these two go fuck each other’s brains out?”

The stacked bunny blushes. This girl is an enigma. She can pull from a j like a pro, and has a body built for sin, but she shies away when the conversation turns too sexual, yet she looks at me with lust in her eyes.I can’t figure her out just yet, but I’m damn sure going to try.

She pulls me out of my thoughts. “Sure.”

Lottie turns around toward her friend, who whispers something in her ear and then pecks her on the cheek. It’s easy to see these two are thick-as-thieves.

Before letting her friend leave, Lottie says, “Just come find us in a bit or I’ll send in the rescue squad.” Then she gives Trent one last warning look as she walks my way.

She’s even cuter when she’s trying to be all intimidating.

Trent pulls Ashley away as he responds to Lottie without taking his eyes off his prize. “I’ll take good care of your girl, trust me.” Of course, the asshole then looks our way and winks as he walks off.

Taking that as my cue, I grab Lottie by the hand, pulling her towards the guest house. To my surprise, she moves her hand so that it interlocks with my fingers.

Looking back at her beautiful face that’s covered with a sweet, shy smile... I can tell this girl is too good for me, but fuck me, does her hand in mine feel so right.

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Thirty minutes later, somehow, I’m even more impressed by Lottie. She is literally whooping my ass playingCall of Duty. Thirteen-year-old me would have already come in his pants.

“Fucking Juggernaut got me!” she yells while throwing down her controller, her New York accent showing more with her frustration. She seems to typically be well-spoken and calm but when she gets excited her words lose their “R’s” and she starts using her hands a lot.

I’ve been out of lives for a few minutes so I’m just staring, taking in all her competitive glory. Realizing I find her amusing, she starts laughing. “What? Thomas would give me shit right now if he knew I let that happen.”

As soon as Lottie saw my PlayStation, she told me about her neighbor, Thomas. He got her hooked onCall of Dutywhen she used to babysit him.

According to her, they formed an unlikely bond over video games and pizza. Even though he is fourteen now and doesn’t need a babysitter anymore, they occasionally meet up to game together when she’s back home in New York.

Yeah, back home in New York. Along-ass way from North Carolina. She’s here for the entire summer, so maybe this won’t be the last time I see her.

“Well, I won’t tell him. But speaking of Thomas, how about we order a pizza in honor of him?”

She squeals, “That’s the best idea. I’m starving! Now the question is… what kind of pizza guy are you, Batman?” I like that she keeps calling me Batman even though I’d changed out of the costume almost immediately after getting to the pool house, smiling at how she soaked up every inch of my face like she was committing it to her memory when I took off the mask.

“Well, I’ll eat anything, but since you asked, I was going to order from this spot Trent turned me on to. That high-class fucker got me a pizza with barbecue sauce as the base instead of regular pizza sauce and I’ve been hooked ever since. I dip it in some ranch and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted… so far.”

I can’t help it; she’s too tempting. I can’t say I haven’t thought about tasting her multiple times tonight. The thought of seeing her come apart on my tongue.Fuck Me.

Of course, she catches onto the suggestiveness in my comment and a pink hue takes over her cheeks, but she rolls with it quickly.

“I mean, you’d probably catch a lot of shit in New York for that kind of talk, but I have to admit that actually sounds amazing. I’m down, let’s get it.”

I grab my phone and place the order for delivery. She speaks up again and I notice she put the pillow from the couch over her stomach now that she’s sitting back.

Don’t hide from me Stacks… every inch of you is sexy as fuck, down to the soft curve of your stomach.

“This bunny outfit was cute and all for the party, even if Ashley had to threaten me, but I wish I had some extra clothes. This thing is uncomfortable.”

“I can’t say I’ve minded seeing you in this outfit, but I would love to see what you look like in my clothes, too.” I love how her cheeks flush even more. “Do you want one of my t-shirts and some shorts? I think I have some with a drawstring, they’ll still be big, but you can roll them up.”

She looks shocked by my forwardness, but then it changes to a smile. “That would be perfect. Will the clothes smell like you?” Then she slams her hand over her mouth as I chuckle.

“I hope them smelling like me is a good thing.”

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