Page 68 of The B!tch List

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” I asked, with my eyes still on the happy family tableaux in front of me.

“If you do.”

I turned to see Shaw’s blue eyes were dark and hungry and I didn’t think I’d wanted something so much in all of my life. Okay, so I was pretty sure I might regret it in the morning, but life was too damn short.

“I do.”

Shaw looked over to the table where we’d been sitting and everyone was occupied with either drinking, talking, or congratulating the happy couple.

His hand tightened around mine. “Let’s go.”

“Where to?” I asked as he pulled me behind him.

“There can only be one place,” he said. “The place that it all began.”

I giggled knowing that we were on our way to the back of the Delaney’s barn, and I couldn’t wait.

Nancy’s Bitch List for Shaw

Maximus Douchimus

Captain Shitsmear

Shit Talking Cock Womble

Dildohead

Dipshit Cockhead

Scrote Noggin

AssiliciousFat Ass

Fucknuckle

Bronocchio

Asshobbit

Jerkass

Studly McStudly

When I pushed Nancy against the barn wall, I was sure I’d combust with the need building up inside of me. Every day I seemed to want her more which wasn’t right. We were supposed to hate one another. We had since high school and things weren’t supposed to change now. The problem was with those long, tanned legs and that dark hair that fell down her back, almost touching her heart-shaped ass, she had me hooked. All that and her magical pussy.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her, relishing in the feel of her tongue on mine. Fire pulsed through my veins as she hooked her fingers in my belt loops and pulled me closer. Her body was soft and warm against mine in the gentle breeze of the evening and when she let out a soft moan, something changed inside of me. It was like I’d been hypnotized, and someone had snapped their fingers waking me up from my fuck buddy stupor. Sex against the wall of a barn suddenly didn’t feel right. I wanted to be inside her, more than anything, but I wasn’t sure that this was the way I wanted it. I couldn’t comprehend the thought that was blowing around my head that I wanted more than this from her.

“Nancy, are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, dropping my forehead to hers, not sure how to put into words what I was thinking. Not sure I wanted to. “We can go somewhere else… your apartment?”

She frowned and dropped her arms to her sides, the palms of her hands going flat against the wood of the barn. There was rejection in her eyes, and I felt like a shit for putting it there because that was the last thing I was trying to do. The total opposite in fact.

“I swear I want this, Nance. I just think you deserve something better.” I ran my finger down the v on the neck of her white dress and then placed my palm over her heart. It was beating fast and hard, echoing mine. “Your heart is racing.”

She placed her hand over mine and exhaled slowly.

“I thought that you hated me,” she said. “So why would you care what I deserve?”

“I don’t actually think that Ihateyou.” I rolled my eyes and earned a giggle from her which broke the tension. “You definitely hate me though. You have for years, and why is that by the way?”

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