Page 560 of Hell Hath No Fury
I’d fucked him. Crossed the line. I’d seen Wolf fuck and chuck a lot of girls over the years. Myself included. Was that what would happen now? He’d conquered me, and he’d move on to the next…
Pushing to my feet, I yanked down the skirt of my dress. “We can’t do that again.” Or anything, because how could we go back from that? He was great at eating pussy, but it would never compare to his dick. We’d cross this line again and again. It was asking for a broken heart with a guy like him.
“Why the hell not?”
I turned to face him. “Because you sleep with anything with a vagina. I don’t want to be one of those girls.”
“You’re not.”
I met his gaze, taking in his furrowed brows, those full lips pressed together. He almost looked upset. But no, that was just wishful thinking from my naïve little heart. The part of me that wanted to actually mean something to him when I knew I didn’t.
“Says every player to every girl.” I cupped his jaw and dragged my thumb along his bottom lip. “It was fun.” I tried to play it cool, to act as though I hadn’t stupidly gotten attached to the guy I had once hated.
“Come on, Nora. I’ve had a thing for you ever since eighth grade.”
“You took my virginity and then banged half the school, Wolf. So, I find that hard to believe.”
“You took my virginity, then I asked you to be my girlfriend, and you laughed at me.”
“Bullshit did I take your virginity.”
He’d always been a player since we were thirteen.
“When you asked to date me, I thought you were being a dick and making fun of me.”
“I asked you to be my girlfriend because I liked you…”
“You did?”
“Ido.”
A little thrill shot through me, although I had no idea what to do with that confession. I’d always known liking him was stupid.
“Just go on one date with me,” he said. “One.”
I stared at him, at the open, almost-pitiful expression on his face. I couldn’t help but be cynical, but what did I have to lose with one date? I’d like him more. Was he worth taking the chance on? I wasn’t sure, but Iwasalready addicted to the asshole.
“Fine.” I huffed. “One date.”
Smiling, he caught me around the waist and yanked me to the edge of the mattress before slamming his lips over mine in a drugging kiss.
“We should go back to the party.” I scratched over the stubble of his jaw, my tongue tangling with his before I pulled away. It would be too easy to stay here and fuck him all night. “Or they’ll know what we’re doing.”
“Nora, Hendrix is like the sex whisperer. He can sense when someone’s fucked.” Wolf tugged his jeans back on. “And I’m not keeping you a secret anymore.”
“I thought you liked sneaking around.”
“I do, but I like you more.”
I’d never heard Wolf say he liked a girl, and my hopeful little heart wanted to be his exception, even as my head said not to get attached. We hadn’t been on a date yet.
He put on his shirt, then kissed my forehead before he reached for the door. That was when I softened slightly, when I started to believe that maybe this was real. Words were one thing, but forehead kisses…
“Another One Bites the Dust” echoed up the stairwell, Hendrix’s voice lifting above the notes.
Wolf held my hand as we descended into the lion’s den. “You know he’s going to give us shit. Just ignore him.”
“I knew it!” Hendrix shouted the moment we stepped into the packed living room.
My attention snapped to the couch where he sat with Lola in his lap.
A shit-eating grin spread over his face before he started his own rendition of the song already playing. “Are you banging on the edge of my bed?” he sang over the lyrics. “The semen rip out of Wolf’s dick, to the moans of Snora, yeah. Another pimp bites the dust…And another pimp bites the dust.”
Wolf flipped him off, then hooked his arm around my waist and slammed his mouth to mine. And from the way that kiss stole my breath, something told me it wouldn’t just be one date…
THE END
