Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Bobby.” Christ, that snobby little reproof has me throbbing. “And I like that. I like you giving me shit for my behavior. I shouldn’t be talking to you like that.” I lean down and put my forehead against hers, savoring the heat of her breath on my mouth. “Is there a part of you that enjoys it, though, gorgeous? Because I’m not sure I can stop.”
Her breaths are starting to come faster and I forget we’re in a bar. I forget there are people around. It’s just me and her. In a few short but heavy minutes, it has become me and this girl against the world. I don’t know how to explain it. “It makes me feel…conflicted when you talk to me like that,” she whispers, blinking up at me.
“Tell me your name.”
“Mandy.”
“Mandy,” I growl, gathering her tighter to my lap, my chest. She smells like sweet cream and I want to fucking inhale her. “Why does it make you feel conflicted? Because you think you shouldn’t like it, but you do?”
After a moment, she nods and I almost come in my pants. Something is happening here. Something significant. Critical. My sister was telling me some bullshit recently about a celebrity couple claiming to be one another’s “twin flames” but I swear to God, I think that kind of thing might be real now. This girl has belonged in my arms forever. She’s been missing from me.
“You like me saying I want to put my hands up your skirt. Do you like knowing that if any man in this bar gets too close to you, I will detach their heads from their body?”
She doesn’t even have to answer.
Her excited squirm tells me everything.
Yes. She’s a little confused, but my instant possessiveness speaks to something inside of her. Something unnamed that corresponds to the jealousy in mine.
“Is your cunt wet right now, Mandy?” I whisper into her ear.
All right. That was too far.
She gasps and tries to break free of my arms, but I manage to coral her. Haul her up against me once again, this time on her tiptoes. At this angle, I can see down the front of her sweater, see her nipples pouting where they press to my chest. “I’m sorry,” I say, our lips brushing as I will my balls to stop pounding. “You’re overwhelming me, Mandy. I’m not a virgin, but hell if you don’t make me feel like one. Please let me try again.”
A line fashions itself between her brows and she studies me. “My friends were talking about you and your friends when you walked in. They said…there is one fireman who never takes anyone home. Is that…you?”
“Yes.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t even realize why, but I was waiting to feel like this.”
Her chest rises and falls. “You don’t even know me.”
I slide my fingers into the back of her hair, swaying us side to side, our mouths open and breathing into each other. “Let’s change that, huh?”
Her eyes are glassy. Dazed. Beautiful. “I’m scared,” she whispers. “This happened so fast.”
In the wake of that confession, I realize, she should be scared. She’s roused something very intense and possessive inside of me—and it has only been a matter of minutes. Once I’ve taken her home and fucked her, I can’t even imagine how this infatuation will evolve.
I don’t like her being scared, though. My chest is burning, demanding I fix it.
Make her comfortable.
The only way to do that is to know each other better. Let her know me.
“You said it’s hard for you to make friends, Mandy. Why?”
“Um…” She looks at my mouth and chews on her lip, like she wants to kiss me but doesn’t know how. Mother of God. “Well, I like school. I like being challenged. When I get a good grade, I feel…proud. Gratified. It’s like a rush.”
She likes to be praised.
I’m going to praise the fuck out of her.
“And your friends are intimidated by that?”
“I don’t know if they’re intimidated. More like…” Briefly, she glances across the bar, presumably toward her friends who I couldn’t give two shits about, frankly. “They’re just normal. They’re relatable. They get their happiness from somewhere other than a grade on a piece of paper and that’s okay.”
“As long as they’re not making you feel bad about your achievements, yeah.”
That makes her look thoughtful. Troubled.
Did I just…purposefully plant a seed that could grow into a barrier between Mandy and her friends? I think I did. And I recognize how insanely toxic that is. I shouldn’t be doing it. But that’s the thing about this dangerous possessiveness she’s already coaxing to life inside of me, I don’t really know enough about it to control it.
“How old are you, Bobby?” Mandy asks, her deliciously tight body relaxing against mine, like she can’t help it—and I know damn well I’m fucking her tonight. As soon as I can manage it. And every night after that for the rest of my life. Raw. No condom. I’m going to film our first time on my phone, so I can capture every little gasp, every little shake and whimper of her virginity going out the goddamn window.