Branded: You Own Me & The Virgin's Night Out by Shiloh Walker Page A
Authors: Shiloh Walker
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you’re trying to help, but until she’s ready to give me a chance, I have to be careful how I handle this.”
“This is how you handle it?” Selah asked. She flew off, launching into a litany of Spanish, and for a minute, Decker managed to smile.
She started to wind down, muttering under her breath for a few more seconds. Finally, she flung out a hand toward the dance floor, almost knocking over the Guinness he’d ordered. “ Qué carajo clase de mierda jodida es ésta? You stupid pendejo . You want to watch her go out on dates, huh? That is your master plan? You sit by while other guys find out how amazing she is? That’s not a plan . That’s stupid .”
A headache pulsed behind his right eye. “I know what
I’m doing.”
At least he hoped he did.
He was betting everything he had on it. Decker didn’t have much. Just his heart and soul, and she pretty much owned those anyway, so what did he have to lose, really?
• • •
I had a dream about you last night.
Lizzie rubbed at her tired eyes as she leaned against the counter. She’d opened the app for Wanna Play after she’d brewed herself the strongest, hottest cup of coffee imaginable and now, with one line—those seven simple words—one of her connections had managed to clear her mind better than ten cups of coffee—and he had about the same effect on her heart.
Oleander.
That was what he went by. The name on his profile, once she’d accepted his connection request, was Chuck. Chuck Oleander.
She liked Oleander, even though it was an odd pick for a name.
Granted, it might be possible that she liked him because of the name.
She had a love for oleander, even as deadly as it could be.
That was why she’d clicked on his profile anyway.
She knew Chuck Oleander might not be his real name—she used Tin Lizzie for her profile—so yeah, the name thing was a weird reason to base anything on, but he’d met her other standard—he didn’t post dick pics.
She rubbed her lip for a minute before she opened the messenger center and replied.
Did you?
Yes. I’d tell you, but it would embarrass you .
His reply somehow managed to convey teasing and a subtle warning.
Why don’t you tell me what you did instead ?
Maybe I want to hear about the dream.
She checked the time. She had a good forty minutes before she had to open the doors and everything was mostly ready. She could…she bit her lip, guilt niggling inside her. Was it bad that she was actually enjoying this?
Well, the thing is, I tell you all about my dreams, tell you all sorts of things about me. But you don’t talk that much about you.
She bit her lip. This was where she got nervous. Okay, she’d had fun with Loren last night— so much fun. And he’d kissed her…
Her heart sped up thinking about it. He’d kissed her, pulled her in so tight, she’d felt everything . So maybe that solid body of his wasn’t all rock-hard muscle like Decker, but he was definitely strong and he definitely wanted her. She’d felt it. Through both their clothes, there had been no doubt about the fact that his hard-on had been pressed up against her belly as he kissed his way down her neck.
It had been… fun .
But she still didn’t understand why he’d wanted to go out with her to begin with.
Or Oleander.
Especially Oleander.
The few pictures he had online didn’t show his face, but the man
was ripped. There was one of him in a skin-tight black shirt and the
muscles he had would have given Chris Hemsworth as Thor as run for his money. He was probably as built as Decker.
He didn’t show his face, but that was okay.
Some people didn’t.
She could understand it. Her pictures didn’t clearly show her face. She was looking down or had her hair obscuring her face. Anything to keep her from being identified if the pictures were seen by people who knew her. The site went from just those looking for a casual hook-up to some serious kinks and it
“This is how you handle it?” Selah asked. She flew off, launching into a litany of Spanish, and for a minute, Decker managed to smile.
She started to wind down, muttering under her breath for a few more seconds. Finally, she flung out a hand toward the dance floor, almost knocking over the Guinness he’d ordered. “ Qué carajo clase de mierda jodida es ésta? You stupid pendejo . You want to watch her go out on dates, huh? That is your master plan? You sit by while other guys find out how amazing she is? That’s not a plan . That’s stupid .”
A headache pulsed behind his right eye. “I know what
I’m doing.”
At least he hoped he did.
He was betting everything he had on it. Decker didn’t have much. Just his heart and soul, and she pretty much owned those anyway, so what did he have to lose, really?
• • •
I had a dream about you last night.
Lizzie rubbed at her tired eyes as she leaned against the counter. She’d opened the app for Wanna Play after she’d brewed herself the strongest, hottest cup of coffee imaginable and now, with one line—those seven simple words—one of her connections had managed to clear her mind better than ten cups of coffee—and he had about the same effect on her heart.
Oleander.
That was what he went by. The name on his profile, once she’d accepted his connection request, was Chuck. Chuck Oleander.
She liked Oleander, even though it was an odd pick for a name.
Granted, it might be possible that she liked him because of the name.
She had a love for oleander, even as deadly as it could be.
That was why she’d clicked on his profile anyway.
She knew Chuck Oleander might not be his real name—she used Tin Lizzie for her profile—so yeah, the name thing was a weird reason to base anything on, but he’d met her other standard—he didn’t post dick pics.
She rubbed her lip for a minute before she opened the messenger center and replied.
Did you?
Yes. I’d tell you, but it would embarrass you .
His reply somehow managed to convey teasing and a subtle warning.
Why don’t you tell me what you did instead ?
Maybe I want to hear about the dream.
She checked the time. She had a good forty minutes before she had to open the doors and everything was mostly ready. She could…she bit her lip, guilt niggling inside her. Was it bad that she was actually enjoying this?
Well, the thing is, I tell you all about my dreams, tell you all sorts of things about me. But you don’t talk that much about you.
She bit her lip. This was where she got nervous. Okay, she’d had fun with Loren last night— so much fun. And he’d kissed her…
Her heart sped up thinking about it. He’d kissed her, pulled her in so tight, she’d felt everything . So maybe that solid body of his wasn’t all rock-hard muscle like Decker, but he was definitely strong and he definitely wanted her. She’d felt it. Through both their clothes, there had been no doubt about the fact that his hard-on had been pressed up against her belly as he kissed his way down her neck.
It had been… fun .
But she still didn’t understand why he’d wanted to go out with her to begin with.
Or Oleander.
Especially Oleander.
The few pictures he had online didn’t show his face, but the man
was ripped. There was one of him in a skin-tight black shirt and the
muscles he had would have given Chris Hemsworth as Thor as run for his money. He was probably as built as Decker.
He didn’t show his face, but that was okay.
Some people didn’t.
She could understand it. Her pictures didn’t clearly show her face. She was looking down or had her hair obscuring her face. Anything to keep her from being identified if the pictures were seen by people who knew her. The site went from just those looking for a casual hook-up to some serious kinks and it
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