couldn’t go anywhere. “On what?” Her breaths came in short gasps as I moved my knee in between her legs.
She swallowed. “Did you fix the sink yet?”
“Fuck the sink.” I crushed my lips to hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth, and savored her sweet taste. A moan rose in her throat and vibrated against my lips. Her hands grabbed my cut, pulling me even closer to her warmth.
It wasn’t enough. For two weeks, I’d been watching her ass sway in those dresses, and wondering what was beneath all that material. Only getting peeks here and there when she bent over and the top dipped low. I needed to see and feel. Touch and taste.
I grabbed her ass, and placed her on the counter just like I’d been fantasizing about. Her hands went right to my hair, gripping and tugging, holding me in place, so I couldn’t take my mouth away from hers. Too bad for her, I had other plans.
I tore my lips away, and dragged them down her neck, sucking, kissing and licking a path to her collarbone. She tasted like vanilla cake, reminding me she was sweet and innocent, not some whore at the clubhouse. Allison wasn’t some girl I would stick my dick in, just so I could come and get it over with. No, Allison deserved to be worshipped. And I planned on worshipping every fucking inch of her body.
8
Allison
I had lost my mind . But, that happened every time Dice walked into a room. There was just something about him that made my thighs tingle and my mind turn to mush. Sleeping with him would complicate an already complicated situation, but I couldn’t resist him any longer. I wanted him from the moment I met him and, two weeks later, the desire had only grown. It was unbearable.
Maybe I just needed to get him out of my system. He didn’t seem like the type of guy that did relationships. It was just sex. If we kept it at that, then we could keep the complications out of it. He had danger written all over him, from the leather vest to the tattoos I could see poking out of his shirt. I didn’t do danger. I lived a carefree life filled with ease and happiness. I didn’t know how to do anything else. But, I didn’t know how to stop this either. I wanted it too much.
It had been years since I had sex. Years . The desire outweighed all the reasons why I should stop this. So, I shut my brain off and let my head fall back as he kissed a fiery path back up my neck.
His hand went under my shirt, and splayed across my stomach. My body arched into him, wanting more. Needing to feel more of him on me.
I pushed his vest off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and then quickly added his shirt to the pile. I bit my lip as I took in the ink, the scars and the perfectly sculpted chest. He wasn’t big, like some meathead. Dice wasn’t that guy. He was slim and beautifully defined. He didn’t have muscles the size of melons, but I’m sure he could take on a guy who did and win.
A round scar, no larger than the top of a pen, sat just above a tattooed skull and I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to it. There were more, scattered around his chest and abs. I ran my fingers along the long jagged scar on his stomach.
“What happened here?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I pushed away from him, and glanced up into his melted chocolate gaze. “Don’t treat me like something that’s about to break. I can handle it.”
He moved his hand with mine across the ugly scar. “I was slashed during a brawl.”
“And, what about these?” I kissed a row of small circular scars across his chest.
“Those would be from one of my mom’s boyfriends. Cigarette burns.” I gasped. “He didn’t like me very much. The feeling was mutual.”
“How old were you?”
“Eight, maybe nine.”
My eyes widened, and my heart broke for the little boy who had to endure such pain. Such torture. “Why?”
“Why is the sky blue? Sometimes people don’t need an excuse to do asshole things.” He rested his fingers against my chin, and urged me to look
She swallowed. “Did you fix the sink yet?”
“Fuck the sink.” I crushed my lips to hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth, and savored her sweet taste. A moan rose in her throat and vibrated against my lips. Her hands grabbed my cut, pulling me even closer to her warmth.
It wasn’t enough. For two weeks, I’d been watching her ass sway in those dresses, and wondering what was beneath all that material. Only getting peeks here and there when she bent over and the top dipped low. I needed to see and feel. Touch and taste.
I grabbed her ass, and placed her on the counter just like I’d been fantasizing about. Her hands went right to my hair, gripping and tugging, holding me in place, so I couldn’t take my mouth away from hers. Too bad for her, I had other plans.
I tore my lips away, and dragged them down her neck, sucking, kissing and licking a path to her collarbone. She tasted like vanilla cake, reminding me she was sweet and innocent, not some whore at the clubhouse. Allison wasn’t some girl I would stick my dick in, just so I could come and get it over with. No, Allison deserved to be worshipped. And I planned on worshipping every fucking inch of her body.
8
Allison
I had lost my mind . But, that happened every time Dice walked into a room. There was just something about him that made my thighs tingle and my mind turn to mush. Sleeping with him would complicate an already complicated situation, but I couldn’t resist him any longer. I wanted him from the moment I met him and, two weeks later, the desire had only grown. It was unbearable.
Maybe I just needed to get him out of my system. He didn’t seem like the type of guy that did relationships. It was just sex. If we kept it at that, then we could keep the complications out of it. He had danger written all over him, from the leather vest to the tattoos I could see poking out of his shirt. I didn’t do danger. I lived a carefree life filled with ease and happiness. I didn’t know how to do anything else. But, I didn’t know how to stop this either. I wanted it too much.
It had been years since I had sex. Years . The desire outweighed all the reasons why I should stop this. So, I shut my brain off and let my head fall back as he kissed a fiery path back up my neck.
His hand went under my shirt, and splayed across my stomach. My body arched into him, wanting more. Needing to feel more of him on me.
I pushed his vest off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and then quickly added his shirt to the pile. I bit my lip as I took in the ink, the scars and the perfectly sculpted chest. He wasn’t big, like some meathead. Dice wasn’t that guy. He was slim and beautifully defined. He didn’t have muscles the size of melons, but I’m sure he could take on a guy who did and win.
A round scar, no larger than the top of a pen, sat just above a tattooed skull and I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to it. There were more, scattered around his chest and abs. I ran my fingers along the long jagged scar on his stomach.
“What happened here?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I pushed away from him, and glanced up into his melted chocolate gaze. “Don’t treat me like something that’s about to break. I can handle it.”
He moved his hand with mine across the ugly scar. “I was slashed during a brawl.”
“And, what about these?” I kissed a row of small circular scars across his chest.
“Those would be from one of my mom’s boyfriends. Cigarette burns.” I gasped. “He didn’t like me very much. The feeling was mutual.”
“How old were you?”
“Eight, maybe nine.”
My eyes widened, and my heart broke for the little boy who had to endure such pain. Such torture. “Why?”
“Why is the sky blue? Sometimes people don’t need an excuse to do asshole things.” He rested his fingers against my chin, and urged me to look
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