Um, I didn’t like him , like him…did I?
Anabeth laughed. “Oh, who cares. He’s only what, like, thirty?”
“Thirty-two, I think,” I said, wincing as Ellie’s face scrunched up in disgust.
“Ignore her,” Anabeth said dismissively. “Ripper is hot. All big and bad and scarred up. And speaking of big, how big is he?”
“Scarred up?” Ellie gaped at Anabeth. “The man has half a face!”
I dropped my hands and glared at both of them.
“What? It’s a legitimate question!”
“It’s none of your business! And he doesn’t have half a face!”
Anabeth’s grin turned positively evil. “Oh. My. God. You do like him!”
“Gross,” Ellie muttered. “Not only is he deformed, he’s old enough to be your dad.”
“That makes it even hotter,” Anabeth said, nodding gravely.
“He is not old enough to be my dad!” I yelled. “My dad is like fifty!”
“Whatever,” Ellie said. “That’s not the point. The point is you like an older, deformed man who works for your crazy dad. Do you actually see yourself dating him?”
Date him? The thought of going on a date with Ripper was absurd. He wasn’t the kind of guy you went to dinner and a movie with. He was the kind of guy who dragged you out of the lake, shoved you down on the ground, growling and groping you, telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do to you…and then did them. No-holds-barred, invasive, mind-numbing, disturbingly awesome things. I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering…
“ Fuck,” he kept muttering, in between kisses that were growing more and more frantic. “Fuck, Danny, fuck…I’m gonna fuck you so hard…you’re gonna scream, baby.”
He pulled me out of the lake and we tumbled to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs, his body pressed against mine, grinding his erection into my stomach.
Reflexively, I grabbed fistfuls of his hard biceps as a tidal wave of need rushed through me.
“ I want that pussy, baby,” he growled hoarsely, sucking and biting his way down my body. “Gimme that beautiful fuckin’ pussy.”
My eyes flew open. What was wrong with me? He treated me like a one-time whore, and I was fantasizing about him? Ugh.
Anabeth burst out laughing. “Who said anything about dating? Just have lots of hot, sweaty, secret sex until you’re bored with him.”
I turned back to my mirror, my stomach in knots, and reached for my lip gloss. “He doesn’t want me,” I mumbled.
Anabeth snorted. “He’s just scared of your dad. All you have to do is flaunt your shit in front of him. Show him what he’s missing.”
And what exactly was he missing? I stared at my reflection, thinking about Nikki. He had to like her; he’d kept her around for so long. Aside from having blonde hair and blue eyes, she was everything I wasn’t. She was tall; I was average height. She had hourglass figure curves and I was lean, my curves slight. She had a lot of tattoos, favored leather, red lipstick, and long nails, whereas I had no tattoos, would never be caught dead in leather, favored pastel colors, and kept my nails short and manicured.
“I don’t think I’m his type.”
“Oh please, you’re gorgeous, you’re everyone’s type. Even I want you.”
I thought of him glaring at me, imagined him blaming me for what had happened, and I blew out a breath. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me again,” I whispered.
Anabeth appeared beside me.
“Do you want him again?”
I stared at her reflection.
Did I? Is that why I couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or how incredible it felt to be touched by him.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling utterly ridiculous.
She grinned at me in the mirror.
“Then we’ll make him want you.”
• • •
“I’m not sure, but I think Prez is tryin’ to punish us,” Bucket said, leaning back in his patio chair, staring out across the club’s backyard.
Ripper glanced across the lawn to where Danny and her two friends, the short-haired sexy blonde and curvy mulatto
Anabeth laughed. “Oh, who cares. He’s only what, like, thirty?”
“Thirty-two, I think,” I said, wincing as Ellie’s face scrunched up in disgust.
“Ignore her,” Anabeth said dismissively. “Ripper is hot. All big and bad and scarred up. And speaking of big, how big is he?”
“Scarred up?” Ellie gaped at Anabeth. “The man has half a face!”
I dropped my hands and glared at both of them.
“What? It’s a legitimate question!”
“It’s none of your business! And he doesn’t have half a face!”
Anabeth’s grin turned positively evil. “Oh. My. God. You do like him!”
“Gross,” Ellie muttered. “Not only is he deformed, he’s old enough to be your dad.”
“That makes it even hotter,” Anabeth said, nodding gravely.
“He is not old enough to be my dad!” I yelled. “My dad is like fifty!”
“Whatever,” Ellie said. “That’s not the point. The point is you like an older, deformed man who works for your crazy dad. Do you actually see yourself dating him?”
Date him? The thought of going on a date with Ripper was absurd. He wasn’t the kind of guy you went to dinner and a movie with. He was the kind of guy who dragged you out of the lake, shoved you down on the ground, growling and groping you, telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do to you…and then did them. No-holds-barred, invasive, mind-numbing, disturbingly awesome things. I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering…
“ Fuck,” he kept muttering, in between kisses that were growing more and more frantic. “Fuck, Danny, fuck…I’m gonna fuck you so hard…you’re gonna scream, baby.”
He pulled me out of the lake and we tumbled to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs, his body pressed against mine, grinding his erection into my stomach.
Reflexively, I grabbed fistfuls of his hard biceps as a tidal wave of need rushed through me.
“ I want that pussy, baby,” he growled hoarsely, sucking and biting his way down my body. “Gimme that beautiful fuckin’ pussy.”
My eyes flew open. What was wrong with me? He treated me like a one-time whore, and I was fantasizing about him? Ugh.
Anabeth burst out laughing. “Who said anything about dating? Just have lots of hot, sweaty, secret sex until you’re bored with him.”
I turned back to my mirror, my stomach in knots, and reached for my lip gloss. “He doesn’t want me,” I mumbled.
Anabeth snorted. “He’s just scared of your dad. All you have to do is flaunt your shit in front of him. Show him what he’s missing.”
And what exactly was he missing? I stared at my reflection, thinking about Nikki. He had to like her; he’d kept her around for so long. Aside from having blonde hair and blue eyes, she was everything I wasn’t. She was tall; I was average height. She had hourglass figure curves and I was lean, my curves slight. She had a lot of tattoos, favored leather, red lipstick, and long nails, whereas I had no tattoos, would never be caught dead in leather, favored pastel colors, and kept my nails short and manicured.
“I don’t think I’m his type.”
“Oh please, you’re gorgeous, you’re everyone’s type. Even I want you.”
I thought of him glaring at me, imagined him blaming me for what had happened, and I blew out a breath. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me again,” I whispered.
Anabeth appeared beside me.
“Do you want him again?”
I stared at her reflection.
Did I? Is that why I couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or how incredible it felt to be touched by him.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling utterly ridiculous.
She grinned at me in the mirror.
“Then we’ll make him want you.”
• • •
“I’m not sure, but I think Prez is tryin’ to punish us,” Bucket said, leaning back in his patio chair, staring out across the club’s backyard.
Ripper glanced across the lawn to where Danny and her two friends, the short-haired sexy blonde and curvy mulatto
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