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“No, I’m ending it,” I say, smiling as I walk away.
He doesn’t let me get too far before he comes up behind me. Whiskey’s hand grabs my wrist, and he turns me around. “Ending what exactly?” He presses up against me, and I want to press back and bite his lip at the same time.
“This,” I say, pushing on him by accident because I can’t move my hands.
Whiskey’s head drops into the crook of my neck. “You’ve been holding my hand every night in your sleep.” My spine straightens at his words. “And when you do, your snoring is lighter. Be careful, Bunny, your head may not like me, but some other parts of you most certainly do.” He pushes off and beats me into the bedroom.
Taking a few deep breaths, I follow him in. “Who were you dreaming about, Whiskey? What spooked you so bad?”
“My father hanging from my garage ceiling.” His back is to me, but I watch as his body tenses.
I didn’t expect him to answer. And his words hurt. I can feel the pain even if he doesn’t want to show it to me.
“So, you’re an asshole to me for what happened back then?”
“Yes, because you’re getting too close too soon. Don’t deny it, either.” He starts undressing.
“Will you stop fucking getting naked around me?”
“I wonder what your father would say hearing you speak like that?” Running my fingers through my hair, I am trying to not pull it out. I really do like my hair.
“I don’t care what he would say, I’m speaking to you.”
My cell starts ringing, and I ignore it.
“But you do care, don’t you? This is why you were the perfect target.”
“Target?” I yell at him. “Is that why you picked me? To be your target?” I walk closer to him. His shirt is now off and in his hands.
“Bunny, let’s stop. This is going to go nowhere. You and me… It’s just a means to an end.”
“What end?” I yell.
Whiskey goes to speak, then shakes his head. Undoing his pants, he takes them off and walks into the shower.
I go to the kitchen, grab a bag of flour from the pantry, then walk back into the bedroom, if he thinks he can fuck with me I can do so just as well. Quickly stepping into the en suite bathroom, I grab the laundry basket, turn it over and stand on it. I bring the large bag of flour to my chest, open it, then proceed to empty the contents of the flour all over him. It goes in his mouth, covers his eyes, and when he opens them, I see the mistake I have made by the amount of anger flashing in them. Before I can move, though, he pulls me down from the basket and onto his body. I’m now soaking wet and lying on top of my enemy.
I think my plan may have backfired on me.
“You are on my last nerve, Bunny. I don’t have patience for this shit.” The flour falls and sticks to his face. It takes everything in me to not laugh out loud. “Oh, you find this funny, do you?” He pushes against me, his cock is hard. My skirt’s bunched up, my ass on display. He grips my hips and slides me down. Then I feel him, and the only thing separating us is my flimsy G-string.
My mouth closes, and my smile instantly vanishes.
“Tell me you want me, Bunny. I can ease that ache.” I don’t speak. “I won’t even make you beg for it.” He runs his hand up my shirt. I’ve been with two other men, both around my age, and I’m not sure if it’s the age difference or what, but I know he can make any ache that I have between my legs ease. The water washes over my face and stops me from speaking. He leans in and kisses my neck ever so softly. “Tell me, Bunny.”
The words are there, on the edge of my lips, so he pushes a little harder, sliding me down farther and he’s right there, and if I pushed and moved the right way, he would be in me. G-string and all.
His kisses pepper my neck, my jawline, and hands roam my back.
I’m marrying this man tomorrow. Whiskey will be my husband, and I want to fuck him. But the words won’t leave my mouth, and I’m glad they won’t, even if they are on the tip of my tongue.
“You taste like everything sweet. I remember the way you taste.” Whiskey pushes just a fraction. A gasp leaves my mouth. “Do you remember how I taste, Bunny? How my cock filled your mouth as you wrapped those sweet lips around it?” He pauses, sucks on my neck. “I do. Fuck, I do. You give the best head.” His words are hypnotizing me. I’m trying to break free, to not fall for them. But when his mouth covers mine, I open for him. He doesn’t take my kiss straight away, he simply tastes me, and I can taste him mixed in with the flour I poured all over him.
Damn. He’s using me.
Is this me using him as well?
I’m so confused.
