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He pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the streets in silence. There’s no radio or words, and the more time passes, the tighter my grip on his jacket gets.
“Aren’t you going to say something? Anything?” I try not to slur but do so anyway.
“I said to shut your mouth, Gwyneth.”
“I don’t want to shut up. I want to talk, okay?” It’s probably liquid courage—or stupidity or whatever—but it’s there and I’m taking the bull by the horns. “In case you didn’t notice, you ruined my evening.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” He fixates me with a sideways glance and it pins me to my seat so forcefully, I hiccup. Or maybe that’s because of the alcohol.
“My evening, Nate. I was having fun until you showed up.” I’m feigning nonchalance and lying through my teeth.
No, I wasn’t having fun. I was miserable and headed down a path I didn’t like even in my intoxicated brain.
“You were having fun grinding against those kids and I ruined it, is that what you’re saying?”
“We…were dancing.”
“I saw your ass and stomach rubbing against their fucking dicks, Gwyneth. There was no fucking dancing involved.”
“Maaaybe.”
“Did you like it?” His voice is calm, but his entire body is tight, especially the hand on the steering wheel. That strong, veiny hand that I dreamt about when he wasn’t there.
“Did I like what?”
“Humping them, gliding your body against their dicks and turning the two of them so fucking crazy with lust that they would’ve taken you on the dance floor. Did you like it?”
“Maybe I did. Maybe I’m a slut.” I throw his jacket to the side, still high on the alcohol-induced adrenaline.
I remove my seatbelt and close the distance separating us, pressing my breasts against his shirt-covered arm.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gwyneth?”
“I’m showing you how much of a slut I am.” I press my lips to his hot neck and trail my hand from his chest to his erection. It jumps to life under my touch and I squeeze it as I continue kissing down his collarbone.
“Get back to your seat. Now.” He’s ordering me, but I’m too far gone to listen. His body is tightening against mine and I rub my breasts down his arm, hardening the tight buds until they’re painful.
“My nipples didn’t get this hard earlier, you know.” I take his free hand and slip it under my dress until he’s sinking his fingers against my folds. “I wasn’t this wet either. Do you know what that means?”
He doesn’t look at me, his entire attention on the road, but he doesn’t remove his hand from my pussy either. “What?”
My lips meet the shell of his ear and I whisper, “It means I’m only a slut for you, Nate.”
The change is barely noticeable, but it’s there in his flaring nostrils and the tic in his jaw. His fingers tighten on my core and I moan, feeling my wetness drenching my panties and messing up his hand and my thighs. That’s all I’ve ever been for freaking five years.
A mess.
And it’s one of the most beautiful messes to have ever been created.
One that he made. One that he keeps nurturing.
“No, you’re not.” He removes his hand from me and the car comes to a halt. We’re already home, but I couldn’t care less about that right now, because he stopped touching me.
“What? Why?”
His eyes meet mine, and I think I liked it better when they hadn’t, because there’s a strong current there that’s about to sweep me under and bury me in its depths.
“You’re not my slut if you let other people touch what’s fucking mine. Get the fuck off me.”
