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Frowning, Shelley slaps the wood of the door with the palm of her hand. “Well, unlock it. I have to go home.”
“Why?”
She actually chokes on air, coughing to clear her throat. “What do you mean, why? Because I need to get home. I need to speak to my mom. You said she’s been blowing up my phone. Alex clearly told her I left our date with some guy on a motorcycle, and she’s losing her mind.”
I wonder if her mom is losing her mind in a weirdly quiet way like Shelley is. She’s pissed, but she’s getting quieter, hissing at me now. Maybe being weird when they’re pissed off runs in her family.
“So let her lose it,” I grunt.
Shelley’s mouth falls open, and she marches over to me, shoving my shoulder with her open palm. Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Did you lock me in here on purpose today?”
“Yes.”
Shelley gapes like a fish, her mouth opening and closing, but no sound comes out. I stand here, my arms still across my chest, watching her, waiting for the inevitable explosion. I wish she’d get to the damn point. I know how to handle a screaming woman. A quiet one is unsettling.
She finally finds her voice, taking a deep breath in preparation. Here we go. Both her hands land on my chest, shoving me hard. She’s so tiny I don’t even sway, my eyebrows raising as I look down at her.
“That’s fucking messed up, Merch,” she snaps. Her eyes drop to my cut, and she wrinkles her nose. A finger lands on my name patch. “I’m too annoyed to call you by your nickname.” She jabs the embroideredD. “What did your mom call you when you were in trouble?”
“You fucking little shit, mostly.”
Shelley stares at me for a moment, snorting. “That makes sense. It’s a very accurate description. Unlock the door and let me out.”
“No.”
“Unlock the door and let me the fuckout!” The last word is screamed, her voice cracking. Finally. Now we’re on familiar ground.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“Is this what you do? Lock women in your house until you’re ready to kick them out?”
“No. Just you. I’ve never brought another woman here.”
My confession brings her up short, taking the wind out of her sails. Shelley stares at me, shoving at my chest again.
“If you’re trying for some grand romantic gesture, you’re really fucking it up,” she scoffs. I smirk at her, dropping my arms to my sides.
“I don’t do romantic.”
“And what do you do?” Shelley sneers. My smirk widens into a feral grin.
“You.”
Shelley’s pupils dilate, and she growls as my lips meet hers. Her hands grip the back of my neck as she attacks my mouth. They move quickly down to the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. When she shoves my chest this time, I let her push me, pressing me up against the still-locked door.
“Still want to leave?” I pant against her lips.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she snaps back. Happy to oblige.
Tugging off her jeans and panties, I spin, shoving Shelley against the door. She moans into my mouth, her legs hooking around my waist as I get my dick out, sliding into her with a groan.
Shelley gasps, breaking our kiss as she does, her head tipping back against the door. I hold still, gritting my teeth at the amazing feeling of being inside her without a condom. Now I know what all the fuss is about. Raw sex feelsincredible.
