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I rear my head back, as if he’s smacked me.
“Why would that be any of your business? And why are you asking me that?”
“I saw the two of you. I came back into your room. I was ready to say fuck it and claim you. You were out on the porch all over him. Not even twenty minutes after I watched you fuck yourself. After my name was falling from your lips.”
My heart plummets to my stomach at his harsh words.
“Let’s get something straight. You and I are never going to happen. You and I both know that. If I fucked him, then that’s my business. I’m not the one in a long-term relationship, am I? You might have watched me fuck myself, but your name never left my lips.”
He narrows his eyes, walking towards me. I take a couple steps backwards, knowing that I have nowhere to go.
“I don’t give a fuck what you say. If I want something to happen between us, it will. Riley means nothing to me, and you fucking know that, Marley. Stop using her as a fucking excuse. If you so much as let that fucking shit bag touch you, I’ll fucking kill him.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” I say, as he steps closer to me.
He’s invading my personal space.
“Isn’t it a shame that psychos make your fucking panties wet, instead of douchebags from the beach?” he snarls.
“You’re fucking delusional.”
The restraint the two of us have is astounding. I’ve never wanted to punch someone yet fuck them so badly in my life.
“Give me one night,” he whispers against my ear.
“What?” I look at him like he’s insane, because he is.
“Let’s get this out of our system. Then maybe we can forget about each other,” he says, almost as if he’s in pain.
My stomach turns. It’s a nervous feeling. It makes me feel sick that I’m even considering what he’s saying. I need a sign. Something to show me that this is a monumentally fucked up idea.
His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, and I suck in a breath at his touch. My tongue darts out, licking the pad of his finger. His eyes dilate at the contact.
“Fuck me, Marley.” He groans.
His hand grips my thigh, hiking my leg up, and it instinctively wraps around his waist. I can feel his erection against my center, and I nearly come unraveled at the feeling.
“Imagine what this would feel like skin on skin,” he whispers against my lips, thrusting himself against me.
Jesus Christ.
“It’s not right,” I tell him in labored breaths.
“Then why does it feel so fucking good?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine.
That’s a good fucking question.
He continues to rub himself against me. It feels fucking amazing. This is just another line we’re dancing around. Tip toeing these lines until they become so blurry we can’t even see them anymore.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking weekend. I just want to know what it feels like to have my cock buried inside of you.” He groans.
“Holy shit,” I mumble.
We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies shamelessly rubbing against one another, our lips just lightly grazing one another’s, never fully crossing the line.
“If you won’t let me have you the way I want you, then I’m going to fucking come like this. Like a horny fucking teenager. God damn, baby.” He groans.
His cock is so hard against my dripping wet panties.
