Page 53 of It Should Have Been You

I’m looking at her.

Distraction.

She should have the word tattooed on her forehead.

Her lips curl on one side like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

She’s mischievous.

Dangerous.

Her eyes fall to the floor, a blush creeping to her cheeks.

Another contradiction.

She’s going to be the most intoxicating type of woman in the world if I’m not careful.

I was worried about bringing her here. She was high and too fucking young.

I have no idea why I even brought her. We didn’t need a photographer. There’s some journalist here taking photos for a news article. Yet I couldn’t leave that diner without her. I kept thinking about how she would look on the back of my bike.

That’s where I should have left it: in my imagination because the minute she hopped on the back and wrapped her hands around my waist, my cock became painfully hard.

There’s a glow of curiosity in everything she does, and it's too much to refuse. I remember feeling that way—eager to learn everything about what I loved.

Her voice pipes up from my side. “Mind if I sit?”

I clench my fists.

Skip hisses.

Good enough for the old bastard.

“Sure,” I grit, not looking at her. I need a shower and my cock in my fist just to wash her away. “Don’t pass out.”

“I’m good. I promise.” I can hear her smile.

How do you hear someone smile?

“Move your chair up here, darlin’. I want to get a better look at you.” Skip motions with his hand.

Another sexy as hell laugh from Bethany Rose.

My cock twitches in my jeans.

I want to throw everyone out of this shop just to show her exactly what her laugh does to me. How the tilt of her lips and blush to her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed when she looks my way. I want to wrap my hand around her throat, watch her eyes grow wide, and feel how wet she is between her legs while her moans fall from her full lips.

I don’t want anyone else to hear that laugh.

It’s mine.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’ve got this weird as hellI saw her first thinggoing on. We’re not fucking children. I can’t call dibs on her, but I can’t help the want to claim her… just for today.

I take a deep breath which is a bad idea because the air around me is completely her.

Still grinning, she stands at the other side of the bed. “Good enough for you?” she asks, lifting the camera and taking some pictures.

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