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“You really don’t give up, do you?”
“My father always told me to go after what I want, no matter how hard the challenge. I don't think he'd imagined quite this type of challenge though,” I say with a deep laugh, thinking about what my dad would say, “But he’d like you.”
“Really?” She asks, and I can hear the pleased inclination of her voice and imagine the crinkle of her eyes, even without looking at her.
“Yeah. He’d say I could use being put in my place.” I say, chuckling again.
My dad was my greatest supporter, always. That didn’t mean he didn’t continuously rib me about every little thing growing up, from my Justin Bieber haircut phase to my IG thirst traps and, eventually, to the disproportionate size of my ego.
“They’d be proud of that ‘place’ today.” She says.
I flick a glance down at her as we approach the parking lot. “You think?”
“I mean, look at you. Selflessly carrying your injured friend to safety.”
“That’s what you think,” I tell her, “But I have a vested interest in having you think highly of me.”
“So I’ll sleep with you?”
“So you’ll fuck me, yes. There’ll be no sleep involved.” I say, lust thickening my voice, “Your only out the first time we fuck is passing out, otherwise you’re getting fucked without a break until I’ve deemed it punishment enough for making me wait as long as I have. And even then, I might just keep going and see if I can wake you up with my cock.”
A shiver passes over her skin and I purr at the sight. “I know, love. You’re so desperate for it.” I say and drop my lips to the top of her head. I kiss her deeply, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her fruity shampoo, and then lift my lips.
If you’d told me the first time I’d kiss Thayer it’d be on the top of her head, I’d have laughed in your face.
But at this point, I’m taking what I can get.
She looks up at me through her eyelashes, her gaze soft and open and fucking inviting.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I growl at her.
“Why not?”
“Girls that ask me to fuck them with their eyes get what they want and get fucked on the hood of my car in the school parking lot.”
Sparks fly in her eyes and her tone is flinty when she speaks. “That happens a lot, does it?”
“Surprisingly, more than you’d think.” I answer, giving her a sly smile.
“Screw you.”
She thrashes in my arms and tries to break free of my hold again, this time with more aggression than before.
“Put me down, Mackley.”
I know she’s trying to piss me off by calling me that and it works. My jaw tics violently as I resist the urge to shake her.
“Why does that bother you?” I grunt at her, my voice gravelly low.
“It doesn’t.” She snaps at me, still trying to wrangle out of my hold.
I drop her upright, careful to avoid putting pressure on her ankle, and back her up against my car. My arms come out on either side of her to trap her against the door.
“It does. You’re so mad, your muscles are vibrating with anger. Look at yourself.”
She doesn’t, turning her head away instead.
My hand snaps out and grips her jaw, forcing her to look back at me.
