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“If you really think I’d do that, then what kind of person are you that you’d kiss me and let me touch you?”
I grin at him and wag my brows. “A horny one.”
“You’re so confusing.” He’s behind me now, his hands tucked into his jeans.
“You’re only here with me because your family made you. You only took us to the movie because your brother made you. In fact, every interaction up until this point hasn’t been because you wanted to spend time with me at all. Admit it. Tell me what you really want because you’ve made it and said it plainly that you don’t like me.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have amazing sex.”
I laugh at his crassness. “I’m not having sex, not with you or anyone.”
“We could try, I’m really fucking good.” He falls into step beside me and raises a challenging brow when I look at him. “Don’t believe me? Try me.”
“I’m not having sex with you. Legit it’s not happening.”
“Legit it’s not happening,” he copies, making his tone sound high-pitched and whiny. “Why don’t you admit it?”
“Admit what?”
“You won’t fuck me because you’re shit in bed.”
I find his attempt at riling me up laughable. But this is what I want. What I need to see. He’s not a good person but I respect that he doesn’t pretend to be. Kind of like me. “Probably. I doubt being this tight could be pleasurable for anybody.”
He groans, sounding pained. I smirk to myself.
“You need to stop saying that.”
“You’ve had a finger inside of me, you know it’s true.”
He groans again and adjusts his pants. “What if I say please?”
“Are you saying please?”
“Not until I know it will get me the answer I want.”
“It won’t. Sorry.”
“Such a tease,” he murmurs and slings his arm around my shoulder. “What if I tell you the truth about what happened with Yasmine?”
This time I raise a challenging brow and hold on to his wrist so we can more comfortably walk in step with each other.
“Go on then. Tell me the truth.”
He blows a raspberry and we walk in silence for a minute.
“Whatever I tell you now, it’s her word V mine so what’s the point? You’re just going to think I’m telling you a tale to get laid.”
I nod. “Probably. But I know and you know that you have no trouble getting laid. So why do you want to fuck me so bad?”
“Because you’re hot,” he answers simply. “And really interesting, in a psychotic ‘don’t ever want her to be my baby mama’ kind of way.”
“You just want to see if my psycho translates to my sex life.”
“Does it?”
I stop us both and turn into his chest, placing my hand on his twitching pec. “I can deep-throat.”
“No fucking way.” He looks dazed, almost high, definitely excited. “Never had a girl who can deep-throat.”
My hand wraps around his neck, under his silky hair. “I swallow too… while deep-throating.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me into his body. “Prove it.”
“Tell me the truth about Yasmine and I will. The truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
He groans for an entirely different reason this time. “Seriously? What if you don’t like the truth?”
“I’ll still suck your dick.”
“You’re so fucking blunt.”
I smile with pride. “I know.”
“Fuck…” He releases me and grips my chin between his finger and thumb. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Already there,” I quip and raise a hand.
Humming out a growl, he presses his lips to mine and looks into my eyes for the longest moment. It sends happy little flutters from my lips to the ends of my nipples. Nobody kisses like him. It’s as consuming as I thought it would be.
“I have never put my dick anywhere near that girl.”
I wait for it, the tell that he’s lying, I’m not brilliant but I’m usually pretty fucking good at figuring people out. It doesn’t come. Is he telling the truth?
He continues, looking bitter, and sneering in a way he never has, “She fucking hates me because I rejected her.”
“So… how’d you end up leaving her at a gas station?”
His hands rise, signaling his confusion and anger. “I offered her a ride home after she showed up at my house absolutely wasted. She was falling all over herself.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“She tried her luck, I shot her down and she went fucking crazy. Scratched my face, punched me, started ripping at the interior of my car, pulled the wheel while I was driving. We almost crashed. I called her dad and he picked her up. But she was embarrassed. She told him I’d put my hands on her. She told everybody else I coerced her into handing over her virginity and dumped her because of my hatred for white bitches.” He laughs humorlessly and picks up a stone to throw it as far as the trees will allow. “I didn’t rape her or fuck her or any of that. I don’t fuck white chicks.”
