Page 44 of Genesis
I scan his face, my eyes blinking.
“I care about you, Bexley. I don’t care about shit else, but when it comes to you, I fucking care. I don’t want your uncle keeping you from me. It won’t be good for any of us.”
I sit back, exhaling my disappointment.
He grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips. “Come on,” he says, standing up.
I have no idea what we’re doing, but something tells me I’d follow this boy into the pits of Hell and smile about it. We exit the theater, and Danny starts his car once we get in. He drives down the road until we’re close to the neighborhood. Pulling over between two cars, he shuts the lights off and looks over at me.
“Get in the back,” he says.
“What?” I ask with a curious smirk. He opens his car door.
“You heard me,” he says.
I reach and climb over the seat into the roomy back, looking out the tinted window before he opens the door and gets in. He shuts it, and in one swift move, he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me crazy. I moan, loving the way his tongue feels like silk heaven.
“Do you like the fact a person like me who does really bad things only cares about you?” he asks, reaching his hand down to my jeans.
“Yes,” I say without thought, because I do.
Ireallydo. It turns me on. When a bad boy like Danny doesn’t give a fuck about anything, but then wants to impress my uncle for me… well, screw me sideways.
“You may act like an angel, but I know the real you, Bexley. I know you like the bad, just like I do.”
My button snaps free. My zipper is pulled down.
“Do you know how often I’ve thought about this?” he asks.
“If it’s as much as me, then I won’t feel as dirty,” I say with a smirk as he pulls my pants down.
He laughs. A sweet, deep sound comes from his chest. “I’m not fucking you in this car. I care about you too much for that, but I am going to make you come.”
I can’t talk. He’s taken the sound from my voice. With hands that have done more violence than I’ll probably ever witness, he pulls my baby blue lace panties down my thighs. “Anybody ever touched you like this?”
I find my voice. “You know the answer to that,” I reply.
He smirks and I die. His fingers slide over me with easiness.
“Jesus,” he says, his voice husky. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I don’t give a shit. I might be if it was a different boy, but it isn’t.
Danny slides a finger inside me. It’s odd, but a good odd. He dips another in, and I wince.
“All right?” he asks.
I nod as he moves his fingers. There’s no way in hell I’m going to have an orgasm, but I’ll let him try.
I watch his face as he looks down at me, the concentration, the pouty lips. In this moment, I realize I might be in love with this boy. My heart slows, my mind calms, and I just feel. He keeps going, and I let my head fall back, my eyes shut, and I feel a warmth flow through my chest. I snap my eyes open when someone taps on the window.
Danny stops. “Shit,” he says, annoyed.
“Who’s in there?” the cop questions.
“Oh my God,” I say, covering my mouth as embarrassment floods me.
“Put your clothes on,” he says to me.
“My uncle is going to murder me.” I quickly grab my panties and slide them on before grabbing my jeans.
