Guys don’t care aboutperfect.
“Well, I’m a hopeless romantic,” I say, quieter now. “I want it to be special.”
...if it ever happens.
But I don’t say that part.
He shrugs. “You’d probably have experience if you weren’t waiting for some bullshit fantasy. I bet you want a perfect guy.”
Wrong. Any guy.
I furrow my brow, but he continues before I can respond.
“I hate that about girls. They have nothing to offer but pussy, yet the guy is never enough. Has to have a six-figure job, a fast car, a big dick. Everything has to be their way.”
“Not true!” I squeal, but quickly catch myself and soften my voice. “Okay then, what’s your fantasy?”
He shrugs, then purses his lips.
“Tell me! I told you mine,” I push.
“It’s weird to tell a girl.”
Whoa.
He thinks I’m not just ‘one of the guys.’
“I won’t judge,” I say casually, then recline lazily like a man.
He downs a big swig of beer, then sighs. “Alright. I want the type of girl who only wants me. As I am.” He staresoff, his thoughts slipping deeper. “I want her to crave me. Beg for me. Prove her worth.”
I’m not breathing.
He looks up at the ceiling, musing.
Wanting him to keep talking about something so personal, I nudge him. “What do you mean, prove her worth?”
He pauses briefly, but answers, “I’m kind of rough with girls. I like a woman who can take it. Prove she can handle me.”
I retract my chin. “Rough? Do you beat them?”
He laughs a little. “No, like tie her up, pull her hair, hold her down. But I like them on their knees first—” He hesitates. “This is fucking weird tellin’ Brax’s little sisterthis.”
“No, it’s not!” I huff, but I calm myself once again. “I mean, it’s cool. All his friends tell me stuff. Keep going.” I give a casual smile and pretend knowing anything about his sex life is totally normal. “You were saying about wanting the girl on her knees.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. I open the door and she’s on her knees, wearing something black, sexy. She takes my hand, starts sucking my fingers. Really showing me she’s worthy of putting my dick in her filthy mouth.”
“What!” I scoff.
That sounds so insane!
I snarl. “What’s so great about…” I gesture to his hips.
He fights back a laugh. Then, his eyes gloss down my body, making me shift awkwardly under his intense gaze. He murmurs, “No doubt, that little body would struggle to take me.”
Little. Struggle. Takehim.
I blink. “What?”
