I turn away, but she snatches my arm. I glance down at her pudgy little fingers clutching me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish.
I draw in a sharp breath, trying to calm my body’s reaction to her touch.
“What do you want, Piggy?” I warn, my voice edged.
She panics in that sort of cute way she does.Damn, it’s nice to see her.
“I’ve been practicing!” She beams, eyes shining up at me like she just earned an award.
“What?”
“I watched a couple videos and practiced on a banana. So if you want, I probably won’t scratch you with my teeth.”
“A banana?”
Her cheeks flush. “I washed it.”
Fucking hell.
She wants to suck my dick and used fruit to prep for it.
It’s the cutest, most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m dying.
Dying to praise her.
To kiss her forehead.
To shove her to her knees.
To spit on her face and choke her with my cock. The normal stuff.
But I’ve already fucked up once.
I shouldn’t have touched her. Brax’s little sister. The girl who smiles when she sees me like I’m good for her.
If I don’t shut this down, I’m asking to get kicked out of the only place that hasn’t turned me away — the felon no landlord wants. And I’m not about to start couch surfing again just because I want to feel her cunt one more time.
I rub the back of my neck, trying not to show it. Not the heat in my chest or the way her dumb little banana story made me want her even more.
So I do the reasonable thing.
Crush her.
“Piggy, we can’t hook up again. It was a one-time thing.”
She stiffens. That light in her eyes?
Gone.
Her brow furrows, and yep, there it is. Panic. Tears welling, fast.
Fuck.
Rip off the Band-Aid.
“I’m not interested, anyway,” I add, flat and cold. “I like more experienced girls. You just laid there. Boring as fuck.”
Lie.
