He almost stopped to go back in his apartment until she left, but it was too late.Large green eyes lifted and crinkled at the corners.The dimples deepened with her wide smile.
Jesus, she was cute.
She wore a pink midriff shirt, tight around her perfect, perky tits, and short shorts.Her muscular legs extended a mile long.He hated girls like her—sorority girls with every hair in place.No, that wasn't true.Kaitlyn wasn't a sorority girl.She was… well, he wasn't sure what she was, but she was definitely still too perfect and too innocent to even be looking at a guy like him.
Did she have any clue what he liked to do to women?If she did, she wouldn't stand there looking at him with that bright smile.
"Are you going for a run?"she said.
He considered walking past without answering.It wasn't like he hadn't already been rude.But she had made him brownies.Damn good ones, too.The kind with chocolate chips and walnuts."Yeah."
"Me too."She hesitated and darted a glance at him as she passed through the front door and held it open for him.If she was waiting for an invite, it wasn't going to come.
He took the door from her and held out his hand.He may be an asshole, but he still knew how to be a gentleman, and he sure as shit wasn't going to let a woman hold the door open for him.
She flashed her megawatt smile, revealing a row of perfect, white teeth."See ya."She jogged down the steps and took off running.
Wait.Was that a challenge?Did she actually think he wanted to race?Or was he reading too much into that impish smile?Either way, the most competitive part of him kicked into gear and he jogged down the stairs, wincing at the pain in his goddamn knee.
If that little girl thought she could outrun him just because he was wounded, she had another think coming.He took off behind her, enjoying the view.
Kaitlyn had nice form.Her legs kicked back with easy grace, her ponytail swayed in rhythm with her gait.She started off and maintained a steady pace—not too fast out of the gates, not too slow.Her legs looked gorgeous as the muscles flexed and lengthened, and that ass… he suppressed a growl.She did have the best ass he'd seen in a long time.
Too bad she wasn't his type, because he could think of at least nine different things he'd like to do to that ass, and most of them involved implements of torture.
Yeah.He liked to hurt women.He could be a sick fuck.
Of course, it was all consensual.And the women he played with wanted it—begged him for it, actually.Thanked him profusely when they were done because he delivered.But that part of his life was over now.Because who would submit to anyone as fucked up as he was right now?
Kaitlyn looked over her shoulder.When she saw him, she turned and jogged backward.
Oh no.Fuck that.
He spun his index finger in a circle in the air, indicating she should turn the fuck back around.
She actually laughed.Yes,laughed.
He was going to laugh when she tripped and fell on her ass.No, he wouldn't.The irony of being a sadist was that he didn't like seeing a woman hurt, except well, if they were playing.Otherwise, the urge to protect overrode all else.
He grit his teeth and picked up his pace, ignoring the searing pain in his hip and knee.When he reached Kaitlyn, she turned around to run forward, but that didn't stop him from giving her a pop on the ass.And yes, it felt damn delicious."Running backward could get you killed."
She grinned, obviously not taking him seriously."Oh yeah?"
He wanted to wipe that smile off her face—to teach her to call him "sir" and obey the fuck out of him when he gave an order.He wanted to flip her over his knee and spank that juicy ass pink.
"I'm serious," he growled.
She shrugged."Okay.I'm running forward now."To his relief, she didn't say anything else, just fell into rhythm, running beside him.This he could get used to.Quiet companionship.Make that silent.
Of course, it was too good to last.After a few blocks, she peered up at him."So, are you active duty?"
He frowned."No."
"Retired disabled?"
The words hit him like a blow to the chest.
Holy fuck.
