My heart thumped as my lips brushed hers, and she slowly kissed me back. Our tongues moved in expert unison, causing me to groan as I pulled her tighter towards me, our mouths beginning to move in sync. I pushed her slowly against the wall as I kissed her hard, her fingers in my hair as I bit her lip softly, making her moan in desire.
Holy Shit.
"Wow, fuck. Are you sure I was your first kiss?"
She bit her lip, and my dick hardened.
"Yeah, don't bite your lip like that with your hair all tousled, looking all sexy. It could cause the guy all kinds of unwanted problems."
Annabelle blushed, and I had to look away. She was too fucking beautiful.
"I'll take you home. Successful date, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Forty-Six
Bonus Chapter 4
Annabelle.
She was all I thought about. I'd wake up in the morning thinking of her; I'd hear her laugh in my dreams. I'd fallen asleep remembering our kiss. How could a kiss impact me so much? I'd kissed her once, and I was like this.What a fucking loser.
My stomach churned as I remembered this all came from a fucking bet; if Annabelle ever found out, she wouldneverspeak to me again. I felt an ache in my chest at the thought and growled in frustration. This was ridiculous.
I'm Bailey Fenton; I don't do relationships or feelings.
Maybe I needed to fuck her out of my system. I mentally went through the fuck possibilities, immediately ruling out Elena because A) she was a massive bitch to Annabelle and B) I didn't want her.Then, I suddenly remembered the petite blonde waitress from the restaurant. She was one of those "look at me; I'm perfect" types, so physically, it wouldn't be a problem. I didn't want a conversation with her, but I wasn't an absolute dick. Her number was tucked away in my wallet, so I fished it out and sent her a text.
BAILEY:
Hey, I'm the guy from the restaurant you gave your number to. My name is Bailey. I just wondered if you were free tonight?
I waited, pushing my hands through my hair. I had to do this; I didn't want to be catching feelings for a girl. Not at all. My phone vibrated on my chest as I read her reply.
TIFFANY:
My man. Wow, Bailey Fenton, isn't it? I'm Tiffany. I'm at work until 9 pm, why don't you meet me after? We could go to the beach ;)
I sighed with relief. She got the message alright. I replied that I would meet her and tried to ignore the gray eyes that were staring at me with disappointment in my mind.
"So, how do you know me?" I asked as Tiffany, and I walked in the glow of the moon. The ocean shimmered as the waves softly lapped the shore, leaving a wet memory on the sand before sliding away.
"Everyone knows you." Tiffany rolled her eyes and stared at me, stopping in the sand.
"I didn't think I'd hear from you. I didn't know if that girl was your girlfriend." The jealousy was evident in her voice as I shrugged.
"I don't do girlfriends."
I hoped she'd get the hint. But, instead, she stepped closer to me, looking up at me seductively.
"Maybe you haven't met the right girl," she murmured as I sighed.
They all thought they were the right girl. They could change me. They could bethe one.I started to feel annoyed, and she must have noticed it in my eyes because she stood on tiptoes, her lips brushing mine softly.
"Who gives a fuck, though. Let's take what we can while we can, hmm?"
Our lips met then as we went through the motions. I unclipped her bra easily as I ran my finger over her nipple. She pushed herself against me, her hot mouth greedily kissing mine.
