“Every fucking hole you have is mine. If anyone thinks about touching you, I’ll gut them alive.”
I swallowed my pride and didn’t say a thing.
Preston glared at me for a few seconds, then shoved me back in the passenger seat.
“I assume the same goes for you and my dick.”
I should’ve stayed quiet. He was teetering on the edge, and that dark cloud was creeping across his face. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to shut the hell up. My mouth didn’t listen.
“What if it’s another girl?”
His eyes snapped back to mine. “What?”
Don’t say it.
“What if it’s another girl touching me?”
You said it. Congratulations. This is how you die.
To my surprise, Preston didn’t appear agitated. The darkness even lifted off his expression a bit when his brow arched. “Do you want to play with another girl?”
I didn’t want to play with him. Why on earth would I subject another woman to that? Some girls liked the rough stuff, and I did mention it, so I must’ve, at the very least, thought about it. What would it be like? Would a woman be soft where a man was hard?
Stop it, Marnie. You’re letting him distract you.
Right!
“No,” I scoffed. “Why would I want that?”
“Then why did you say it?”
My eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t we go inside?”
Annoyance instantly washed back over his face.
I’d ask Preston why he bothered to come if he didn’t want to, but then I might end up locked inside again. I was already past my limits. Besides, anything was better than being trapped on a bed again, which was where he took me after we had cookies with his mother.
That was the most fucked up night of my life.
Never thought I’d be sitting in a room with fifties housewife Lillianna Whitley discussing the calcium content of milk. Though her entire argument was that kids needed milk for strong bones. That was it. No explanation. Just kids need milk. I almost felt sorry for her and utterly terrified that the same would happen to me.
I couldn’t help myself, let alone my sister, if my mind was gone. If something did happen to Trina, I’d probably never know. Or worse, I would but would just continue baking cookies with a smile on my face.
Suddenly everything I did mattered. Should I play sweet or just fall asleep on the bed while silently thanking my luck that Preston didn’t join me? That was what I did last night. Should I complain about this thing lodged in my backdoor? What would push him past that point?
The unknown picked at the back of my brain. I needed guidance.
Sucking in a deep breath, I forced a smile and said, “We shouldn’t make them wait.”
I felt the anger when Preston’s head rolled back my way. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t placate me.”
Frustrated, I threw my hands up. “Well, what the hell do you want me to do then?”
Give me some direction!
