“You arrogant son of a bitch. I don’t want you,” she seethes through clenched teeth.
“Prove it,” I taunt, “show me how unaffected by me you are. Let me slide my finger inside you and if I find that you’re not wet, that you don’t respond to me. I’ll walk away.”Not fucking likely.
“That’s — wha — what? No, you’re insane if you think I’ll let you touch me like that.”
“Then I’ll take that as a win, and I’ll see you tonight.” Her eyes widen.
“No. I said I’m not interested.” My hand lightly rests on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze.
“And I said I don’t believe you.” I move my hand to the front of her athletic shorts, toying with the waistband. My fingers slip underneath and are met with a fragile scrap of lace. I run my pointer finger along the top before I slip my hand down the front of them. “My little liar. You’ve made a mess of these panties, you’re so fucking wet for me,” I groan in response to the feel of her.
“It’s not for you,” she can’t help but moan as my finger pushes inside her slick cunt.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you just can’t help yourself, can you? I’ll have to take you over my knee and punish you if you keep lying to me.” I give my finger one more hard thrust inside her, and it almost brings me to myknees. She’s so hot and tight, I can’t wait to get her in my bed.Fuck.The things I’ll do to her.
I withdraw my finger and give her cunt a little pat. Stepping back from her, I look her directly in the eye as I raise my finger to my mouth and lick her flavor from it.Fucking delicious.
“I’ll meet you at the bar on the pier at seven p.m. Don’t be late.” With that I turn and walk towards my car.
Chapter Four
Peyton
I’m not going. There is no way I’m going. Absolutely not. I’m muttering all of this under my breath as I pull on my clothes — clothes that look good on me, clothes that are suitable to wear to a bar. A bar I amnotgoing to.
“Want me to drop you off?” Harry asks from my doorway where he is loitering.
“I’m not going,” I mutter as I apply another coat of mascara.
“Of course you’re not. Your makeup looks good like that; I like the darker eye on you. Makes the blue really pop.”
“I’m just experimenting, it’s not like I’mgoing out or anything.”
“Mmhmm. So do you want me to drop you there or not?” he asks again. My head drops to the surface of my vanity table, and I groan.
“No,” I mumble, “I’ll drive, at least that way I can leave when I want. Plus, I’m on an early shift tomorrow, so I don’t want a late night or much to drink at all.” I turn to look at my best friend. “Am I mad for going?”
“Darling girl, you’d be mad if you didn’t go.”
“He’s an asshole. You always say I deserve better than the assholes I’ve dated before.”
“A man that looks the way he does? He’s going to have a certain arrogance about him but give him a chance. Personally, I think it’s hot. Plus, the things he’s said to you? Fuck, Peyton, please bring him home with you tonight, even if you don’t like him after tonight, you can always use him to just get yourself off; I don’t think he’d complain.” I can’t help but laugh. If I want sensible in my life, I do not go to Harry.
Just under an hour later, I walk into the little bar on the pier. I’m fifteen minutes late but seeing that I wasn’t even sure I was coming, he’d better not complain. I don’t see him as my gaze scans the patrons. It’s busy for a Thursday night, with a band setting up in the corner. Still not finding the man I’m supposed to be meeting, I wonder if he’s left already. It is definitelynotdisappointment I’m feeling.
“You’re late,” the words are whispered in my ear as his body presses against the back of mine. I realize he must have been sitting at the few tables outside on the deck.
“I wasn’t going to come, so count yourself lucky I’m even here.”
“Then I would have just come and found you.” His pointer finger runs down the exposed skin of my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“You don’t know where I live,” I breathe, his presence affecting me more than I’m willing to admit to myself.
“As if a little thing like that would stop me,” his chuckle ruffles the hair by my ear. “Come on, I have a table outside for us.” His arm slides to the small of my back, guiding me out to the deck. It’s a beautiful warm evening, perfect for sitting out and watching the sunset. He pulls out a chair for me to take a seat; as I do, I notice a bottle of my favorite wine already on the table. I raise my eyebrows at him.
“I did my homework,” he smirks.
“Should I be scared?’’
