AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her lips are salty from the tears rolling down her cheeks and into our mouths.
“I’m sorry for not being here when you woke up. I’m sorry that my lips weren’t the first thing that touched yours. God, Lettie, I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Her forehead dips into my chest, and I kiss the top of her head, surrounding her with my arms. Lettie lets out a heavy sigh, and her frame softens into mine. I run my hands under my shirt that drapes her body. The feminine scent of the fruity body spray she wears mixes with the smell of yesterday’s cologne on my shirt, and it sends me over the edge.
“I’m sorry your tits are fucking perfect, and I can’t keep my hands off of them,” I say into her mouth.
Lettie makes a feeble attempt to push me away, but I graze her peaked nipple with my thumb, and she purrs. Then her brows knit together, and that little sound betrays her. The erection I hadn’t noticed because I’m so angry that she believes I’m sorry about what we did last night pushes into her stomach.
“And let’s make one thing clear, I didn’t fuck you last night,” I growl into her ear. Another purr. “But I’m fucking you now. Baby, is that what you want?”
“Quit calling me baby,” she protests weakly.
I’ve never called a woman by a pet name. That’s not true; I’ve called Lettie, Lettie Bug since childhood.
But I’m so riled up, I slip my hand between her legs, and her shorts have a wet spot, so I say it again, “Baby.” I claim her mouth and run my fingers under the lining of the running shorts. “Do you want me?”
“No.”
My body stills. Did she say no?
The only space between us is the width of my arm that’s in her pants. Our lips are touching, and she mumbles into them, “Never been told no? Of course, every girl says yes to Dane Greathouse.” There’s a trace of snake venom in her voice, and I like jealous Lettie.
“You said yes last night. Over and over,” I add.
She may not be conscious of it, but her lips are moving against mine.
“That was a mistake.”
“Don’t you fucking say that again. You know it wasn’t a mistake, or you wouldn’t be so wet for me right now. Lettie, you want me… feel how much I want you.” I move my hips, and she feels just how hard I am.
“Mistake.” She antagonizes me.
I take a breath into her ear, realizing what she’s doing. Lettie has always said the opposite of what she wants in a way to get what she wants. A memory flashes through my mind.
“Don’t win a rabbit for me. I have enough to take care of living with my grandparents.”
“Look at his perfect little nose and tail, but I don’t have a place to keep it.”
“It would be a mistake for you to win a rabbit for me.”
I walk up to the midway game where you shoot basketballs that barely fit through the hoops. And I win her a fucking white rabbit that she names Sugar.
Pulling back, I cradle her face in my hands and ask, “Do you remember when you insisted that you didn’t want a rabbit?”
Her eyes pinch together. “I wanted Sugar,” she claims, but I still remember the way she looked at me like it would be a crime if Sugar didn’t go home with her.
Her eyes are soft, and her grin stretches to touch the pads of my palms.
“I know you wanted Sugar.”
“How did you know?”
“Because you insisted you didn’t,” I whisper over her lips. I look into her eyes. “Just like you’re doing right now. I know you, Lettie. No one will ever know you like I do. You want me as much as I do you.” I drop my lips, kissing the corner of her disappearing grin. “Admit it.”
Closing her eyes, she mumbles, “You know I do.”
“I knew it.”
