Page 13 of Wallflower No More

She's surprised but doesn't call me out. I'm beginning to think it's not that guys have avoided her, but it's been vice versa, because the glint in this motherfuckers eyes says he is disappointed she's got a man with her tonight. “Hey, Rabies.” She retorts.

Scarlett was trying to piss me off, but it’s having the opposite effect. It makes me give my best devilish smile. One, because that's my name, and two, this douche canoe needs to know I'm a “little” unhinged. “I decided it was best to stay over tonight since I'll be helping you move this weekend anyway.”

“You're moving?” The Jackass asks.

I reply before she can. “Yes, she's moving in with me.”

She giggles, which is music to my ears. Christ. Who am I? “Um...not him. I'm moving in with his friends.”

The guy perks up. “Oh. Cool. Well, I'll be seeing you.”

“The hell you will.” I get in his face and smile when he squirms. Yeah, I'm an asshole.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “I didn't mean anything by that, Bro.”

“Well, Bro, I'll kick your ass if you get within 100 feet of her. She's mine. Now fuck off.” My fist is clenched at my sides, always ready for a fight.

He backs up and has the good sense not to look at her again. When I turn around, she has her hand on her hips. Her brown eyes are glowing. “I am most assuredly not yours. What is wrong with you? He was just being nice.”

Getting in her face and placing my hands on my hips, I mimic her movements. Just to tick her off. “You're mine. Understand?”

She rolls her eyes. Her face flushed with annoyance. “Color me confused because you're so damn random.”

Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I bring her eyes back up to mine. “Smart mouths work better with cocks in them. Is that random enough for you?”

She nods her head in agreement. Uncoiled desire clouds her eyes. I grip her chin tighter. “Good. Now, let's go in and have a little chat. Shall we?” We walk in, and I throw my overnight bag on her full-size bed. Yeah, we're going to have to get her a bigger bed. We'll need room to move.

Every time I've come here to drown my demons with her goodness, my full attention was on nothing but Scarlett. Looking around now, I like her apartment. Her walls are bare except for a few family photos and some rather risqué posters of romance book covers. Lifting my eyebrow, I investigate. Someone has a penchant for leather, lace, and being tied up. My dick salutes her excellent taste. Turning around, I don't hide the fact that I have an erection. Her heart-shaped mouth is agape, and her breathing is shallow, telling me she feels this electric current between us. You'd have to be dead not to. “Come here.” She bites her bottom lip, which makes my cock rock hard. She walks over and stands a couple of feet away from me. “I said come here, Scarlett.” Grabbing her shirt, I yank her to me. Surprise is etched all over her pretty face. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard. The thought of taking her bareback almost pushes me over the edge, and I am barely touching her right now. “Why? Wouldn't you still want to wear a condom anyway?” She whispers softly—desire making her body tremble.

My eyes darken as I tower over her. “When I finally fuck you, Scarlett, I will take you raw.” Placing my mouth on her neck, I nip at her silky skin, thoroughly planning to mark her again. That asshole from earlier still has me riled up. She's mine. “Since you're new to this, we can take it slow-ish for a time. Also, full disclosure: I get tested every six months. Never had any issues, and I always wear a condom. You'll be the only exception.”

Her brows furrow with confusion. “Why? Because I'm so inexperienced?”

“Shit, no, I wouldn't care if you'd been with zero or even a hundred men.” Taking my hand, I cup her mound, earning a gasp from those goddess-like lips. Seduction is a dance, and we're just at the beginning. “But my cock has this overwhelming urge to claim you. With nothing between us, just skin on skin.”

She greedily grips the front of my shirt as I draw circles around her clit with my index and middle fingers through her leggings. My Wallflower begins panting in my ear, but I won't give her a release yet. There is still too much to discuss. Pulling my hand away and smiling as she whimpers in protest. Soon.

***

Axel's proposition is insane. No one will believe it, but all the iniquity he has planned for us has me accepting it, nonetheless. Now, on to negotiations.

-Scarlett

The lustful haze subsides from us both, making my cheeks turn red. Backing away from him, only to fall on my couch, is not the sexiest move I've ever made, but it created the distance that was needed for me to be able to breathe anyway. Axel is larger than life, not only in height and stature, but also his personality is off the charts. His mere presence can suffocate an entire room. I'm not used to this much attention, and it's starting to freak me out.

The distance is short-lived as Axel sits down beside me. His leg and arm searing my skin where our bodies touch. Sliding over an inch, but he only pulls me back. I smile over at him. “Are you always this much of a caveman?”

He smirks. Sending my ovaries in total overdrive. “Only when I see something I want.”

Biting my lip, I ask the question, running on a loop in my mind. “Why?”

He curses under his breath. “Why not?” Rolling my eyes at him is going to be a common occurrence if we hang out often. He laughs at me when he notices my expression. “Scarlett, I don't know who told you weren't, but you're unbelievably fuckable. As you know, my ego isn't fragile, so I can admit this and not feel embarrassed. You almost made me come in my pants after hearing the sounds you made as I was playing with your sweet pussy just now. That's never happened to me before. And although you try to fight me at every turn, your inner submissive is showing, and I can't wait to fuck her.”

My eyes widen. He sees me and gets that I've longed to have a dominant partner. I lost my virginity the night of high school graduation and have only ever been with one guy. My old best guy friend Blaze, we were both virgins and didn't want to start college that way. If he were a book boyfriend, he'd be the cinnamon roll type. I still absolutely adore him. That was a great summer, with a few stolen moments. We're still good friends. He's back in Louisiana and plays football for LSU. The Longhorns play them this season, and we have plans to get together before or after. Just to see each other and hang out. That could pose a problem.

“Well, according to your ego, you're unbelievably fuckable as well. I know you don't want a relationship with me, so what do you want?” I fold my arms over my chest.