“Know you don’t. Doin’ it anyway.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I can and I wanna. That good enough?”
“Not really.”
“Too fuckin’ bad.”
“You’re an asshole.”
He smiled. “You bet I am.”
She wrapped one arm around his neck and hung onto her clothes and boots with the other. Her thumb rubbed back and forth over what had to be a long welt on his neck. “I didn’t mean to scratch you up like that.”
“Yeah, you did.”
She tipped her face up to him as he pushed through the swinging door. “You don’t mind?”
“Fuck no,” he answered as he took the stairs up to his apartment.
When he reached the top landing, he managed to get his keys out of his pocket, open the door and shut it behind them, all without dropping her.
He walked straight over to the bed and dumped her on it.
Mission accomplished.
Without waiting to see if she finished getting naked, he turned and headed to his kitchenette, shucked out of his cut, draping it over the back of one of the stools at the counter.
“You use that last night?”
Her question made him turn. She sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed, staring at his nightstand.
“Nope.”
What sat on top of it was what she had dug out of his underwear drawer. His blue Best Friend Jelly Pocket Sleeve that was not only ribbed on the inside, it had massaging beads. It truly was his “best friend.”
“This morning,” he confessed.
Beside it lay a half-empty tube of lube. He made a mental note to get more.
She had to have seen it earlier when she came upstairs to shower. Not that he cared. If he did, he would’ve hidden it in his drawer.
He had left it out because he’d actually planned to use it again tonight. But it turned out to be unneeded because the fantasy he’d played in his head while stroking himself to orgasm this morning, was now in his bed.
And after what he’d already experienced with her, neither of them would be needing the lube, either.
“No shame, huh?” she asked, picking up the tube of lube, reading the label and then tossing it back onto the nightstand.
“Not even the slightest.”
“You saw me naked last night.”
“Yeah, thanks for the assistance.”
She rolled her lips inward for a second. “Glad I could be of help.”
“How ‘bout that? You said the same thing to me this mornin’.” Actually, she didn’t. In this morning’s fantasy, she didn’t speak much at all. Just like in real life.
“You thought I was young.”
“But I knew you were legal.”
“Does that make a difference when it comes to your fantasies?” she asked, the amusement disappearing from her eyes.
“Fuck yeah, it does. I’d kick my own fuckin’ ass if I started whackin’ off to someone underage.”
“How about whacking off to unsuspecting adults?”
“Would you have known if I hadn’t told you?”
She lifted and dropped one slender shoulder. “No.”
“Then there you go. No harm, no foul.”
“But now I know.”
“You sure as fuck do. Gotta piss. Be naked by the time I come back out.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
He thought of Billie. When they hooked up there was only one boss. It wasn’t him. “Not always.”
He was done with this Q and A session. He turned and strode to the bathroom.
Once inside, he paused in front of the sink and glanced in the small mirror above it.
Red welts crisscrossed his neck. He twisted his head back and forth, then lifted his chin to see them on the back, the sides and his throat. He ran a finger over one of the deeper scratches and saw it had bled slightly.
He grinned and murmured, “Damn, you little hellcat.”
Yep, this whole thing was a mistake because now he wanted to be the person to try and tame her. Then teach her how great sex could be.
He just might have to put both her and her band on a regular rotation.
That sounded like a fucking plan he could live with.
Now he just needed her to get onboard, too.
He still had a few hours left to convince her.
Chapter Eleven
Syn had both hands planted on his chest, using her arms for support, as she slowly lifted and lowered herself on his cock.
It was a nice cock. She hadn’t seen a lot of them, but from what she’d seen, whether in person or in pictures and videos, his was right up there with one of the nicest.
He also seemed to be proud of it. Like it was blue ribbon award-winning or something.
The wide black leather cuff that now circled her left wrist was the only thing she currently wore. She had snatched it from the top of his dresser when she crawled off the bed earlier to finish getting undressed. Like he demanded.
She had to wrap the cuff around her wrist twice before securing it. Even then it was looser than she liked to wear her own similar cuffs since her wrist was much narrower than his.