Brett’s head dips down and he growls. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I lower my lashes and smirk. “Isn’t that what you came here to do?”
His face moves in closer, until we’re almost nose to nose. For a moment I swear he’s going to kiss me, and fuck if I’m not going to let him. His head turns at the last second and then he’s breathing into my ear so that only I can hear. “It wasn’t always just sex with us, Mandy.”
It wasn’t, but I so can’t even go there right now.
Fuck it, you only live once. And it’s been so long…. Seriously, how many times can you break a heart? Can you even break if it’s still broken?
The horny teenager inside of me grips his shoulders hard and lifts up on her tiptoes so I can whisper back to him. “Yeah, but you have to admit the sex was really fucking good.”
Oops, I just did it again. I’m making this all about sex.
I’m a bad, bad girl.
Brett growls and grabs me by the hips, pulling me back into his trapped hard-on. “Last warning. If you don’t stop, I’m going to find a dark corner and fuck you silly.”
I’ve been thinking about Brett fucking me silly all week. There’s not a night that’s gone by that I didn’t regret running away from him when we were interrupted in the back of the arena. My body ached to finish what we started. I couldn’t fall asleep without relieving the throb between my thighs. It’s been so long since I’ve been with Brett, since I’ve been with anyone. I tried to date after him, but my heart just wasn’t into it. No one compared. No one could work me up the way he does.
And now, now that he’s right here in front of me, looking sexy as sin. How can I resist him? To me, he’s always been irresistible.
I know I could put a stop to this now and shut it down, he’s totally giving me the out. God help me but I want him. He’s always been my weakness. It’s like he emits some super strong fuck-me-Mandy pheromones.
I moan, rubbing myself against him and clutch the front of his shirt.
“Mandy, how much have you had to drink?” Brett asks.
“Just a little.”
I’m not sure how I’m doing it but I realize I’m walking backwards. Then my back meets a hard wall.
“Look at me,” Brett says and his fingers curl around my chin.
I peer up at him through my lashes.
“How many drinks?”
“Two before the club and two since we got here.”
“Are you drunk?”
I’m so lost in Brett’s eyes, seriously, they’re too beautiful. “No, I’m not drunk, just a little buzzed.” Grace and I did our pre-gaming back at her place at least a couple of hours ago.
Brett’s lips curve into a wicked smile and he says, “Good.” He rolls his hips into me, grinding me with his hard bulge. I moan and go up on my tiptoes. “Do you wanna get out of here?”
I do, I really, really do. But, “I can’t leave Grace. We look out for each other when we go out.”
Brett nods. “Give me a minute and I’ll make sure Jill gets her home?”
A soft, “Okay,” rolls off of my lips then Brett is crushing them against his mouth.
“Stay right here, okay?” he asks me, finally pulling away after kissing me until I feel like I’m drunk.
I nod because I totally can’t move my tongue enough to talk. He grins, his eyes lighting up and then he’s gone.
It feels like only seconds pass before he’s back, taking me by the hand and leading me out into the cool night. He doesn’t let go, if anything his fingers tighten around me as we quietly walk to his car.
Perhaps it’s just the dark glittering sky stretching out above me but I can feel the enormity of this decision weighing down on me. After tonight, after this, things are either going to get better or they’re going to get much, much worse. But I can’t go back now, we can never go back.