Too Hard (Too 1)

“Yeah, he did. I think seeing him so pissed reminded me that there are still good guys out there.” She lets out a long sigh. “Not all men just want to use you for sex.”

“You think he’s a good guy?” I think so, but what do I know about men? I was raised by two women who never brought men around us. We knew next to nothing about their dating lives or if they had any. It wasn’t until the past few years that Nellie and I figured out they had normal lives and went on dates with guys.

“I mean, he could have pushed you to do more but he didn’t.”

If he wanted in my pants he could have easily gotten into them. He didn’t have to come back for dinner, because I was offering myself on a silver platter right then.

“Also, before you start spinning things in that head of yours.” She points the blush brush at me. “Him pushing you away isn’t a bad thing. He was trying to do what he thought was best for you. That means he puts you before himself because it’s clear he wants you.”

“I hadn’t thought of it like that.” All I kept thinking was at any moment he was going to leave. That he would realize the age gap was too big for him to handle and I didn’t want to be the girl who chased after a man.

“He’s not winning the fight with himself, I can tell you that.” She steps away so I can look at myself in the mirror.

“Wow,” I say as I take a step closer to the mirror. The dress is a little shorter than I would normally wear outside of the house, but it’s cute. “You didn’t put much makeup on me.” I touch my cheeks as I lean close and I can still see my freckles.

“Butch looks like the kind of man that likes it natural.”

“I hope so,” I agree and turn around.

The back of the dress is full lace and it shows off my bare skin. My red hair looks nice against the white. She only gave it a little fluff so it looks fuller. Whatever she’s done to my lips made them look bigger, too, and the color almost matches my own.

I lick them, thinking about Butch kissing me because he likes my dress so much. My mind floods with all the things he might do to me in this dress, and though I don’t need his approval I want it.

A knock sounds at the door and Nellie grabs her stuff. “That’s my cue to leave.”

She kisses me on the cheek before darting from my bedroom and then I hear her let Butch in. I give myself one last look and suddenly I feel super shy as I step into the hallway to see him.

I lock my hands together as I make my way down the hallway and step into the living room. When I don’t see him my shoulders drop. Did he change his mind?

“Fucking hell.” I turn to see Butch standing in my office. I wonder if Nellie told him it needed some help on her way out.

My eyes search his face, wondering if he likes what he sees. I open my mouth to ask him, but before I can get a word out he has me in his arms and pressed to the wall.

His lips come down on mine and his grip is tight as the passion that was just on the edge an hour ago is unleashed once again.

Chapter Ten

Butch

“You’re going to break me,” I say as my lips move down her neck. “I’ve never felt so damn nervous before.”

“What are you afraid of?” Her hands grip my hair as I kiss my way to her cleavage.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”

My tongue dips between her breasts and then I kiss the tops of them that are pushed up from the dress. She’s got tits way too big for someone so small, and in this dress they look even bigger. It clings to her and shows off her soft middle and round ass. The dress is so short that her thick thighs are way too exposed. I told her to wear a dress, but I’m beginning to think that was a mistake.

She’s got one leg up and around mine and I can see down to where it’s bunched up and shows off her panties. Goddamn I’m not going to be able to walk tonight with how hard my dick is, let alone go out in public.

“Something that feels this good can’t be wrong.” Her breath catches on the last word as I slide my hand up her dress and cup her bare ass.

“Are you wearing a thong?” I ask, and she nods. “Fuck, I need to see it.”

Without thinking I kneel down in front of her and grab her hips. I turn her around and push her against the wall as I yank up the back of her dress to her waist.