Too Hard (Too 1)

“It can be a pain to get around in when I’m in the city, but it can pull or haul anything you want.” He has his arm wrapped around me tight, which is where it’s been since we stepped out of my place.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys and I hear the truck unlock. At the same time a side step comes down on the side that I can use.

“Oh.” I smile and he opens the door for me. I use the step as he helps me into the truck. “That’s kinda cool.”

“Think I was going to let everyone see your ass?” he asks, and I laugh, looking down at him. He doesn’t look like he thinks that’s funny. “I don’t share.” He levels me with a hard stare and I shake my head. I don’t want him to share me either. I only want him touching me. “Good girl.”

He shuts the door and those two words make my heart flutter. I might have daddy issues, because I enjoy his approval way too much. It goes straight between my thighs where I can still feel a burn from the graze of his stubble. The stickiness of his cum is still inside of me and I can’t believe he did it. Watching him push it inside of me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and I know it’s only the beginning of what Butch can do to me.

I have to fight myself to keep from slipping my hand between my legs. I want to know what he tastes like so badly. He got to taste me, but before I could try and do the same he got us out of the apartment.

“I don’t share either,” I blurt out when I look over at him.

He so handsome I bet I’m not the first woman who sat down on him when he was under their sink. I’m a little bit shy, so I’m guessing they got the nerve up to do it without clothes on.

“Then we’re on the same page.” He puts his key in and the truck rumbles to life.

“Where are we going?” I pull on the end of the dress, trying to make it a little bit longer.

Butch changed into a pair of nice black pants and a button-up shirt. He says the name of a place I don’t recognize as he drives away from my place. If Nellie hasn’t taken me to a restaurant then I haven’t gone. I’m good at ordering takeout and eating on the sofa. I only go out when she drags me and tells me I need fresh air. The air out here always smells the same as in my place, so I have no idea what she’s talking about.

I’m up for going out with Butch right now, but I’d like to go back to my place and pick up where we left off. The things he did to me, I still can’t believe happened. I’ve never done anything like that before and I never wanted to until now. I need more, but I’m out of my depth. I can’t understand or keep up with my body’s reaction to Butch.

“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

He already knows I’ve never had sex. I’m not sure how he could tell, but I can only guess it was my actions. I can also spot a newbie when I play video games, so I know people tend to stay away from them.

“Good,” he tosses back at me.

“Good?” I speak a little too loudly. How is that good?

“Yeah, good. I told you I’m not good at sharing, or at least with you I’m not. I don’t want to think about other men touching you before me while I have the privilege of taking you out.”

“Oh.” That makes sense because I don’t like the idea of him doing that with other women.

“You date a lot?” I hedge.

“No, I had to google where to take a date,” he admits, and it makes me smile. Maybe this is new ground for both of us.

“Really?”

He comes to a stop at the light and turns to look at me. “Yeah, really, little one. I don’t date or do that shit Sean does.” He reaches out and rubs the side of my cheek with his finger. “Then there you were, making me wonder how I’ve been living so long without you.” My breath hitches. “Fuck, you’re soft.” His hand drops away and I want to grab it back, but the light turns green again.

We drive a few miles before we pull up outside of the restaurant. I look from the restaurant to him. It’s hard to tell if it’s a place for people to eat or a nightclub. Either way, I really don’t want to go inside. I don’t have a phobia of people, but an abundance of them always makes me anxious.