Shameless (Enemies to Lovers 5)
Chapter 12
RHETT
Fuuuuck!
Yeah, that’s about the only reason I have for my behavior. Oh right, that’s not an explanation at all.
Dickhead.
Asshole.
Dipshit.
What the hell am I doing?
I climb into the car and try as I might, my eyes lock on her chest. The one that’s covered with a thin layer of wet nothing. It might as well be nothing. I have a perfect view of her tits. The flawless swells. And don’t even get me started on those nipples. Biteable, suckable, lickable nipples. The stuff wet dreams are made of.
I shift in the seat, trying to move into a more comfortable position where it doesn’t feel like my zipper is trying to strangle my rock-hard cock.
As I pull away, Evie finally catches her bearings and scowls at me. “Why did you throw me over your shoulder?”
Because I couldn’t bear the sight of your perfect tits a second longer without fucking you right there on the pavement.
Off course I don’t admit that, but instead I clear my throat and growl, “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s raining, and we’re both soaked.”
Anything is better than telling her the truth. I’m pretty sure the last thing she wants to hear is that I have a new image to fantasize about when I rub one out in the shower.
Fuck, this is insane. I hardly know Evie. Well, besides her basic info, but nothing about who she is, what she likes, what makes her tick.
What makes her tick. Now there’s a subject I’m interested in.
It’s official. I’m a fucking pervert. I swear my brain’s default setting is sex, sex, and… oh yeah, anything to do with sex. Add images of Evie wearing a wet shirt, and you have a winning recipe for a mind-blowing orgasm.
I let out a heavy sigh as I try to focus on the road.
“That’s no reason for throwing me over your shoulder,” Evie says, refusing to let go of the trivial matter of me acting like a dick. “You could’ve just asked me to get in the car.”
My eyebrow darts up, and I give her a skeptical look. “Babe, I’m pretty sure I did ask you.” I nod my head, pretending to think about what happened. “Yeah, right before your stubborn ass said you’re fine to walk home in the freezing storm.”
She narrows her eyes, and finally, she has mercy on my poor dick as she crosses her arms over those mouthwatering tits of hers.
I pull up to my house, and when I stop, Evie says, “Uhm, Rhett. This is your place.”
I frown as I look at her. “Your point being?”
She widens her eyes at me as if she’s questioning my sanity. Actually, she should question my sanity. Hell, I’m pretty sure I would rank high on the crazy-as-fuck-meter.
“I don’t live here,” she snaps incredulously.”You know what,” she whispers as she opens the door, “don’t worry. I’ll walk from here.”
Before she can even get around the car, I’m out of my seat and stalking towards her. I’m fucking cold, wet, and horny. I’m definitely not in the mood to run after her.
I grab her, and without a second thought, I throw her over my shoulder again. Her shriek brings a smile to my face, but her hands digging into my back only makes me harder.
Ignoring the grumbling coming from behind me, I walk towards the front door. When Evie starts to squirm, I let out a soft chuckle then plant my hand firmly on her ass. Just as I thought, she squeaks as her entire body freezes.
Once inside the house, I head up the stairs, and I only stop once I’m in my room. I kick the door shut behind us before I lower her to the floor, and just because I like to torture myself, I let her body slowly brush against mine on the way down.
Yeah, I’m definitely a sucker for punishment.