His arms went around her and before he could second guess his decision, he bent his head, slamming his lips down on hers. She felt soft compared to his hardness. Sliding his hands to her hips, he walked her back until the wall of the bar stopped them from going any further. Taking a hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head and kept them there in a one-handed grip, never breaking contact with her lips. Using his free hand, Neal palmed her breast over the tight fabric of her shirt. She fit his hand perfectly. Large tits with a body fit for fucking. Passing her breasts, he dragged his hand over the roundness of her stomach—it always amazed him how some women with Sandy’s body shape could be so uncomfortable where she oozed confidence—until he cupped her heat at the apex of her thighs. She was hot against his hand.
Slipping under her short skirt, he pressed his fingers against her soaked panties.
“Fuck. You’re wet.”
He dipped past the fabric of her panties to slide between her smooth pussy lips.
Holy fuck. She shaved.
“I want to touch you.” She moaned, her hands fighting his grip.
Neal couldn’t let her touch him. The moment her hands were on his body, he’d lose the fight. Sandy had become a thorn in his side since she’d turned eighteen. Watching her with his brother had cut him to the core. Neal knew she would never be his woman. The thought killed him inside.
He gazed into her eyes and knew if he didn’t get control of himself, he’d forget about everything and simply take her.
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“Please,” she begged.
When his hand left her body she knew he was withdrawing from her.
“I can’t. For fuck sake you were with my brother.” Neal pulled away. Sandy watched as he glanced around them, obviously checking to see if someone had caught them.
“No one knows you’re with me,” she snapped. When would she learn? Neal didn’t want her.
“Good.”
Ouch. That one hurt.
“If you don’t want to be with me why did you have your fingers in my pussy?”
The urge to squeeze his cock until he sunk to his knees tempted her.
“What do you expect when you’re easy?” He stomped off leaving Sandy pissed off.
Why did she have to fall for a man who seemed incapable of seeing her as anything other than a good time? Yes, she had fun when she went out on the town and enjoyed her fair share of lovers. But he had no right to judge when he wasn’t there to see who she went home with, if anyone. At twenty-five she refused to wait around for Neal to find her attractive. Going out with the knowledge she’d be alone by the end of the night left her feeling cold. Stomping her feet, she stalked back to the bar. She passed couples smooching and the sight disgusted her. Neal couldn’t handle the fact she wasn’t some shy little virgin. Well, his fucking loss.#p#分页标题#e#
The moment she crossed the threshold, she spotted Neal with his hands wrapped around a woman. A woman who had a reputation rivaling her own. Sick of being treated like shit, she grabbed her bag from the booth she’d reserved with a few friends. A couple of men tried to stop her leaving. She refused their offers, leaving the bar alone. Why did she always have to let Neal get to her? In all the years she’d known him, he’d never given her any indication of wanting her. His hard cock was not a great sign. Most guys got hard over a willing female body.
She walked past the parked cars, finding her truck along the dirt road. Rubbing away the sweat from her brow, she unlocked the door and threw her bag onto the seat before starting to climb in.
“Sandy, wait.” She watched as Luke ran up. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“I’m sorry about my brother.”
“What’s there to be sorry about? He’s a wanker, who likes treating me like shit. I’m done with him, Luke.”
Sandy climbed into her truck and reached for the door.
“Don’t let him get to you. Neal has an issue with us being an item.”
“We haven’t been an item for years, Luke. I’m tired of waiting around. Please let go of my door.”
Luke stepped back, shaking his head.
She started up the engine and drove off. Gritting her teeth, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
The pain in her gut was kicking her backward, as the image of him in another woman’s arms burned its way through her brain. Showing Neal she wanted him hadn’t worked. No matter how much Luke agreed she’d be perfect for his brother, Sandy was tired of being thrown about like a rag doll.
An idea sprung to mind. She wouldn’t be available to him no matter how much she wanted him. From now on she would make him come to her. The time of her begging him was over.