I’d have done it all happily.
But then I shook my head, laughing a little at my flight of fancy.
You’re not going to ever get that far and you know it. This is one and done, just like the others. If she’s lucky, she might—might—get a spot on the roster. A phone call every so often when you need just that kind of ass, just that shape of mouth, just that curve of the hip.
She’s one of many and don’t you forget it, Wild.
Aye-aye, sir.
“Nice place you got here,” I finally remarked, as I heard her hesitant footsteps behind me.
I walked over to the bookshelf and glanced at some of the framed photos resting on a shelf at eye level.
“How do I know you’re not a psycho who’s going to rape and murder me?” she asked from behind me.
I picked up one photo of Caeli on the beach, a photo that showed her laughing as she held a beer. Nearby, a few guys were standing, one with his hand on her shoulder.
Immediately, I felt my stomach burn with jealousy.
Is that a boyfriend? Did he fuck her?
I felt like if he was standing in front of me right then I could literally have ripped his head off.
“When was this taken?” I said, turning and showing her the picture.
She folded her arms and walked only a couple of steps closer. “That was a year ago. Me and some friends spent a week at the Cape.”
“Friends? These guys were friends of yours?”
“Is that a problem?”
“I don’t know yet,” I replied, my nostrils flaring as I stared again at the guy whose hand was touching her bare shoulder in the picture. Quickly, I scanned the other photos to see any recurrences of his face, and I didn’t see any.
“You’re pretty weird,” Caeli said. “First you wait for me outside my restaurant, then you beat up my cousins, and then you turn up at my apartment. Now you’re inside commenting on my old pictures and interrogating me about my friends.”
I turned around and looked at her.
She was wearing her work outfit, nothing but cheap waitress garb, but I could see her curves, and I knew somehow that she was just raring to go—that when I started her she would be like a thoroughbred, fast out the gate and with energy to spare down the stretch.
My dick was suddenly rock fucking hard as I looked at her standing there, with that judgmental, pouty expression on her face—and I could already imagine how those plump lips would look stretching around my cock.
“So what if I’m weird?” I said, meeting her gaze evenly.
“I don’t know,” she said, licking her lips and glancing away from me.
I started walking toward her, feeling the energy between us building and enjoying the sense of tension that flooded my every cell.
Right now this was all that mattered.
The past was nothing but ancient history. The screams and explosions, the sound and stink of gunfire and sweat and the pit in my stomach from seeing my best friends blown apart in front of me—it was all gone. Wiped away by just being in the presence of this girl who had that “fuck you” attitude and yet she so clearly wanted to get her rocks off with me.
“What don’t you know, Caeli?”
“I don’t know if I like you very much, Zack.”
“I like the way you say my name, Caeli.” I smirked, as I got even closer, and now we were near enough to touch.
“I definitely don’t like the way you say my name,” she replied.
“Then I won’t say it,” I told her. “I’ll call you something else instead.”
“Oh?” she asked, her voice challenging me, her eyes begging me. “What will you call me, then?”
“I’ll call you my little slut,” I replied.
The look of shock on her face was priceless. “What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me,” I replied, grinning. Meanwhile, despite her professed indignation, her nipples were poking through her shirt as clear as day and I could see the desperation in her eyes.
“You need to leave,” she said. “Right now.”
“But if I leave then you’ll never know what it feels like to have me make you scream when you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
The color rose into her cheeks as her face flushed. “I should slap you in the face for the way you’re talking to me. It’s so disrespectful—“
“But you like it,” I said, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. The feel was electric and she easily fell into my grasp like she’d always belonged there.
Her hips banged into mine, as I pushed my body against hers. I felt myself swell as a feeling came over me that was beyond description.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to slide inside someone as badly as this in all my life.