Why? I barely know this girl. Is it because I want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone before.
No, it’s not that. So what the hell is it?
I glance at her, and see that her eyes have filled with tears.
Shit, don’t cry. I don’t do crying chicks.
“Look,” I start to speak quickly to stave off her tears, “I’m just saying that if you want me to hurt him, I will. Call it my way of paying you back for taking care of Dozer. If you don’t, you don’t. No big deal.”
Biting her lip, she nods. A tear falls from her long lashes, splashing onto her jeans.
My chest starts to feel tight. What the fuck is that?
I look away, giving her privacy as she swipes her fingers under her eyes to dry them.
And also so I can rub this fucking ache out of my chest.
“Mia, I just want you to know that not all men are assholes.”
What. The. Fuck?
Not all men are assholes? Jesus Christ, Matthews. Yes, we are. There are just varying degrees of male assholeness.
I’m an asshole. One who would never raise his hand to a woman, and I fucking abhor men that do. But I have absolutely no problem in hooking up with a chick, then walking away from her the second my cock is out of her.
Case in point – whatsername from yesterday. See, I can’t even remember her name. That’s how big an asshole I am.
Weird thing is … I don’t want Mia to think I’m an asshole. I want her to like me.
It’s the whole damsel in distress thing. Has to be. And the way she took care of Dozer before, so gentle with him. Frigging amazing.
It’s doing fucked up things to me.
I risk a glance and her wide, glistening, bright blue eyes are blinking back at me. Long lashes bat against her cheekbones.
Jesus, she’s beautiful.
She licks her lips and presses them together. My eyes fall to them.
I want to kiss them.
Her.
Everywhere.
Run my tongue over every inch of her silky soft skin.
I bet she tastes like vanilla. Tastes exactly like she smells.
I want to spread her legs and bury my head between her thighs. Lick her until she screams my name. Then push my cock deep inside and fuck her until we both lose our goddamn minds from the pleasure.
I might not have test driven her yet, but I just know that sex with Mia Monroe would be that good. I have a sense for these things.
Yes, I know it’s totally inappropriate for me to want this at this exact moment, but people look for comfort in difficult situations, right?
And Dozer would understand. That dog is as horny as I am. He’s just about dry humped every piece of furniture we own. I once caught him going at it with the wooden table in the garden. Poor bastard was so desperate to get off that he risked splinters. I really should get him laid.
Holy shit. Dozer’s a virgin.
Now that’s just not right.
I swear to God right here and now – get Dozer through this and I promise the first thing I’ll do is hook him up with the hottest dog I can find. Not that I know anything about hot dogs … yeah, I caught that, I’m as funny as I am good-looking. But I think a fancy dog like a poodle or something would work for Dozer.
“So, Jordan…” I seriously dig the way she says my name. “Dozer is an unusual name for a dog. Where did that come from? He sleep a lot?” Her lips work on a smile, and my dick pulses in response.
She’s after a subject change, and I can go with that. I let out a laugh and look away before I do something stupid like pull a Dozer and try to dry hump her leg.
“Yeah, he sleeps tons, but that’s not where it came from. Dozer was a stray. Found him at our door one night when he was a puppy. He was starving, so we took him in and fed him. We put out fliers, but no one claimed him, so we kept him. In the first week he stayed with us, he broke a shit load of stuff—ornaments, plates, glasses, even a window.”
I laugh again, remembering how pissed my dad was when Dozer jumped head first at the living room window trying to get at a bird on the porch. Shattered the window.
“Basically, Dozer broke everything he touched, and my dad said he was like a bulldozer taking down everything in his path, and it just kinda stuck. Ended up being shortened to Dozer, because he can be a little dozy at times.” I smile, then I glance in the direction of the hall. “I’ve just always thought of him as invincible, you know.”
“He’s going to be fine, Jordan. It’s just a broken leg—well, not just a broken leg, because broken legs are incredibly painful, I just meant—”
Her face has gone red. She’s flustered. Cute.
“I know what you meant.” I smile.
A small smile touches her lips. “Aside from his leg, I really don’t think there is anything else to worry about.” She touches my arm with her fingers. It’s a gentle touch, almost imperceptible. But even still, my blood turns to molten fucking lava at the contact.