smooth and hot and was surrounded by crisp hair.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he said.
His words were like being hit in the face with a snowball. She jerked her hand away as if she’d been scalded, pushed at his hard chest. “Stop. Please stop.”
His breath was noisy, choppy, as he swore aloud. “Do you know how easy it would be for me to finish this?”
Fear mixed with anger knotted inside her. She shook her head.
“I could take you, right this minute, and you couldn’t do anything to stop me.” His voice was raw, hoarse and cold.
She swallowed back a lump in her throat as she forced herself to look up at him. His mouth was tight and grim. Releasing a lengthy sigh, he rolled to the side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Only then did Hollin allow herself to breathe, but it was impossible to steady her erratic heartbeat.
“Hollin,” he said, and she detected a thawing in his tone. “Don’t you realize if you’d been with anyone else, he may not have stopped. You could have been raped.”
Turning her head to the side in shame, she stared at the wall. “I want to go home,” she said, whimpering.
“Look at me,” he said, ignoring her plea. “Please, look at me.”
She turned her head slowly in his direction.
“What I was about to do to you had nothing to do with love. Nothing that happened between us tonight had anything to do with love. Do you understand?”
She nodded reluctantly.
“No matter how many times you tell yourself you only let me touch you because you love me, it’s bullshit. I don’t want you to love me. I don’t need your love. When I fuck a woman, it’s about sex and feeling good. Nothing else.”
Hollin suddenly felt small, weak. Like a tiny child. She sniffed.
He swore again. “Dammit, Hollin. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
She let the tears fall, not giving a damn whether she made him uncomfortable or not. The tears wouldn’t stop even if she tried, and she was soon sobbing.
Griffin folded her into his arms, kissed her cheek and forehead. “Please, you’re breaking my heart.”
She didn’t give two hoots about his heart after the way he’d crushed hers. She tried to jerk away from him, but he refused to let her go.
“Stop it!” he said, shaking her. “Calm down.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, refusing to look at him.
“Of course you do. But someday you’ll thank me for my brutal honesty.”
She was about to respond when there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Hey, Griffin, if you’re done with the jail bait, how about letting us have a turn with her.”
Griffin shot off the bed, wearing only his T-shirt and boxers and yanked the door open. Hollin couldn’t see who was outside the door, but she heard the commotion, heard the fist fight between Griffin and at least two other guys. Something glass crashed and broke, and then she heard him yell. “Get the hell out of here! Both of you.”
She quickly righted her clothing, wiped the tears from her face and hopped off the bed. By that time, Griffin was the only one standing in the hall. She barely caught sight of two boys she didn’t recognize running around the corner, desperate to get away.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” he said, bringing his knuckles to his mouth. “Fix your hair. I’m taking you home.”
#
Hollin clung tightly to Griffin, keeping her cheek pressed against his back as he cruised along the dark roads. It was the first time she’d been on a motorcycle. The ride should have been exhilarating, fun and a little scary. But Hollin felt none of those things. She was numb from all that had happened that evening. She simply felt nothing at all.
By the time he pulled into her drive, she was only too happy to be home. She didn’t bother to thank him for the ride as she swung her leg over the bike and got off. She tugged the helmet he’d insisted she wear off her head and handed it to him, careful not to look him in the eye. Then she
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he said.
His words were like being hit in the face with a snowball. She jerked her hand away as if she’d been scalded, pushed at his hard chest. “Stop. Please stop.”
His breath was noisy, choppy, as he swore aloud. “Do you know how easy it would be for me to finish this?”
Fear mixed with anger knotted inside her. She shook her head.
“I could take you, right this minute, and you couldn’t do anything to stop me.” His voice was raw, hoarse and cold.
She swallowed back a lump in her throat as she forced herself to look up at him. His mouth was tight and grim. Releasing a lengthy sigh, he rolled to the side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Only then did Hollin allow herself to breathe, but it was impossible to steady her erratic heartbeat.
“Hollin,” he said, and she detected a thawing in his tone. “Don’t you realize if you’d been with anyone else, he may not have stopped. You could have been raped.”
Turning her head to the side in shame, she stared at the wall. “I want to go home,” she said, whimpering.
“Look at me,” he said, ignoring her plea. “Please, look at me.”
She turned her head slowly in his direction.
“What I was about to do to you had nothing to do with love. Nothing that happened between us tonight had anything to do with love. Do you understand?”
She nodded reluctantly.
“No matter how many times you tell yourself you only let me touch you because you love me, it’s bullshit. I don’t want you to love me. I don’t need your love. When I fuck a woman, it’s about sex and feeling good. Nothing else.”
Hollin suddenly felt small, weak. Like a tiny child. She sniffed.
He swore again. “Dammit, Hollin. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
She let the tears fall, not giving a damn whether she made him uncomfortable or not. The tears wouldn’t stop even if she tried, and she was soon sobbing.
Griffin folded her into his arms, kissed her cheek and forehead. “Please, you’re breaking my heart.”
She didn’t give two hoots about his heart after the way he’d crushed hers. She tried to jerk away from him, but he refused to let her go.
“Stop it!” he said, shaking her. “Calm down.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, refusing to look at him.
“Of course you do. But someday you’ll thank me for my brutal honesty.”
She was about to respond when there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Hey, Griffin, if you’re done with the jail bait, how about letting us have a turn with her.”
Griffin shot off the bed, wearing only his T-shirt and boxers and yanked the door open. Hollin couldn’t see who was outside the door, but she heard the commotion, heard the fist fight between Griffin and at least two other guys. Something glass crashed and broke, and then she heard him yell. “Get the hell out of here! Both of you.”
She quickly righted her clothing, wiped the tears from her face and hopped off the bed. By that time, Griffin was the only one standing in the hall. She barely caught sight of two boys she didn’t recognize running around the corner, desperate to get away.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” he said, bringing his knuckles to his mouth. “Fix your hair. I’m taking you home.”
#
Hollin clung tightly to Griffin, keeping her cheek pressed against his back as he cruised along the dark roads. It was the first time she’d been on a motorcycle. The ride should have been exhilarating, fun and a little scary. But Hollin felt none of those things. She was numb from all that had happened that evening. She simply felt nothing at all.
By the time he pulled into her drive, she was only too happy to be home. She didn’t bother to thank him for the ride as she swung her leg over the bike and got off. She tugged the helmet he’d insisted she wear off her head and handed it to him, careful not to look him in the eye. Then she
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