The Pledge by Laura Ward, Christine Manzari Page A

were focused on the tiny scrap of material between her legs, and my dick was back on his game again.
    Amanda broke the kiss, panting. “I like you Alec.” Her voice was needy, and she ran her hands over my chest and arms. “But I need you to understand that I don’t do relationships.”
    Was this girl for real? “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have time for one.”
    She grinned, still circling her hips against me. “Good. Now take my shirt off.”
    Amanda lifted her arms, and I pulled the fabric up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Holy shit. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My dick twitched in appreciation. I slid my hands up her sides and then spread my fingers over her breasts, pressing their weight into my palms.
    I bent down to draw a nipple into my mouth, and she arched into me. She whimpered and grabbed the back of my head, and I squeezed her other breast, rubbing my thumb across her nipple. Pressing her breasts together, I licked up the seam, imagining what it would be like to fuck them.
    “You taste so good,” I murmured against her skin. I moved my mouth back to her breast and nipped the tiny bud between my lips. She squealed again, pushing me away.
    “I told you I was ticklish!” She giggled.
    The chink in the armor—Amanda was hotter than hell, but her laugh was a literal cock block. I rested my forehead against her shoulder. Did she have any idea what that screeching did to the situation in my pants? Limp. Like I-just-saw-my-grandma-naked limp.
    Fuck. Why was I thinking about that?
    Concentrate, Hart. Amanda is half naked in your lap. You want to fuck her tits. She probably wants you to fuck her tits. Shit, she’s probably going to let you fuck her tits if you can keep it together for more than ten seconds .
    “Keep going,” Amanda said, pushing my head back to her chest. “That felt so good.”
    Don’t mind if I do. My tongue circled around her nipple, and I reached down between us, pushing her skirt up higher. I started kissing her again, keeping her mouth busy and my dick happy.
    Amanda’s fingers were at my waistband, fumbling with the button of my jeans.
    Oh, hell yes.
    She pulled her lips from mine to stare at me. “You want this, Alec?” she asked, rubbing her hand along the bulge in my pants.
    “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
    She slowly slid down the zipper, and I shifted so I was lying down on the bed with her still straddling me. “Tell me you want me,” she whispered as she slid her fingers inside my jeans and stroked.
    “I want you, Taren...” The sentence ended in a growl as I pushed my hips up into her hands.
    Amanda’s head snapped up. “What did you just say?”
    “What?” I asked. Why was she stopping?
    “Did you just say Taren? Is that a girlfriend or something?”
    “What? No.” What the fuck? Did I really just say Taren?
    “Who’s Taren?” Her hand was still in my pants, but now it felt like she was holding my dick hostage. The other hand was in the middle of my chest, pinning me to the bed, which was actually kind of hot except that she was glaring at me.
    “Amanda,” I said, “I don’t have a girlfriend.” I wrapped a long strand of her hair around my finger and pulled her face down to mine for a kiss. “No relationships, remember?” Her body relaxed, and then her hand started stroking me again.
    My dick was straining against her grip and I pulled her closer, grinding my hips up into her. So fucking good. I just wanted to lose myself in her.
    The door to my room swung open and crashed into the wall behind it.
    “Honey, I’m home!” Caz called, flipping the light switch on.
    Blinded by the sudden brightness, I put my hands up to shield my eyes, and Amanda made the strange squeaking sound again as she attempted to cover herself. I sat up quickly to try to shield her, and I accidentally knocked her off my lap and onto the floor.
    “Aw, Christ,” Caz swore. “Were you guys really sucking face to The Shining ? That’s some messed up