where I’m sitting.”
Her hand drops back to her lap. “Violence never solves violence.”
This asshole blacks her eye, yet she thinks that way. She’s either a fucking angel, or really stupid. From what I’ve already seen of her, I’m going with angel. I hope she doesn’t prove me wrong on this.
“Maybe not.” I notice her eyes are on my mouth, so I swipe my lower lip with my tongue. “But trust me, it’s the only language that scum, like the bastard who did that to you, understand. And it’d make me feel a whole lot better knowing that me teaching him some manners would mean he’d keep his fuckin’ hands off you.”
Seriously, once I was done with him, he wouldn’t even breathe in her direction again. I want to hurt this asshole badly. About as badly as I want to be situated between her thighs.
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
Her hand drops back to her lap. “Violence never solves violence.”
This asshole blacks her eye, yet she thinks that way. She’s either a fucking angel, or really stupid. From what I’ve already seen of her, I’m going with angel. I hope she doesn’t prove me wrong on this.
“Maybe not.” I notice her eyes are on my mouth, so I swipe my lower lip with my tongue. “But trust me, it’s the only language that scum, like the bastard who did that to you, understand. And it’d make me feel a whole lot better knowing that me teaching him some manners would mean he’d keep his fuckin’ hands off you.”
Seriously, once I was done with him, he wouldn’t even breathe in her direction again. I want to hurt this asshole badly. About as badly as I want to be situated between her thighs.
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
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