You're It

by Cleo White

He looks furious. “There are better solutions than finding a stranger to satisfy you. I know there’s a shop just down the road that sells… equipment to assist with that.”

I swallow. “I’m not a pilgrim. I own a vibrator.”

Dar takes a step forward, narrowing the distance between us to only a few feet, dark eyes boring into mine. “Use it, then.” His voice is low and authoritative, inviting no discussion into the matter.

Is that so much to ask for? To be wanted? For years, I was passed back and forth between my parents like a used tissue. They had their own lives, new relationships, new priorities, and I was just a consequence of their foolish teenage mistake. Then there was Dar, and after him, a string of relationships where I always seemed to care more than the other person in it.

I’m doing this. I’m touching Savvy. It’s my hands gripping her waist, my dick pressed against her ass, and my lips on her neck. This isn’t accidental, or instinctive, or a goddamn handshake. This is me, a man, putting my hands on her, a woman I want with everything I am.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Only you. Last night, the thought of you with someone else”—my hold on her waist tightens—“wrecked me, baby. If you don’t feel the same, tell me to leave you alone. Tell me now, because the things I want to do to you aren’t decent, and once we start…” Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.

“Make no mistake, Miss Laurence. I might be playing the gentleman now, but if you let me between those thighs, I won’t tolerate teasing.”

It takes every ounce of control I possess to keep from dropping to my knees and telling her right now. I love you. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.

Maybe I should feel guilty about this, or at least conflicted for fucking my dead friend’s daughter in the place he once loved most in the world, but I don’t.

“You must think I’m a bitch for icing her out after I found out she was seeing you.”

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