“I’m not hard up for anything, you idiot. Least of all you.” Except my own hard-on obliterated that defense. I couldn’t even think straight when he was around. My head hated him for a thousand reasons, but there was a want in my blood I couldn’t deny. It had been there since Preston’s party — the first time he touched me, smiled at me. And, of course, kissed me. “Then why is your dick so hard, baby?” he asked, reaching for my belt buckle.
