Page 41 of Rafferty's Rules
‘Nah, one that’s a special treat.’
‘I can live with that. I’m like.. . Hershey Kisses. The caramel kind.’
‘Carmel?’ I repeat. ‘I went to school with a chick by that name. Oh, you meancara-mel.’
‘Pot-ta-too, po-tah-to,’ she says, squirming beneath me. Naked squirming that gets me in all the right places.
‘Are you hard of hearing? I saidCar-mel.’ By this time, I have her hands pinned to the floor, my cock growing hard between her legs. ‘Maybe you’re bite-sized because you pack a mean bite.’
‘I do not bite,’ she protests with a giggle. ‘I didn’t use my teeth at all!’ she adds, no doubt referring to her fantastic blowjob.
‘No, but you’re the only girl I know who’d tell a working girl she can do better than her next appointment.’
‘I said that?’ she whispers quietly, her beautiful eyes intent on mine.
‘Yeah. You were a badarse.’
And I’m in fucking trouble. As we stare at each other, the moment feels so much more than it should feel. So much bigger than I can afford it to feel.
‘I said I wasn’t going to do this again.’ My words are soft, but I still see the moment I’m the cause of her pain. She swallows, taking the moment to gather herself. I feel like a prick all the same.
‘Now who has buyer’s remorse?’
Fucking touché.
‘I... couldn’t regret you,’ I whisper, moving the strands of bed hair from her face. And that, I find, is the God’s honest truth. She blew into my life like a cyclone just yesterday, but rather than take shelter from her, I feel the growing need to protect her from harm. But something tells me that when she leaves, she’ll leave nothing but devastation behind.
You can’t fight nature, no matter how hard you try.
‘Then what is it?’ she asks softly.
‘I made a promise to myself a while back. I wasn’t gonna keep fucking up.’
‘But this is just fucking, not fucking up.’ She swallows as though it had cost her to curse. ‘At least, I hope it will lead to... sex. That other stuff? That’s not happening. Complications and recriminations.’ She shakes her head solemnly.
I try not to smile. Her argument is delivered without a hint of rancour and said so smoothly, I could almost persuade myself these are the practised words of a worldly woman. But who am I kidding? She can barely bring herself to swear.
It might be easier to take if she were that kind of woman.
‘Just fuckin, eh?’ I try to master my smile.
‘I’d like to think we’re working up to it.’
‘You don’t think touching and pussy licking and blow jobs are sex?’ And there’s that sweetly shocked look again. ‘There doesn’t have to be penetration for it to be sex.’
‘Tee, where are ya?’ calls a voice from the hallway. The front door bangs shut, footsteps sounding on the bare boards of the hallway.
‘Fuck. It’s Roman. I forgot he was coming over.’
‘Maybe you forgot because you didn’t knowyouwould be coming.’
‘Okay, smart arse. It’s your fault I forgot, same as it’s your fault I’m about to squash you.’
She squeals again as I lower myself over her—there really isn’t time to cover her with anything else but me before my brother is in the kitchen, and his head peeks over the worktop.
‘This is as funny as fuck,’ he deadpans. ‘Just what I want to see before my breakfast; your hairy ball sack.’
‘If you can see my ball sack from this angle, I’ll kiss yours,’ I gave out, pressing my chest to hers for modesty sake.
