Page 72 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I have a feeling that he’s used to being the one who takes control of every kiss, every interaction, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t resist my dominance over the situation. Instead, he relaxes into it, moving his hands to rest on my hips.
My mind flashes briefly to Lemon, and my skin pebbles with goose bumps—in a bad way. I shouldn’t be kissing this guy for a million and one different reasons. It started off as meeting Bohnes’ challenge, but …
It’s a lot hotter than I expected, the way his hands rub my lower back, the way he presses into me, how he keeps his head tilted down so that I can run my tongue across his perfect teeth.
Shit.
I start to pull back, my body aching, my overheated skin turning chill in the night air.
I would never allow myself to be with someone who slept with my friend first and, more importantly, treated my friend like shit. I can tell Lem about this when I see her again, I promise myself, even knowing that it wouldn’t change things, that it wouldn’t matter to her.
Whatever it is that she’s up to with Aspen, it goes beyond her usual MAD issues.
Aspen doesn’t allow me to pull away, tightening his grip, reversing control of the kiss and fuck … I am here for it.
I’m here for it against my better judgment, against my initial repulsion to this man, against these odd suspicions I have that he isn’t telling the full truth about who he is.
Something is up with Aspen Kelly, and I’m going to get the bottom of it.
A. Kelly
I had high hopes for Scarlett Force.
I’ve been surrounded by beautiful girls and women for most of my life. Because of my brother, I’ve had the opportunity to interact with and, if I wanted to, sleep with the vast majority of them. Again, because of my brother, I’ve only ever taken the opportunity once and it ended so poorly for me that I never allowed it to happen again.
He made me regret it; he made certain that I’d never want to repeat that mistake.
So, I’ve shut down thoughts. I’ve shut down ideas. I hardly even allow myself to consider kissing a girl, let alone sleeping with her.
But when I saw Scarlett for the first time? It was as if something snapped inside of me, as if all of those rules and boundaries were tossed to the wind. I’m not going to lie: it isn’t just my brother who has issues. I know that I do, too. I’ve done terrible things. Some of them on purpose, just to get a reaction out of my father or brother. Other things I did because I lost control of myself.
This … this is one of those things.
Scarlett Force is one of those things.
Her mouth is delectable, her body curvy and warm and squirmy. Does she know she’s doing that, rubbing herself against me the way she is? Doubtless she’s meaning to do it. It’s more than just a gut reaction. I know that because I’ve seen the way she reacts to … other men.
I hold her close, even though I know I shouldn’t. Not just because of my brother and the threat he represents—I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about me and her—but also because of her lover, Kellin Bohnes.
Everybody in this neighborhood knows who he is.
Everybody is afraid of him—for good reason it seems.
When Scarlett moves to pull back, I react out of instinct, yanking her even closer, holding her even tighter. As soon as she gives me the chance, I take over, thrusting my tongue against hers, swirling it around her mouth, tasting her essence and committing it to memory.
My cock aches inside my slacks, trapped beneath the black boxer briefs I’m wearing underneath. It strains against the fabric, searching for Scarlett’s warmth, for that tight pussy I know is hiding just beneath the short, black dress she’s wearing.
It’s fucking scandalous, for her to drive in that dress. I can only imagine the way it shifts up her thighs as she sits in that bloodred Pantera and hugs the curves of that muddy track.
My hands slide down, pushing the dress up so that I can cup her full, round ass. Her cheeks fill my palms like they were designed to fit there, that silken skin arousing me even further, pushing me to a point that I’m not sure I’ll be able to come back from.
My fingers dig in, encountering a bit of that plump flesh between her thighs, slicked up with her arousal, making me want to push them in so that I can feel her tight channel clenching around me. No panties, huh? Why am I not surprised?
I had high hopes for Scarlett Force? She’s shattered them. She’s exceeded them. I want to find out more, against my better judgment. Even knowing what my brother will do if he finds out about this.
