by Frankie Love
Her words are like a punch to the gut. Knowing she’s still going out with that douchebag, that she intends to let him put his slimy hands on her, it has something feral growling inside of me. I pace my living room, my fingers curled into fists, needing to strike out at something, somebody.
I really thought she’d cancel. That she’d realize the man she really wants is me.
But I only have myself to blame.
It’s my fault I waited this long to make a move.
My fault that I didn’t tell her how I feel.
My fault that I let her think I didn’t care if she hooked up with someone else.
And my fault for being an asshole yesterday because I was too much of a coward to admit these things.
I get in the shower, needing to cool off. Truth is, I’m fucking raging inside. My heart is Mila’s, but she has no clue. And instead of telling her what I want, I let her go out with a loser. The cold water runs over me, but my cock is hard. So fucking hard. I try to chill the hell out, to think of anything besides Mila, but it’s impossible.
I fist my hand around my cock, jerking up and down, hard. My throbbing length only wants one thing - Mila’s tight little pussy.
My heart pounds as I move my hand up and down, remembering the way she opened her pink mouth and took me, so damn deep. I came as she sucked me off, and she licked those lips of hers, telling me she loved having my cock in her mouth. How she loved my cum sliding down her throat. Filling her belly.
Fuck. My cock sprays ribbons of cum against the tiled wall of the shower. The release hard and fast as I pump my shaft, groaning, and wishing she was here. I’d bend her over and run my hand over her asshole, over her sweet cunt. I’d finger her tight hole until she was ready for my cock, then I’d fuck her the way she deserves.
By a man who really wants her.
Needs her.
Not fucking Brad.
I get out of the shower, more tense than ever. I need to tell Mila exactly how I feel. Pulling on clothes quickly, my chest tightens, hating that I waited this long to tell her the truth.
Just as I pull open my front door, there is a knock. For a second, my heart stops. Maybe Mila came looking for me. But as I open the door, it’s just my sister.
“Wow, what’s wrong?” she asks, carrying in takeout from my favorite burger shop.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as she pushes past me, kicking off her shoes and then setting the food on my coffee table.
She plops down, pulling open a paper bag and grabbing a few greasy fries. “Uh, we were going to go over the photos from the anniversary party and order an album.” She reaches into her pocket. “I even got a coupon code for a discount. Score, right?”
I run my hands through my still wet hair. “Shit, I totally forgot, Kendall.”
“You’re so lame. But I’m not leaving. I work all week, and this is the one night I’m free. Where were you going anyway?”
Frustrated, I sit opposite my sister and grab a hamburger from the bag. “You don’t want to know.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “What did you do?”
“Fell in love.”
She takes a sip of a shake and considers my words. “And why wouldn’t I want to know that? You know I’m a sap.”
“It’s Mila.”
Her eyes flash with shock. “My Mila?”
“Well, I mean, she’s mine too.”
“Since when?”
“Since always,” I say, frustration lacing my words. “But more specifically since this weekend. Hell,” I mutter, rubbing my temple. “We’ve been friends for years, I just never realized—”
Kendall sets down her food, looking at me pointedly. “Wait, like, you hooked up?”
“It’s more than that.”
Kendall rolls her eyes. “Then why is she out with Brad?”
“Because I fucked up. Because I didn’t tell her how I feel and now. Shit. Now she’s going to forget all about what we have.” I drop my face in my hands, hating that I didn’t fight for the best thing that has ever happened to me.
“You really like her?” Kendall’s voice softens and I look up at my little sister.
“No. I love her.”
“And you forgot to mention this detail?”
I nod. “I didn’t want to pressure her. I want her to make her own decisions. On her own terms.”
“But Mila isn’t like other girls,” Kendall says. “She doesn’t see herself the way everyone else sees her. She doesn’t need a prince. She needs a knight in shining armor.”
“Fuck.” I shake my head. “I think I ruined everything.”
Kendall sighs. “You’re such an idiot, Grady. You didn’t ruin anything. You just forgot to fight for your girl.”
I stand, knowing my little sister is right. And hoping like hell, I’m not too late to get the girl.
Chapter Eight
Mila
The date is a complete disaster. Not only because the man sitting across from me is the most self-absorbed, narcissistic, male chauvinist asshole that I’ve ever met. But also because as much as I try to force Grady out of my mind, I can’t stop thinking about him.
“So, my place or yours?” Brad asks, smirking down at me like it’s a sealed deal.
If the battery in my phone wasn’t dead, I would have called one of my girls or an Uber to come pick me up, because the thought of being with this guy for another second makes my skin crawl.
Grady was right, the guy is a real douchebag. Not to mention that he keeps touching me every chance he gets. Last week, I might have been okay with it, maybe even enjoyed the attention, but I know now what a man’s touch is supposed to feel like...and it isn’t meant to cause cold prickles to race across the back of my neck.
“If you could take me to my place, I’d appreciate it.”
“Sure thing.” His hand is on my lower back and slides close to my ass as he leads me to his car. “Unless you have a cat. I’m allergic, so—”
“Look. Tonight was...fun, but—”
He leans closer. “Just wait until later.”
I turn my head just as he moves in to kiss me, and quickly get into the passenger seat.
Despite my shun, Brad doesn’t seem to take the hint, because when he gets in the driver’s side and starts the car, he continues with his sexual innuendos and hints about how he’s going to rock my world.
“That’s my place,” I say when we’re on my street. “You can just pull over here.”
He parks the car, and when I get out, so does he.
Shit. This guy really can’t take a hint.
He follows me to the door, and I fidget with my keys as I turn to tell him, “Look, this was fun and all, but I’ve actually got a bit of a headache—”
His body presses against mine and he takes the keys from my hand. “You know what the best thing for a headache is?”
“Tylenol and sleep.” I try and grab my keys back, but he dangles them over my head, smirking.
“Kitten, once I’m done with you, it won’t just be your head that’s aching.”
“Did you seriously just say that?” I shake my head, wondering what the hell I ever saw in this guy. “Give me my keys.”
“Give me a kiss first.” He places a hand on the door, using his size to trap me, and he leans down.
Before his mouth is on mine, I knee him in the groin. He grunts and crumples forward. I take the chance to grab my keys, but adrenaline has my fingers shaking and I can’t find the right one.
“Crazy fucking bitch,” he growls out, spinning me around, fury in his eyes now. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I only went out on this date because I felt sorry for you.” He has me pinned against the door now, his fingers digging into my shoulders bruisingly. “I saw the way you were practically drooling over me.”
“Get off of me.”
“You’ve been begging for this for months.” He rips the keys from my fingers and starts trying each key. I struggle against him, but he’s almost twice
my size.
I hear the door unlatch, and terror fills me, because I know once I’m inside there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to stop him, so I scream.
I scream as loud as I can. Lights go on around me. And someone pokes their head out the door, and yells, “I’m calling 911.”
Brad’s eyes widen, a mix of fear and anger dancing dangerously across his expression. He takes a step back, glancing around him and curses. “Everything’s fine,” he says to the woman, but she’s already on the phone. His eyes go panicky, and he says to me, “You’re the one who attacked me.”
“Just go.” My voice trembles. “Or I will press charges.”
He backs up, stumbling when he reaches the curb, and I watch him until his car drives away.
My elderly neighbor calls down from her steps, “Are you alright?”
I’m shaking so bad I can barely get the keys out of the door, but I manage to nod. When I’m inside, I collapse next to the door and let the tears that I’ve been holding back fall.
Chapter Nine
Grady
Mila isn’t answering her phone, and I can’t get rid of the sickening feeling in my gut. At first I chalked it up to jealousy, but when I drive up to her place and see the cop cars parked outside, I know I should have listened to my instinct.
I barely get the car in park before I’m jumping out and racing toward her door.
“Mila,” I yell, but a police officer stops me before I can enter her place.
“He can come in,” Mila says. She’s sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, another officer taking her statement.
“What the hell happened?” I growl out, pulling her into my arms.
“It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to press charges?” the officer asks her.
Mila nods.
I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from demanding answers before the cops leave, but as soon as they’re gone, I spin her around, and try to keep my voice controlled when I ask her again, “What happened?”
“It’s okay, I took care of it.”
“Mila—”
“I don’t want you freaking out and going after him.”
“Who? Brad? Did he...did he hurt you?”
She sucks in a shaky breath, her palms on my chest. “No. He just got handsy.”
I know she’s not telling me everything. “Then why were the police here?”
“You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Bullshit, Mila. Of course I worry about you. And I never should have let you go on that date.”
She raises her brows. “Let me?”
I scrub my hands over my face and exhale a frustrated breath. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then tell me what you did mean. Because I don’t really know what’s going on between us. I thought...” She glances away. “I thought everything was good with us this weekend. But then you wouldn’t respond to my texts today, and...”
“I was jealous.”
“What?”
“I’ll admit it, Mila. I saw the text from that douchebag on your phone, and it pissed me off. Fuck, it did more than piss me off. And I know I have no right to feel that. You were clear what this was from the start.”
“Sex,” she says softly.
“Yeah. Just sex, right?”
She hesitates before nodding. “Right.”
“And what if I want more?”
Her eyes widen and I see her swallow. “Grady—”
“Before you say no. I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
I cup her face in my hands. “I wasn’t honest with you about the whole Booty Camp thing. I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now. But I know you’re too good for me.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yeah, Mila. It is. You don’t see yourself the way I see you. You’re not just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but you’re kind and sweet, and you make me laugh, and feel like...like I’m whole. I know it’s cliché, but I don’t want to have sex with you.”
Her brows lift.
“Shit. That’s not what I mean. Of course I want to bury myself inside you, kiss every inch of that perfect body of yours, have your scent on my skin, your taste on my lips. But I want so much more.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “You want to be my boyfriend?”
I grunt. I want a hell of a lot more than just that. But for now, I’ll take it. “Yeah, Mila. I want to be your boyfriend.”
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she kisses me. “Good, because I was really hoping for another booty camp.”
I laugh. “Except this time, it won’t last for just the weekend.”
“No?” Her eyes light up.
I shake my head. “No, Mila Crawford. It will last as long as you like.”
Chapter Ten
Mila
The lesson is going terribly. And by terribly, I mean an absolute disaster. “I think you’re actually getting worse,” I tell Grady as he struggles to keep his balance. He’s squeezing my fingers so tight I swear they’ll bruise. “You need to relax. We can take this slow.”
Grady chuckles. “Why do I feel like those words sound familiar?”
I smile. “They were the words you used the first time we hooked up.”
“I know,” he says with a grin. “I was just testing you.”
Grady’s feet shuffle so slowly I wonder how long it will take to get around the rink.
“Wanna take a lunch break?” I ask.
“God, I thought you’d never ask.”
He grips the rink’s edge. “Fuck, this is not like ice skating.”
“It is. You just have to get used to it.” I chuckle. “I’m gonna do one more spin around,” I tell him.
It’s not often I’m on the rink alone. We aren’t yet open for the day and it’s so quiet, so intimate. I feel Grady’s eyes on me as I glide, one foot in front of the other, gaining momentum.
In the center of the rink, I lower my hips, jutting out a foot as I spin in a tight circle. This is how I used to skate as a kid when I’d do competitions. It was the only place I felt totally free.
Until now.
Now I have Grady Callahan. A man who takes my hand in his and somehow makes me believe I will never fall. He is clapping for me and I have the broadest grin on my face. I love the way Grady makes me feel like I am at the center of his world - not just this roller rink.
When I leave the glossy hardwood floor, he pulls me in for a kiss. “God, you’re so sexy out there,” he tells me, his hand on my waist.
“I can be sexy other places too,” I tell him, licking my lips and grinning up at him.
“Tell me more,” he begs playfully.
“Did you ever get a hold of those nipple clamps?” I ask.
He laughs. “Damn, I knew I was forgetting something.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Well, lucky you, I didn’t forget.”
He runs a hand over his jaw. “Mila, you are a good student, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”
“Well then, teacher, let’s go to the classroom.”
It doesn’t take long to get Grady to my house. I swear he’s driving ten over the speed limit the entire way.
I love it when he gets revved up like this. We’ve been dating for a month and every day is better than the last. Once we finally were honest about how we felt, there was no stopping us.
Inside my place, I drag Grady to my room. He runs his hand under my shirt and undresses me quickly. Skin hot and breathing shallow. He has turned me into a certified sex-fiend.
“I’m so wet,” I tell him, and he presses a finger to my pussy. “Feel how wet I am?”
“Fuck, girl,” he groans, circling my clit, making my skin sizzle. He plucks my nipples as he fingers me, my pussy loving the way he knows just what I like.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, kissing my nipple, his tongue swirling the hard nub when I grab the clamps from
my drawer.
“I want to come for you,” I tell him. “I want to come hard.”
He groans, pulling his fingers from my pussy, squeezing my ass before taking the clamps. “Get on the bed,” he orders, and I crawl toward the headboard, my ass his view.
I turn to face him on the bed, my wet pussy throbbing, and his thick hard cock coming closer. We kneel before one another, my fingers eager to stroke his hard rod. It’s velvet steel and my body was made to take him. All of him. I love it when he grinds deep against me, making me pant with need.
The clamps tighten on my nipples and I close my eyes, gauging the pain.
“You okay?” Grady asks.
I nod, whimpering. Wanting him inside me. Now.
“Fuck me, Grady,” I moan. “Now. Please.” I’m not above begging for what I want. Not when my boyfriend’s hard cock is inches away and my nipples are screaming with excitement.
He pulls me into his lap, and I wrap my legs around him, sinking down on his hard cock. It’s sexy and intimate, fucking him, our hearts pounding, my tits aching in delight.
I ride him the way he deserves, my hips grinding in circles. His cock would ruin any woman for dildos forever. He is so big that he fills me up until it’s hard to breathe. I drop my head as he thrusts inside me, an orgasm ripping through me with a speed I’m not expecting.
The clamps, plus this position, has my cunt dripping wet, has my cries for relief louder than ever. But I don’t care who hears. Right now, I only care about the fact I am in Grady’s arms.
“I love you,” I moan, coming harder than I ever have before. “I love you so much,” I tell him.
And he knows it. Knows I am his.
“Marry me,” he says as his cum releases deep inside me, my pussy pulsing with pleasure as he finishes. “Marry me, Mila.”
I’m gasping, a shiver running over my skin. He removes the clamps and wraps his arms around me. His forehead resting against mine as we hold one another tight.
“I mean it, Mila. I love you so fucking much. I want to be more than a booty call, a fake husband in the honeymoon suite. I want to be your rock. Your forever. I want to be yours.”