by J. L. Ostle
“Really?” Interesting. I’ll need to tell Candice that.
“Yeah. I like you because you’re interesting and you are yourself. That’s sexy to men. What’s unattractive is women being too forward and thinking that men should bow down to them. Men will just look at them as nothing else but a quick lay, not relationship material.”
“You like me?” I smile.
“That’s all you got from that?” He laughs, and I laugh with him. “Yes, I like you, more than I should, especially only knowing you for the odd time here and there. Do you like me?” he asks me.
I repeat his words back to him. “More than I should.”
I pull up to the apartment complex, parking the car, and I look to Trent who is shaking his head, chuckling to himself.
“This is funny.”
I look at him like he is crazy. “What is?”
“I live here.”
My eyes go wide. “You live here?” I look at the building like it’s going to change. “What floor?”
“Third. You?”
“Second. I guess this is a small world.” I step out. He soon joins me, leaning against my car and pulling my body close to him.
“Least it's not far to go when we have sleepovers.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I hit his chest, stepping back before walking towards the ten-floor building.
“Already planning sleepovers?” We walk up the stairs to my floor.
“I'm already planning a lot of stuff in my head with you.” I turn around and I notice his eyes are on my ass. He looks up smirking at me.
“Oh really?” I turn around, looking down at him as I'm on the higher step.
“Yes really.” He takes a step up so he's not as small.
“What things have you got planned to do to me. I mean with me?” I smirk at him.
He goes on my step on the stairs, his hands wrapping around my middle, pulling me in, slowly gliding towards my ass, lifting me so my legs have to wrap around his waist. He takes the last few stairs until he pins me against the wall, pushing his body against me. I am really starting to like him doing that.
“I am going to do so many things to you, although some things I will have to keep as a fantasy.” He starts kissing from my jaw to my neck.
“What fantasies? I'm quite open-minded,” I breathe.
“Maybe one day I will tell you.” His lips go to the top of my breast and he bites down. I scream out into the vacant stairway, echoing around the walls. He sucks hard, biting me again before pulling away. His forehead goes to mine, his eyes closing. “Let's go.”
“Okay,” I whisper. His fingers entwine with mine and I open the door that leads to the hall of a few apartments until we get to mine. Unlocking the door, I sigh in relief that my place is spotless, minus my coffee cup from this morning. Letting him in, I lock the door behind me and watch him walking around my home, viewing my stuff, looking at my photos on the wall.
“These your parents?” he asks.
Walking to where he is, I smile when I see the picture of my parents holding one another, smiling at the camera. “Yeah, that’s them.”
“They look so happy.”
“They are. Growing up, I told myself I wanted what they have. They have so much love for another, even after all these years; they are mad about each other.”
“That’s great. I'm sure you will get that.” He takes hold of my hand again. “Tell me about the rest of your pictures.”
I point to the ones of me when I was younger in high school. He looks surprised when he notices I was a cheerleader—which causes me to laugh—saying I'm too nice to be a cheerleader.
His eyes go dark when he sees a picture of me and my ex. “Who’s that?”
“That’s my ex-boyfriend, David.” I step away from the wall.
“Why is he an ex?” His eyes are still on the picture.
“He broke it off with me, and I found out a week or so later that he was with someone else.” I sit on the couch, bringing my legs under me.
“Did you love him?” He faces me. “He must have meant a lot if you have the picture up on the wall.”
“It's only a reminder that men can hurt you. At the time, I thought I did love him. He was my first boyfriend. It hurt, but I see now I didn’t.”
He comes over and sits next to me. “He is an idiot for breaking up with you, but I'm happy he did as I would hate to think that you were taken.” He smiles at me. “Not all men are like him. I would never hurt you,” he says looking straight into my eyes.
Please don’t hurt me.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, if I were taken, you would have to be with someone else. Not like you don’t have any admirers.” I smile at him.
“Admirers?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh come on. You must have seen how girls look at you. Even my friend thinks you’re hot.” I notice his body tenses a little.
“Men notice you,” he says back.
“Men see me as the campus challenge because I won't open my legs to anyone; they see me as something to win and not as a person.”
“Men are dicks.”
I burst out laughing. “You're talking about yourself then.”
He shrugs. “I can be—I have been—but when I like a girl, and I mean really like them, I have to get to know them; it has to be more than physical—more than sex.”
“How many times have you felt that about a girl?” I bite my lip.
“About—” He looks up at the ceiling. “One.” He looks back at me smiling.
“Me?” I ask.
“Just you. I have never had any interest in being with a girl before. Until recently, I just enjoyed fucking women.”
I know its past tense, but knowing he slept with other women gives me this funny feeling I can't put my finger on.
He used to be a player.
“You see me as more than a fuck?”
“I do. Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you so bad that my dick is yelling out to you, but fuck me, just being around you is intoxicating.” His eyes pierce mine.
“What if I want you to fuck me though?” My body starts to heat up, the atmosphere changing.
“I wouldn’t.”
“You would turn me down.” I sit closer to him.
“Yes.” His eyes following my movement.
“Even if I begged? You said all I had to do was ask.” I start stroking along my neck to the top of my breasts with my finger. “What if I touched myself in front of you, would you still say no?” I glide my hand down to my thigh, opening my legs a little. “Would you deny me, even though you want to please me?” I start rubbing myself over my pants.
Fuck, I find myself turned on.
“Winter.” His voice is hoarse.
“Trent, don’t you want to be inside me?” I pant out. My eyes close as I start grinding against my hand.
“Winter.” I hear him, but I don’t stop.
I call out his name. “Trent.” I can feel the heat radiating from me through my clothes.
Soon I am being pulled so I am straddling him, his hands on my hips, and he starts rocking me against him. Feeling his erection press against me is making me want to throw out all my morals and let this beautiful stranger, who I only met a few days ago, have his wicked way with me.
I deserve this.
He makes me feel good.
Even if it doesn’t last, right now I know this is more than just an easy fuck for him. I start grinding myself harder against him. His fingers dig into me and I go faster; I feel that ache rising as our breathing comes in fast. I'm so close, but then our movements stop. I open my eyes to look at him and he is looking down, his chest rising and falling fast.
Why did he stop?
“Are you okay?”
“We had to stop. It was getting too far.”
“I thought that was the point,” I tease him.
He looks up at me. I see heat, but I also see something else. “I want our first time together to be better than a fuck on your couch. I want you
Winter, but not like this.”
I move myself so I'm sitting next to him. “You're turning me down?” I ask him.
“I'm only saying not like this. Let's get to know each other.”
“But you are attracted to me?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Fuck, I'm attracted to you, I just don’t want to ruin this. Like you said earlier, I want to not let this fizzle out.”
I nod. “But we get to make out?” I smile at him.
I scream when he pins me down on the couch. “That we can definitely do.” He kisses me hard, his body hovering above mine. “There is no way in hell I could not kiss you.” He pecks my lips.
“Good, because that would be a deal breaker for me,” I giggle.
He smiles at me. “Good to know.” He kisses me again.
Acknowledgments
I hate this part as I never know what to say. I have been writing for over four years and this makes book number twenty-two and it still feels unreal. Knowing that you give my book a chance. Each passing day I am so thankful to everyone that helps support me, to keep my dream going.
To my precious, amazing little boy Jake, my number one fan. He is my world and I want to show him that dreams can come true if you are willing to work hard for what you want.
Daniel Martin, even though we have parted ways, you still mean the world to me. You were my first real fan, giving me that big push to write my first ever book and I thank you for doing so.
Elmarie Pieterse, my brain twin, my book whore, my other side of the same coin, my sister from another mister. We have become so close in the last couple of years. I really don’t know what I would do without you. I need someone to yell at my leading men lol
Hannah Clarke, you are my mini-me, my younger double. Thank you for staying by my side throughout this journey.
Bernie Ivison, thank you for supporting me and help me celebrate my releases in our own special way.
Emma Bradley, thank you for being there for me. Hearing me go on and on about my books. I’m afraid it will never stop. You have been my rock, you have helped me get these books out.
Rachael Adie, you are my own personal advertiser, thank you for bigging up my books and making feel more successful than I am lol.
Kyra Lennon, thank you so much for working with me and making my book readable. You have been a saint throughout this story, a real God send.
Leigh Stone, you have been making my interior of my books look so pretty for roughly three years. Helping me out when I give you short notices. You are a star, thank you.
Kathryn Jacoby, I love your covers so, so much. I know I can be picky and annoying, but you put with me and stay by my side, in which I’m totally grateful.
My loyal girls, my book lovers thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories. Fran, Paula, Amanda, Kate, Mindy, Juliana, Fiona, Amanda, Naomi, Alisha, Jenn, Fay, Rhiannon, Ammy, Autumn, Michelle, Lauren, Rita, love you x x
My readers. There are never any words to describe how I feel. By giving my books a chance, you give me a chance. Thank you for reading my story, I am forever grateful, more than you will ever know.
Books by J.L. Ostle
The Change Series:
A Simple Change
The Hardest of Changes
Stepbrother Romance Series:
Tempted part 1
Craved part 2
Owning Me Series:
He Owns Me
She Owns Me
Beating Hart Series:
Her Beating Hart
My Beating Hart
Your Beating Hart
Four Can Play That Game:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Others:
My Screwed Up Life
In The Spotlight (A Rockstar Romance)
Seduced by a Rockstar
Living With Him
Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)
Behind The Mask (A Rockstar Romance)
Wanting Winter (A Semi-Dark Romance)
A Touch of Light (A Supernatural Reverse Harem Romance)
Flawed Choices (A Bully Romance)