With All My Heart - Emilia Finn Page 0,1

late at night. I know you hang up before I answer.”

The blood drains from my face.

“And I know you got my number, because I made sure you got it.” He chuckles. “I know it’s you, because I can feel you just on the other end. Aren’t you curious about why we can feel each other, Bert? That’s not normal. It’s special.” His fingers play with the soft flesh of my lower belly. “Are you in bed when you call? In a silky nightie, with silky smooth legs, and little panties you bought while thinking of me.”

Yes.

I clear my throat and attempt to step forward, but his strong hands keep me close.

“Let me go, Kincaid.”

“You know you wanna come for a ride with me. You know it. I know it. Fuck,” he licks my ear, “even Shane Turdsky knows it. You see him there watching us? I have my cock inching into your ass, my hands on you, my lips on you, and that pussy just watches.”

His strong hand squeezes my hip and almost has me convulsing.

“If you were my girl, any other guy looks at you for too long, he’s a dead man. You better prepare yourself, babe, because once you’re mine, you’re mine.” He bites my earlobe and sends sparks of electricity shooting straight down to my nunnery. “Turn around, get in my car. Let me show you how it’s really done.”

“No.” My word is a whisper, a breathy whisper that’s half yes and half please make me!

Shane’s too-innocent eyes watch us curiously. Like everything I’m doing right now – Bryan holding me, and me absolutely leaning into it – is okay.

It’s not okay!

I’m a whore.

I’m not sleeping with either of them, but I’m still a whore.

“Call my number tonight. I’ll come to you.”

Yes. “No.”

“You’d rather I spent the night with a different girl, then?”

No! “Yes.”

One more squeeze of my hips. One last punctuating grind of his groin into my ass. One more lave of my neck from base to ear that melts me into a whimpering mess of teenage hormones. “Okay.” He pushes me forward until I stumble into Shane’s chest. “Catch you ‘round, Bert. Sleep well. I know you’ll dream of me.”

Chapter 1

Bryan

I pull up to the dirt circuit five miles outside town, and smile at Geo’s irritated glare. As soon as I cut the engine, Richard Marx’s ‘I’m gonna fuck all the girls’ voice cuts out and the roar of revving V8 engines replace it.

It’s loud. It’s dirty.

Its adrenaline fueled, and gets me almost as hot as Chantelle Robertson.

“You leave that girl alone!” As soon as I climb out of the car, he’s on me. “I mean it, Bry. She said no!”

“Cool it, Geo.” I slam the door on a laugh and meet him at the hood of the Mustang. “I know. No means no. Maybe means no. Yes means yes.” I grin arrogantly. “I’ll get the yes, then I’ll show her the time of her life.”

“Or!” He taps out a cigarette from the roughed-up packet in his breast pocket. “You could just leave her alone. She’s too sweet for your cynical ass. Let her be happy with that wet noodle.”

I snort. “Wet noodle. Limp dick. He’s a fucking pussy, Geo. I was just eating her ear and he watched. He watched!”

Buzzcut on the back and sides, slightly longer on the top, Geo Blair smiles his snake-eyes-dimpled smile and shakes his head. “What the fuck is the matter with him? It’s like he’s scared to touch a girl, like he’s too scared to admit he’s a poof, so he wants you to snatch her away. What kinda pussy just watches?”

“Not me.” I accept a cigarette and snatch the matches when he’s done. One cigarette. One time… per day. Smoking kills! “Once I get the yes, she’ll have to adjust to the fact that, unlike Shane, I won’t just stand by and watch another man piss on her leg.”

Geo shakes his head as he leans back on the car I intend to race – in exactly twenty-seven minutes – with a grunt, and takes the weight off his recently healed broken leg.

I tap my scarred work boot to his. “You good?”

He nods thoughtfully and blows plumes of smoke into the darkening sky. “It’s good. I’ll be racing again soon. You ready?”

I look up as Kirby revs his rusty-orange Thunderbird. “For him? Yeah. He’s a bigger pussy than Turdsky.”

Tossing his half-smoked cigarette to the dirt and stomping out the ball of flame, he pushes off my car. “Maybe