Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,70

have shared girls before, and they’ve had fun doing it, but I’m far too selfish.

“Keep dreaming, dickhead,” I bite out, before taking another long pull on the smoke. The nicotine hitting my lungs, calming me as I watch my brother.

“I’m heading out tonight,” Keirin tells me, before shutting the window and turning around. He’s tense. I can tell by the way his hands fist before he shoves them into the pockets of his jeans.

“Don’t get into shit,” I bite out, the warning clear in my tone. As much as he can be levelheaded, there are times Keirin gets bored and does something stupid. That means I’ll have to bail him out of whatever bullshit he’s about to start.

He heads to my bedroom door, stopping on the threshold, before throwing a glance at me from over his shoulder. The smirk curls his lips, a promise that tonight or early tomorrow morning, I’ll be going out to find him and bring him home.

“I mean it, shithead.” I launch a pillow at him, but he catches it, lobbing it back at me, before shutting the door behind him, leaving me to think about my little redhead.

I can hear Keirin laughing all the way down the hall. My brother can be a pain in the ass, but I love him all the same. I know that even when he fucks up and gets himself into shit, he has a good heart and wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Me, on the other hand, I have a volatile nature. An obsessive streak I’ve found, at times, can be tiring because once I get an idea in my head, I can’t let it go. Not until I’ve satisfied my craving.

And right now, that particular thing is a pretty redhead who’s strolled into my town. I reach for the nightstand. Opening the drawer, I pull out the photo I have of her. Only one. I’m not a stalker.

I hold it up as I lie back on my bed. She’s smiling, the pixels making up a beautiful creature who’s both alluring and mysterious. I do love a good mystery because I enjoy solving them. Digging into the depths and carving out those secrets. I love the challenge of picking out just what makes people tick. And I know I’ll find out all I want about her, because she’s not getting away until I’ve discovered every last hidden gem.

I close my eyes, imagining what she’d feel like above me. Her legs straddling my hips, her long, red hair hanging down her naked back. The smoothness of her creamy skin under my fingertips.

She moves like a gazelle. Her hips rolling as she takes me inside her. In my mind, I conjure up her sounds—whimpers and moans—and I can’t stop the smile from spreading on my face.

My dick is solid fucking steel.

My fantasy.

I reach for my crotch, my hand squeezing hard, the bite of pain mingled with the seed of pleasure that’s planted itself in my gut. Twisting and blooming, it grows faster and faster as my palm strokes my erection through the material of my jeans.

Her body is emblazoned in my mind. Her tits bouncing as she takes her pleasure from me, but she doesn’t realize the more she takes, the more I’ll steal.

I want to bite down on her creamy skin, taste the saltiness and metallic flavors of her. A unique flavor no other woman can have because it’s hers alone.

My hand moves faster until I reach the edge. I rip my hand away from my body, leaving myself painfully hard. Patience may be a virtue I haven’t truly possessed in a long time, but it’s one I can master just to experience the full pleasure of when I finally have my redheaded beauty.

3

Micaela

Walking into class after the strange night I’ve had, I’m exhausted and ready to get back into bed and sleep. Even though my dreams have taken their toll, I am focused on finding out who left me the invitation and what it means.

I’ve had an eerie feeling since I got home, and I don’t think it’s going to change until I know who sent me the invite and what the party entails. A shiver races down my spine, and it has nothing to do with the cool weather that seems to have turned icy overnight. Unless I’m just allowing my exhaustion to get to me.

I’m settled in my desk when the three girls who I spoke to yesterday sidle into class, offering our professor long looks. Granted, he is handsome,