do you care?” She pokes me in the chest with her long red nail. It pisses me off.
“Just because you’re happy living a boring, sexless existence, doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” She pokes me again. “Maybe I like a little spice in my life. Maybe I want some big, handsome guy to tie me up and fuck me hard.” She flips her hair and scrunches her nose at me like I’m something distasteful. “Not that you’d even know how to fuck someone hard. You probably only make love.” She rolls her eyes and turns her back to me.
Fuck no. I’m not letting her off that easy. I grip her wrist, spin her around and pull until she crashes into my chest. The softness of her large tits press against me as I slam my mouth down on hers. Jesus. Her hot mouth tastes sweeter than I ever imagined and her lips are soft and full under mine. The way she moans has me hard as a fucking rock. I grip her curvy hips and pull her pelvis into mine, then shove my leg between hers. She grinds on my thigh and I bite her bottom lip, tugging on it with my teeth. My hands slide up her back and twist themselves in her silky brown hair. I forcefully tug her head back as our tongues rub against each other. She needs to know I’m not some pushover. I like to fucking lead. I pull my mouth from hers and we both struggle to catch our breath. I release my grip on her hair. Her hand moves up to cover her lips like she can’t believe what just happened.
Fuck. That never should’ve happened. I wish it hadn’t because now I’m going to wonder what her warm, soft tongue would feel like on my cock.
“If you didn’t act like such a cold-hearted bitch, you’d know what it was like to make love. I'd take you back to my room and I'd show you.” I lean forward and grip her upper arms. “That’s what you do when you care about someone. But, you’re just a body I’d dip my wick in, because men don’t fall for women like you, Elle. You won’t let them, and I wouldn’t even bother trying. Instead, I'd fuck you like I hate you; over and over until you’d beg me to stop.” I let my hands fall away and take a step back. “That's what girls like you want, isn't it, Elle?"
I stare into her eyes and feel guilty for the stricken look I put there. I did what I had to do; I convince myself. Elle is her own worst enemy. She’s a man eater and I don’t plan on being her latest victim.
Chapter Five
Elle
What the hell just happened? My eyes lock on the back of Josh as he tears off. His shoulders are rolled forward, both his hands shoved in his front pockets. The dark purple material of his shirt a reflection of his artistic nature and love of color. I cup both my hands over my nose and press my fingertips to the inner corners of my eyes. Don’t cry. My lids fall shut. I take a deep breath and hold it in for a few seconds. Releasing the air, I let my shaky hands fall from my face and pull my shoulders back. I’m good at hiding all the hurt behind a smile and carefree attitude. This is no different. I shake my hair back off my shoulders and fake a smile. My party girl persona is back in place. It might be a little duller than usual, but I’m relieved I’ve regained control of my emotions.
Who cares what Joshua Dawson thinks? He’s nothing to me. He never has been and never will be. I’ve only tolerated him for Janny’s sake, and now that he’s treated me so deplorably, I won’t even be doing that.
I return to my place at the bar next to Mark, the attorney from California. He hands me a shot of tequila and holds out a wedge of lime. I refuse to allow myself to think about how the color reminds me of Joshua’s bright green eyes. I wave off the piece of fruit. I don’t need him inside my head ruining this moment for me. I plan on getting my drink on, and I don’t plan on thinking about him for the rest of the night.
He rolls the condom down his length and flips me over on