Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,46
to using sex to get your ex-fiancé to do whatever you want but I’m not him. I don’t care how many times you offer up your tight pussy, I’m not piercing your pretty little clit and that’s final. Got it?”
“You’re so rude,” she whispered.
“That’s right, I am,” he said. “I’m not a good guy and I never will be. This isn’t a goddamn Hallmark movie where the bad boy has a secret heart of gold and is tamed by the town’s good girl. This is real life. I’m an asshole who only wants one thing from you.”
His gaze drifted to her crotch and she flushed with a combination of embarrassment and, shamefully, excitement.
“I won’t be your boyfriend,” he said. “I won’t bring you soup when you’re sick or go to family dinner at your mother’s. I won’t run to the drugstore to buy you fucking tampons and I won’t watch those stupid chick flicks with you.”
He leaned in even closer, his eyes burning with anger and lust. “The only thing I want to do to you is spread those soft little thighs and fuck you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” He straightened and stepped away before turning his back to her. “Then we’re done. Have a good life, Sunshine.”
She took a deep breath and said, “What if I want that too?”
* * *
It was taking every ounce of Preacher’s willpower not to pick up Addison and carry her to his apartment upstairs. He had purposely been crude and tried to scare her off with his little speech.
He wasn’t lying to her. He didn’t want to be her man. He wanted to fuck her, pure and simple.
Sure, the little schoolteacher might set off some protective vibes in him, but it didn’t mean anything. She was small and sweet and a little naïve. She needed someone to look out for her. That’s all it was.
Besides, the look of regret and shame on her face every time they finished fucking, made him feel fucking terrible, and feeling fucking terrible was not an emotion he was used to.
Of course, it didn’t stop his cock from nearly busting out of his jeans when she said, “What if I want that too?”
He couldn’t turn around and look at her again. Not when she was sitting there half-naked with her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Not when he was certain her little pussy would be soaking wet for him. The way she had moaned when he twisted the barbell…
Fuck! Stop thinking about it, you asshole!
Smart fucking idea.
“You don’t want that,” he said.
“Yes, I do,” she huffed at him.
Thank fucking Christ, he could hear her getting dressed. When she tapped him on the back he turned and stared down at her.
“That’s exactly what I want,” she said. “I’ve had a fiancé, remember? I’m not looking for that. I don’t need you to take care of me when I’m sick or buy me stupid flowers or-or tampons! I want someone who will teach me how to not be boring in bed.”
His mouth dropped open and she blushed furiously. “Look, I know I’m not great in the sack, okay? Harrison cheated on me because I couldn’t,” she paused and then forced the words out, “satisfy him in bed. I don’t want another boyfriend until I’m good at sex. Teach me how to be good in bed and then I promise I won’t bother you again.”
He stared blankly at her and she licked her lips. “I’m a fast learner. All I would need is a few lessons. I’m not asking for anything super kinky. I just want a few pointers on giving a blow job and how to be sexy in the bedroom and more, uh, responsive when I’m having sex. We could get together even just once a week for a month and you can show me some stuff. I’ll be discreet, I promise. I won’t ask you to stay the night or anything and I won’t text you or contact you outside of our weekly meetup. I know I’m not your usual type but heck, it’s, uh, free pussy for a month, right?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he rasped.
She flushed bright red but shook her head. “No, I’m not. I want to get better in bed, you seem pretty, um, knowledgeable, and you like having sex. Say yes, Preacher. I promise I won’t tell anyone – not even Gracie and Kira.”
He continued to stare at her, and she blurted out, “I won’t talk during sex.”