“Sometimes, when I have trouble getting past the last mile with my dick, I just imagine those nipples of yours and, bam,” I say and slap the table, “I crack that nut. No other woman’s nipples ever got so much power over me.”
Shelby lifts one of her thick brows and leans closer. “Is that your way of complimenting me?”
“Why else would I say it?”
“But you haven’t even seen my nipples. You’re complimenting something that might not look anything like you think. I don’t know if that’s worth sharing food over.”
Leaning back, Shelby tears off a chunk of her sandwich and places it on a napkin. “But I’m great at sharing, so I’ll let you have a bite.”
She slides the napkin toward me and returns to eating her food. “Sharing is an essential duty for a big sister. My baby bruv needed to always feel satisfied.”
I glance in the direction of where Shane usually sits and then back at Shelby. I don’t eat the sandwich she offered. I feel like the food is a trick. Like with her coming out to my trailer. She’s playing a fucking game, and I’m a little kid falling for her tricks.
“I heard you’re a lesbian like your friend, Taylor. Is that why you never fucked anyone in Shasta?”
“I wish,” Shelby says with her mouth full. “Women usually smell far better than men, but I can’t look at a chick and think about fucking. It does nothing for me. I don’t think I could even fuck a chick as a three-way with a man. I’d still be weirded about another naked woman.”
Shelby says all that shit as if she’s sharing information with a friend about a trip to the grocery store. The little bitch gets me hard enough to consider going to the john to find relief, but she don’t care. Doesn’t even notice.
Then Shelby’s gaze finds mine, and she grins deviously. Oh, she fucking notices.
“I don’t know why I like you and not Chase or Vowel or some other guy.”
“Chase is married.”
“So what? This is Shasta, and you’re all a bunch of whores here. No, if I wanted him, I’d steal him away from his wife. But I don’t want him. I want you.”
“Because you want to mess with my head.”
Shelby rolls her eyes. “No, dumbass. I just like your face. It’s the rest of you that makes me uneasy.”
“What’s wrong with the rest of me?”
“You’re too large. I have concerns about getting injured during our intimate moments,” she says, smirking at her wording. “Plus, you’re rude, and I think you'd make me cry.”
“But you’re not worried about the smell?”
Shelby doesn’t answer right away. She swallows her food and wipes her lips before holding my gaze. “For you, no, I’m not.”
“For me,” I grumble, ready to flip the table and put her bullshit in its place.
“You have a nice face. If Chase had your face, I’d steal him away from his wife. If Utah had your face, I’d turn him straight. They don’t have your face, though.”
“Now, I know you’re fucking with me.”
“Because you don’t think I could turn Utah straight?” Shelby asks with her mouth full again. “Yeah, I probably couldn’t, but...”
Her need to chew mangles the rest of her words. Finally, she swallows and then frowns at the chunk she offered me. “If you don’t want to eat it, I will. That shit ain’t cheap, and my mom taught me not to waste food.”
“Was your mom a sneaky bitch too?”
Shelby takes a swig of her Fanta and then rests her hands on the table. “Listen up, you fucking tree. My mother is a damn saint. She’s suffered more than your tiny fucking brain could ever imagine. She raised my brother and me with endless love despite never knowing that kind of feeling when she was little. The woman is perfection. Now I’m very fucking sorry your mother is a twat who thinks you’re beneath her, but that does not mean you should take your resentments out on me or my mom. Do you understand?”
“I like it when you get pissed.”
“Never fucking talk about my mom,” she growls and gets up to leave.
I oughta let her flee like a drama queen. She’s fucking with me, and I know better than to play this game.
But she’s so damn pretty that a man is allowed to be a little dumb and weak to keep her around.
I reach over and wrap my fingers around her forearm. “I’m sorry