hunk of man-meat as a fully formed human with a gentle side. He saved a little kid! Whoopee! But does that mean he won’t call me by the wrong name during our fuck. Why am I here?
“I’m sorry you got hurt,” I say, shuffling away. “Stay cool, buddy, and remember to duck.”
Goliath shoves his thumbs into the loops on his jeans and leans back his head to let out a loud laugh. I don’t know what’s so fucking funny. Is he laughing at me or with me? Well, fuck, I’m not laughing, so that answers that.
THE GOLIATH
Shelby’s wearing a furry red sweater that I bet is real soft. I’m sure her skin is even softer. I don’t know what she was thinking by coming out here to ask for a fuck. What’s she nervous about? These last few months, I’ve seen her plenty of times at the Saloon. This scaredy-cat act has gotta be a joke, but I don’t get it. When I reach out for her, Shelby doesn’t look amused. She’s fucking freaked. I won’t be surprised if she runs away like a little rabbit.
“How come you never flirt with me at the Saloon? Why just come here and ask for a fuck?” I mutter, suspicious again. As soon as I saw her drive up, I assumed I was about to be ambushed.
Shelby slides her tennis shoe across the leaves-covered ground. “I’m not good at romancing a man.”
“No one needs that romancing shit.”
“I think I do,” she says, suddenly wide-eyed and backing away. “I think I’m soft and girly inside. Why did I come here?”
“You wanted to fuck. Now you don’t. Hope you ain’t expecting me to beg you to stay.”
“Right, because you can just fuck someone else.”
“Yeah, that. Or I can wank it. I don’t need nothing complicated.”
Shelby looks cornered, even though there ain’t no corner behind her. She can leave. She can stay. Nothing’s keeping her from doing what she wants.
“Why don’t you get on your motorcycle and ride home to your little brother? He can tell you the answers since you can’t find them on your own.”
Shelby’s panic routine fizzles out. Now she glares at me. “Hey, now, don’t you dare suggest I’m not a wise woman with all the answers just because this one single time I’m a little clueless.”
Her anger makes her face fiery. Those shiny light brown eyes widen like someone shot her full of moonshine and set her crazy ass loose. I remember thinking her eyes were green. Then I thought they were just regular old brown. I like seeing them so clear in the daylight. I especially like having them looking at me.
But I’m not as dumb as I look. I get how fucking this woman ends. Dipping my dick in the Campbell family pussy won’t lead to a happy ending. Her brother is my VP, and he doesn’t even pretend to like me. I know what happened the last time I got on the wrong side of my VP. While Shelby might be a sexy fucking woman, no way am I going back to prison for her. Though I suspect Shane would end my life before taking my freedom. The Reapers don’t need to be sneaky anymore. They won the war.
“I never want a girlfriend,” I say, and the crazy in Shelby’s eyes fizzles out like the panic did earlier. “You have to know that.”
“No,” she says, and all the power in her body goes away when she exhales. She’s smaller now. I don’t know what to think of the look on her face. Is she gonna cry? Her bright eyes don’t seem sad.
“Wanna beer?” I ask, gesturing back at the trailer.
“No.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then, are you leaving?”
“I haven’t decided.”
Despite liking to see her up close like this, I ain’t a teenage boy begging for pussy. “Do I have to stand out here while you decide?”
“If you’re exhausted from standing, feel free to rest your joints inside,” she says, and her mouth does that thing where the lip corners on one side press together. I think she’s mocking me.
“Are you shit-talking my age?”
“No, I’m shit-talking your lack of physical strength to remain upright for a few minutes.”
“Can’t I just be lazy? Why is it that I’m weak?”
“You can be anything you want,” she says and looks around the woods. “Do you want to live out here, or do you just not know where else to live?”