Page 26 of Wild Thing
It was cold and wet out, so I made the calculated decision to wear no bra. I'd always felt beyond sexy and powerful when my nipples were on display underneath the fabric. The whole fit was edgy, and clung to my curves in all the right ways. I hoped that once I took the trench off, Brax would be sent into a spin. I wondered if he would remember the time he fucked me while wearing an outfit similar to this.
I smiled at the memory.
I’d been out with the girls and he picked me up from the bar. He was always so good like that. If I was out, it didn’t matter what time of night it was, he preferred to pick me up, making sure I was safe.
This particular night, I was super drunk, and while he was driving, I leaned over and grabbed him, licking his face while he tried to control the car.
I was always doing wild shit like that to him.
Biting his ear, I told him that I couldn’t wait until we got home, so he pulled over in a deserted car park. He ordered me out, hitched my skirt up over my hips, bent me over the hood of his car and fucked me senseless.
Rough, hard and fast.
Even the stars came.
Zack has never.Couldnever.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my new handbag and slid my phone, card holder and lip gloss inside.
God, I felt nervous.
With one final check in the mirror, I walked out of suite 1402 to meet an old friend for dinner.
Seven
DYLAN
Brax was waiting for me in the lobby.
I had to check my tongue wasn't dragging on the floor behind me as I walked towards him.
He looked fucking delicious.
Decked in black jeans and a black hoodie with the word ‘hardcore’ emblazoned in white gothic font across the front, and black converse sneakers, he looked every inch the bad boy. He wouldn’t have looked out of place in a heavy metal band, or as a member of an outlaw motorcycle club.
He had a lot of new ink. His hands and neck were tattooed, for one. A wolf's head marked the middle of his throat, jaws wide open poised to rip the throat out of anyone who came near.Roses adorned both sides of his neck, with geometric shapes filling in any blank skin.
I wondered about the rest of his body.
His lethal body.
I remembered his chest being tattooed with a hawk, wings spread across his pecks. I wondered if he had more, maybe on his stomach, or another deadly creature deep-etched into his back.
My body tensed as he caught me staring. He smiled as he drank me in from the feet up. He swallowed hard when he saw my short skirt. He definitely remembered. There was a raging firestorm in his eyes by the time I sauntered over to him.
“Hi, old friend.”
“Hi.”
We gave each other a quick hug, like old friends would. Neither of us were brave enough to linger longer.
“You hungry?”
Unashamedly, I slid my gaze over his hot body once more before answering. “Ravenous.”
***
Arriving at the restaurant, the rain was relentless, plummeting down and causing gutters to overflow. Thankfully, the car had been able to pull up directly at the entrance so we didn’t have to walk far in the pouring rain.
