Page 18 of Stroked Hard
“I can agree with you on that point.” She chuckles a little more. “But I would love to hear your explanation as to why.”
Loving that she’s actually conversing with me rather than shooting me down, I turn in my lounger so I’m facing her head-on, and I clasp my hands in front of me.
“Have you ever read a romance novel, boobarella?”
Her smile turns into a scowl from my nickname, making me chuckle. “Don’t call me that.”
“Answer the question, have you?”
“Not really. Does reading the first chapter ofThe Notebookcount?”
The Notebook, God, what a classic. I’m pretty sure almost everyone has read that book. I’m one of those guys who likes to read the book before the movie comes out so I can bitch about the book being way better later on. The book is always better . . . always.
But that Noah Calhoun, now there is a true romantic. He’s got his shit under control and knows how to woo a woman. If only the male race would all strive to be like him, we might have less violence and more orgasms.
“The Notebookcounts. I love that book, but you need to read more than the first chapter.”
“You’ve read it?”
I nod and give her my best shy smile. “You would be hard-pressed to find a mainstream romance book I haven’t read. I’m also very much into the indie scene.”
“I had no idea men read romance novels.”
I wink at her. “The smart ones do.”
“Okay,” she shifts in her lounger, looking like she’s about to challenge me, “tell me why you like reading romance novels.”
“Easy.” I lean forward and say, “It’s a brief glimpse into the woman’s psyche. For the most part, romance novels are written by women, which is a clutch for us men, because we’re able to take these fantasies of being fucked up against a wall, or fingered under the table at dinner, or eaten out on the counter of the kitchen and turn them into a reality.”
She slowly gulps. If I wasn’t paying attention, I wouldn’t have seen it, but it’s obvious with that little movement in her throat that my words affected her.
“I’m a pleaser, Melony. I’m a woo-er. I’m a romantic who knows how to fuck you senseless.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Her eyes search mine.Because I have a long list of things I want to do to you, you fucking gorgeous woman. Kiss you senseless at the end of each day; lather you up in the shower and worship every part of your body; finger your beautiful pussy to the point you scream my name; wake you up in the morning with my mouth between your thighs, or my lips wrapped around your tits.Yeah. I’ve thought about what I want to do to her, but if I keep thinking all these things I won’t be able to walk away from my lounge chair.
I stand up, gathering my items and then glance down at her. “Because, sooner or later, I will be fucking you up against a wall, fingering you under the dinner table, and eating that sweet pussy of yours on the kitchen counter. Mark my fucking words, Melony, I am going to woo you so hard, you won’t know what hit you.”
With a parting wink, I leave her with her mouth agape and a confused look on her face.
My job here is done.
Chapter Six
MELONY
Hollis: Are you going to be rooting for me this week?
He is relentless. Every day he texts me, and every day, I respond. The question is, why do I respond? Am I really that lonely that I need to engage in his idiotic texts?
No, I’m not lonely. Well, I might be lonely but I’m also . . . curious.
Melony: Who’s this?
Maybe I’m a little curious and also very much interested in bruising the man’s cocky ego. He’s convinced we are going to be married one day. Why he thinks that, I have no clue.
My phone dings back as I sit on a very uncomfortable airport chair, waiting for my plane to board. I’m on my way to Omaha for the Olympic Swimming Trials because production wants to capture the event for the show, which means, I’m flying in as well. I would be more excited if I didn’t have to spend the next couple days with a random person I don’t know. Yes, Bellini doesn’t like to spend her money on other people, which is why I’ll be sharing a room with a stranger.
Fantastic.
