Page 11 of Stroked Hard
“Will you get up and stop acting like a dickhead?”
Turning my head to the side, I glance up. She rolls her eyes about to retreat when I wrap my arm around her waist, roll over, and position her so she’s sitting on my stomach, my hands holding her hips in place.
“What the hell?”
“I need to be nursed back to health. Quick, smother me with your breasts. It’s the only cure to my concussion.”
“You don’t have a concussion.”
“How do you know? I’m dizzy, faint. I have a headache. I think I blacked out. Put your breast in my mouth, it will help me remember things.”
Her expression changes from irritated to something I would describe as evil. Right then and there I quiver in my shorts. I don’t think I’m going to like what happens next.
Leaning forward, she gives me the perfect view of her breasts. On the contrary, maybe I will like what she does next.
Breast to the mouth; come on, breast to the mouth.
Her hands ride up my chest and I brace for one of her boobs to pop out of the deep V of her tank top. Fuck they’re so perky. What do they look like without a bra?
Her fingers play with my hard pecs and right when I think she might lean down and kiss me, she pinches my right nipple.Hard.
“Oh fuck, that hurt!” I yell, quickly swatting her away and rubbing out my sore spot . . . but also kind of liking the fact that she likes nipple play. A sly smile spreads across my face quickly eliminating the hurt expression. “You know, cuddle muffin, if you like nipple play, I can really dive deep into that fantasy for you.”
Getting up, she rolls her eyes and says, “You’re so annoying.”
I stand up as well and dab at my eye. The blood seems to have stopped but I still milk it, wincing with every touch of my finger. “Annoying isn’t as bad as hate, so I’ll take it.”
Back in a defensive position, she says, “Actually there is a thin line between hate and love that’s often blurred. Annoying is just annoying.”
I step closer and give her my mega-watt smile. “Aw, sweetums, are you trying to tell me you love me? It’s a little early but I can’t blame you. Come here, give Big Daddy a kiss.”
I reach for her hand but she swiftly steps away, muttering, “Oh, for Christ’s sake.”
“Where you going? You have some boxes that still need recycling.”
She gives me a once-over and says, “I’m pretty sure you can handle it.”
Sauntering away, I stare at her perky little ass and call out, “See you around, neighbor.”
There is no response and I wonder if I pushed her too far. That’s until I see her turn around and give me one last look. It’s just a glance, but that’s all I fucking need. Just that little glance lets me know I haven’t pushed her too far, that I actually have a shot at being with this woman.
And I really want that shot.
Chapter Four
MELONY
Every time I step out into the parking lot of my apartment complex, or pick up my mail, or even go to the community adult pool I look around, wondering if I’ll see him, if I’ll hear that deep, velvety voice, or smell that distinct cologne of his that makes me feel dumb from my brain short-circuiting.
I hate it.
Hollis Knightly.
I would be the worst liar if I denied he was hot. You can’t look at Hollis Knightly and not find him attractive. It isn’t just the way his hair is full at the top, creating a faux hawk you’re dying to run your hands through. It isn’t those deep blue eyes staring at you with a hint of charm. It isn’t the five o’clock shadow he’s able to maintain on a daily basis, and it isn’t the best set of abs on this planet either. I’m not kidding, the best set of abs.
His smart-ass attitude and cocky self makes him attractive as well. There is something about a guy with a sense of humor that adds so much more sexy to his persona.
Thank God he annoys the shit out of me most of the time . . .mostof the time being key.
