Page 19 of Lolli-Gag
“You should stay close,” he says, and I laugh.
“Or what?”
His eyes snap to mine “Or you won’t,” he answers. Why do I like that? Like a lot. My fingers twitch, wanting to touch him.
“Everyone keeps trying to take me somewhere,” I whisper, and his upper lip curls.
“They won’t get far,” he states, and he’s right. I’m not the type of girl that enjoys being told what to do or how to do it.
“That’s true. I like that you don’t ask questions. It makes our time together…”
“Easy,” he says, cutting me off.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Answers don’t change anything,” he says.
“That’s smart.”
“Or dangerous. Depending on how you look at it,” he says, and I laugh.
“Same thing.”
“I like your laugh,” he tells me, and I tilt my head.
“Most people think it’s annoying,” I say, and he cups my face, stunning me into silence.
“I’m not most people. I want to hear that laugh again,” he says in such a serious tone I can’t help but give him what he wants, so I giggle.
“You’re different. I like you,” I say, having decided I want to keep him.
“Great. Now I have to share you with this guy,”Jethro groans, making me giggle again.Vinny tilts his head slightly, running his thumb over my scar.
“So are you.”
“Scary and hideous is what I am. I’m not sure what the hell you see,” I state as his hold tightens on my face.
“Don’t ever speak like that about yourself again. You are perfect, Lolli. Do you hear me?” he whisper shouts, and I nod.
Footsteps echo closer, then voices.
“They’re coming,”Jethro warns, and I take a deep breath as Vinny pushes us away from the door, stepping in front of me. He cups my face, bringing me closer to him.
“Can I kiss you, Ghostgirl?” he asks, and I nod, kissing him first. At first, it’s slow, caring, even tender. My fingers dig into his ribs as I laugh against his mouth.
“No one ever asks. They just take,” I whisper, but he doesn’t stop. My back hits the wall, only harder this time. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me in place. “You can if you want,” I say, and he pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Never without your consent,” he says, then slams his lips against mine as our hands roam against each other, digging, pulling, kneading. I moan and he growls, biting my bottom lip. I lift my thigh, pulling him closer to me. Feeling his hard cock pressed against my stomach, wishing he would just take me. He reaches down between my legs, and just when I think he’s going to play with me, the door slams open, light from the hall flooding in.
“THERE,” a guard shouts, pointing to us as Vinny whips around, standing in front of me like he’s protecting me from the world. Guards pile in. So many of them, and Vinny moves first, but they rush at him. Taking him away from me. Separating us from one another.
“No!” I shout as a guard grabs me roughly. I thrash, twisting against the prick. “Don’t ruin it!” I yell as Vinny tries to break free. He doesn’t fight wildly like me. He fights smart but there are too many.
They drag us apart as my hand reaches out for him. He latches on to me but as fast as his touch was, is as fast as we are yanked apart. Our eyes lock, not in panic, not in fear, just–longing. A hand roams up my naked thigh, making me growl.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Vinny spits, and the guard laughs.
“Get them all restrained,” he orders, and my smile stretches.
