Page 16 of My Never
“Maybe I like drunk college boys.”
He raises his eyebrows at me as if I’ve got to be kidding. I am, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“A college boy wouldn’t know how to handle you,” Mark mutters low. “That’s not what you need.”
“Oh, it may not be what I need, but what if it’s what I want?”
His eyes drop to my red lips.
“You have such a bratty little mouth tonight. Is that really what you want?” Fire glimmers in his eyes like a taunt. Like he has more he’d like to ask.
“No, but that’s beside the point. Point is, you don’t get to decide for me.”
He chuckles darkly.
“Was your ice cream good? Did it help?”
“Yes, why?” I ask curiously, wondering why the discussion veered to period matters.
“Oh, just wondering, in case you needed my other suggestion. We’re not in a grocery store anymore, so the setting is a little more appropriate for the topic.”
“I now vaguely remember you bringing up a different suggestion, but you never told me. So, what’s this other idea that I need to keep in mind for the next time that you just couldn’t bring up in the grocery store?”
“Orgasms. They’re great for relieving cramps.”
Oh hell… how do I answer that? Is my face as bright red as it feels? Is it even bright enough in here to tell that I’m blushing?
“I believe I caught you off guard with that one.” He smiles lewdly, and even though it’s hot, it gives me the insane urge to wipe it off his face. That’s what this man does to me. “Pretty sure little college boys don’t know a thing about that. They’re still just learning how to give them. I like that shade of lipstick by the way.”
He grabs the pitcher and carries it over to our table, setting it down in front of my friends. All of them are staring with big eyes screaming for him to walk away so that they can pounce for more deets. He fills each of their glasses, saving mine for last, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
What. The. Fuck?
He walks back to the guys, smiling at Whistle Boy with a victorious caveman grin.
“Okay. Since nobody’s asked it yet… What. The. Fuck?” Holly asks all flustered. If she’s flustered, then what am I?
“I’m gonna need more to drink for this conversation.”
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Mark
Those heels and those fucking red lips… She is going to be the death of me. I don’t know what came over me, but that little fuckboy whistling at her when she walked by had my vision clouding with shades of red. I knew the minute she came back by and beelined for the bar that he was going to make a move. Uh uh, not on my watch. He wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a woman like that if he was even blessed with the green light to lay a finger on her. I would’ve snapped said finger off if he’d touched her. I grin like a fucking crazy man when I walk back by. Just try me, you scrawny fucker. He’s maybe 5’11” at most? Looks like he’s somewhat athletic, but he’s got baby hands and a baby face. I wonder if he can even grow a fricking beard yet.
“What the fuck was that?” Trystan asks.
“I’d like to know too,” Colin guffaws.
“You getting soft on our Ava?” Garrett teases.
“Just making sure the little pretty prep boy didn’t step where he didn’t belong,” I tell them.
They all snicker like someone just pointed out Cindy’s pretty pink panties peeking out of her jeans in the eighth grade. Schoolboys. All of them.
“Was he encroaching on your territory? Were you staking your claim?” Colin raises his brows. What’s with the brows? I subtly growl into my drink, annoyed as hell.
Was I staking my claim? Ahhh, shit…
