My mind skitters to her
face—her beautiful fucking face—and the way she stared at me with those wide
eyes and her lips lightly parted. Those lips. She has Angelina Jolie lips.
Scarlett Johanssen lips. Liv-fucking-Tyler from the “Crazy” video lips. Except this
chick doesn’t look like Liv. She’s got blonde hair and a perfect pout like
Alicia Silverstone. I remember the beginning of that video when our girl,
Alicia, climbs out a bathroom window in her Catholic school uniform, her skirt
riding up to show her black lace panties…and ahhh, yes, I feel my cock twitch
just picturing it.
Fuck my life.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Because yeah, I was yelling at
Jock, but she was standing behind him, and I didn’t miss the tight lines of her
teenaged body under a pair of new jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her rounded
tits strained just a little against the fabric of her top. Not enough to be
dirty. Just enough to hate her. Because no guy alive—least of all me—has a
right to want someone like her. Or sure, we can want her, but we’ll
never have her. Not in a million years.
She looked to be about
Noelle’s age—somewhere between eighteen and twenty, and ridiculously young to
suddenly arrive alone in the middle of nowhere, put up in an old farmhouse by a
couple of aging queens.
How in the fuck is
this her best option?
Who is she?
And what exactly is her
deal?
I grimace because the
headlines of her story—the easy parts—start materializing as I think about what
I know about her. I didn’t do all that training for nothing. Plus, I have good
instincts. I could practically smell it on her—the fear, the desperation, the
way she wouldn’t meet me eyes except to insist that she was an adult.
God, what a joke. If she’s an
adult, I’m a French poodle.
Then something occurs to me:
it was Jock’s boyfriend, Gus, who gave away the most important part of her
story away.
She has nowhere else to go.
And then something else occurs
to me, and I wonder, Is she in hiding?
This girl—what’s her name?
Amber? Audrey?—is in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble that gets
other people in hot water when they were just trying to live their lives and
mind their own business. And she’s been dumped on my doorstep. Literally.
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