Page 47 of Hard to Judge

I frantically search for any sign of jealousy. I might prefer it to the unfettered hunger I see in his dark eyes.

When she’s finished, she rubs her thumb over my lips, then shifts back, releasing me from her grip, yet her hold is tighter than ever.

“Let me taste him?”

I blink at the pleading in Arlo’s voice, and then the words register.

Hailey nods and then leans over the table once more.

Arlo’s mouth crashes into her, nearly swallowing it whole. It jars me almost as much as watching him suck my cum from her tongue yesterday.

My entire body goes hot.

My dick is ready to give him a real taste. Appetizer to dessert. But I don’t run. Not today.

He pulls back from Hailey’s lips. The look he squares me with…

Fuck!

It looks like he’s ready for a nine-course meal.

Arlo licks his lips and stares at mine. I swallow, barely able to get the nothing down. Panic crowds close. All the what-ifs crash into my frontal cortex, battering my gray matter to mush.

“I think you can do better than tasting him on my lips,” Hailey says, challenging Arlo.

As much as I want to feel his lips on mine, as much as I’ve wanted it for so long, I don’t want him to have to be prodded. I need him to dive headfirst without a glance at the depth of the pool.

He leans forward.

Terror pierces my heart. Everything I’ve ever wanted is coming at me head-on. It’s a collision I won't survive.

If I don’t swerve, the impact will kill me. If I let Arlo kiss me, I’m done for. If his lips meet mine, then he pulls away, every shallow wound and gaping hole he’s left in my heart will rupture.

I’ve existed this long without his kiss. I can survive without it. At least until I know he’s ready.

I grab his whole face, much like I did Nate’s forever ago. “Nope. You have to earn your lips on mine.”

“Anything. Name it.” His tongue slides along my palm, and he nips my calluses. “You want a yacht?”

“No,” I scoff. How dare he think I can be so easily bought.

“A bungalow in the Maldives? Hell, a private island?”

“No,” I growl.

“A Bugatti?”

I open my mouth to respond. He cuts me off, sweetening the deal. “La Voiture Noire,” he singsongs into my hand.

Goddamn mother fucking hell.

He knows that’s my dream car and my only weakness besides him. And now, Hailey. I groan and mutter a few curses. My native language ones are the best because they’re so taboo.

I frame his face in my hands and marvel that I can do this. That he’ll let me. I almost pull his face to mine and say fuck it, but like Hailey said yesterday, I have to start doing things for myself.

Even if it might cost me everything.

“When you’re ready to let me top you, fully and completely, no stops, no backing out, then I’ll let you kiss me.”

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