Page 27 of Ruin

My feet were stuck to the floor, watching him talk with his friends as if he hadn’t just had his dick out, a woman nearly suck on it, and then messed with my head.

Maybe that was normal for him.

It wasn’t for me.

None of this was.

What was wrong with me?

Why Wolf?

Fucking why?

He glanced back. His eyes held heat, his smile wicked.

I had to get the fuck out of there.

He grazed his top teeth over his bottom lip, watching me over the shoulder of another man.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck me.

All right… okay…. I could admit he was good-looking in his suit and white shirt, his fancy shoes, and long dyed hair, which flowed free around his shoulders. His skin needed… needed my hands on it.

Fuck.

Had I just thought that? Yeah, I did. I fucking thought of having my darker tone on his. I used to be envious of my sister’s skin colouring, since it resembled Mum’s, and mine was like our father’s. Darker. Only now, I liked mine more because it was a distinctive contrast to Wolf’s colour.

I wanted to see them together.

I fucking did, and that thought was a holy-motherfucking-shit moment.

He was a guy.

He had a damn dick.

There were no tits to motorboat, just a flat chest.

And I stood there on my own, checking him out, my cock throbbing in my black jeans. There was no denying my dick liked what he saw. But how? He was a dude. Was my dick sick?

Broken?

Confused?

My head—on my shoulders—was about to blow. I had to get out of there.

Then why wasn’t I moving?

Why couldn’t I look away from the man who was smiling over the guy’s shoulder at me? Why was my heart beating faster than it ever had? Even my palms were sweating.

What did I look like to Wolf? A guy freaking out on the inside but probably looking cool as a cucumber on the outside? Actually, my eyes felt wide. My lips were parted from my heavy breaths, which had my chest rising and falling rapidly. On the outside, I could have looked like a dickhead on the verge of running for the door, if my feet would move for me.

I wasn’t ready for the realisation to dawn on me.

I liked playing dumb or ignoring the facts. Because the facts showed me I was into Wolf.

A guy.

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