Page 82 of Wild Stars

“Please,” I beg.

His cock throbs against mine, and his grip tightens on my hips.

“It’s not...It’s not that simple, Dare,” he replies as he leans back, taking his weight off of me.

What?

Panic sets in.

Did I say something wrong?

Did I miscalculate?

Matty adjusts his cock, and I lean forward, anxiety spreading in me like wildfire.

“Matty, what’s?—”

“I knew this was a bad idea,” he murmurs, and my heart breaks.

“What?”I can feel the tears starting in my core, working their way up to my eyes.

“I thought...”I stammer, trying to find my words as old insecurities and memories push forth.Of the women and men who didn’twantme the way I wanted them.

“I thought...the picnic...the stars...the making out...I mean, like, this is the most romantic shit anyone’s ever done for me.So, I thought?—”

The air is cold and I can feel my tears prickling my eyes.

Matty sighs, running his hand over his face.“It’s complicated.”

Complicated?How is sex complicated?We’ve already slept together!Well, in the literal sense, and we’ve fooled around.How canthisbe complicated?

“Whatever, I get it, I—” I stand and he does, too.

“Darren...”His voice is strained.

“Just give me a chance to explain, please,” he pleads as I give him my back, if only so he can’t see me cry like a fucking baby.

“It’s fine,” I reply, my voice shaking.

“Fuck, now you’re crying.I can’t—” His voice takes on an edge that only makes me feel worse.Great, now he’s mad.

“Dare, will you just listen to me, damn it!”he says.

I turn to look at him, and I can see the pain etched all over his face.

Pain I caused because I’m an idiot and ruined everything.

“I just have...needs,” he says, his voice full of pain.

I turn to face him, noting that he’s already cleaning up our spot.

Guess the date’s over because I fucking blew it.

“What kind of needs?”I snap, crossing my arms.

Matty sighs as he packs up the trunk, then opens my door.

He motions for me to get in, and I think about not doing it.

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