Page 29 of Fast and Dirty

“That’s fine,” I murmur, looking back down at the cracked sidewalk. I know all about not talking and sharing feelings and shit. Also not allowed in my family. Thank God I made friends with Toby in detention back in tenth grade or I’d be a complete Stepford Bot, only with a few short circuits and a screw loose maybe.

“No,” he shakes his head, and I look over to find him looking pensive as he pushes a hand through his hair. And with the few BushyTails I’ve got on board I don’t miss the flex of his bicep or the tattoo that looks like some kind of tire tread on his underarm. “Let’s just say he was all too happy to let me idolize him, but actually being him was not acceptable. Anytime I got close to being on his level he’d shut it down.”

“Got it—another narcissistic egomaniac,” I roll my eyes. “I was just thinking we needed more of those on this planet,” I snark with a sarcastic smirk and I’m gratified to hear himchuckle as we cross another quiet street, putting another block behind us.

“Well hey, we seem to be from different worlds, and yet we both have dipshit dads that we got back at,” he quips.

“Oh?” I turn and look at him, intrigued, and a little bummed that we’re just a couple houses down from Agnes’s. “How’d you get back at yours? Don’t tell me you put on a wedding dress, stole a car, and gunned it for the horizon,” I tease.

He blows a breath out through his nose and shakes his head. “No to the wedding dress, but yes to stealing the car.”

“Whuuut?” I ask incredulously, looking over at him.

“It’s a long fucking story,” he sighs. “One I don’t usually tell, and I can’t believe how much I’ve told you already.”

“West, if you’re not a sharer, it’s cool,” I assure him. “We don’t have to do this,” I say easily, looking away to give him space as we approach Agnes’s house, but he takes me by surprise by scooping his arm around my back and swinging me towards a tree just off the sidewalk. He gently pushes me back against it, one hand on my hip and the other braced against the bark above my head.

“You’ve got it all wrong, Kira.” His voice has dropped to a low and gravelly level, and I don’t hate it. Nor does the little traitorous asshole in my panties. “Well I mean, you’re right in the sense that there are certain things I just don’t talk about, but … you’ve taken me by surprise.”

“How so?” I whisper up at him, letting his motor -oil and fresh musky scent infiltrate my nostrils.

“You’re so damn easy to talk to, these things just come out on their own.”

“Good thing or bad?” I watch his eyes dart between my eyes and my lips.

“Could be bad,” he croons, his thumb smoothing circles on the patch of skin between my shirt and my waist band.

“Why?”

“There’s plenty about me you might not like.”

Who am I to say he’s wrong? I barely know him, and I could very well not like what I hear. But I forget all about it when he leans his face into my neck, breathing me in. I place a hand on his chest, his warmth greeting my palm through the soft cotton of his black t-shrit. “I like you, West,” I admit breathlessly as I grip onto his shirt.

“I like you, too, Kira,” he returns, his voice low right beside my ear as his hand travels from my hip, up my side on the inside of my t-shirt. “It’s so confusing,” he continues before placing a small kiss to my neck. “Wanting someone to know me and not wanting them to find out the truth.”

“I’d like to know you. The good and the bad,” I squeak out. It’s then I realize, I want that even more than I want him to hoist me up and fuck me senseless right now - and Iseriouslywant that. The bark burn up my back would be worth it. But I very regretfully and gently push him back, just enough I can see his face. My pussy is throwing an absolute tantrum between my legs and I stifle her with a kegel. “But I don’t know if I’ll really get the chance, if we fuck every time we run into each other.”

A groan is his response, but his lips pull back in a lazy smile. “That mean you’re sticking around for a while?”

I nod, before looking around at the dark street, buying myself a moment. “I don’t know what on earth I’m going to do next - with my life, I mean. I don’t even know who I am or what I’m good at. But I think this is a good place to figure all that out. People like you and Agnes make me feel safe and welcome, and I think that’s what I need right now.”

“Well then I’ll keep up the good work, if that keeps you around longer,” he brings his face around, his lips skimming a path across my cheek to my lips. “And you think we should stop fucking?” He quirks an amused eyebrow.

“I didn’t say that,” I tilt my head at him, and my libido tries to break free. Fuck, this is the longest kegelI’ve ever held, and I don’t know how long I can hold the little sex deviant back. What can I say, she wants West. “But maybe notjustthat?”

Our lips are touching, the breath of our words breezing across them, and I’m about to throw all morals out the window. I fist my hand in his t-shirt and pull his body against mine and lock our lips together at long last. They massage and dance with each other as West lets out a groan that vibrates down my throat and pools in my sex. Our bodies are flush, and I’m ready to let him make me writhe and forget my own name when another vibration reverberates prominently, and dangerously close to my vag. Rather than be caught off guard by it, West seems to lean into it, letting his warm tongue delve into my mouth with another moan.

Holy fuck, I knew his cock was magnificent but I didn’t know it could actually - wait… it’s gone. No, there it goes again. It’s gone but then I feel the pulsation again, suddenly realizing what it is.

“I’m going to come on your thigh if you don’t answer your phone,” I rasp between our lips.

“Maybe I want you to,” he growls back and while I it would be so easy to give way to the urge - seriously, I’d only need like twenty seconds - my mind thankfully cuts back to what I thought before. And while our lips continue to devour each other, I reach between us, slipping my hand in his pocket. Pulling his phone out, I hold it buzzing against his chest.

“Please West, answer it,” I pant. “Or we’ll never be anything more to each other.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he pants out, forehead resting against mine. “I’m sorry,” he adds, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“It’s okay,” I whisper back as he answers.

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