Page 17 of Sweet Girl

What the fuck is actually happening?

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Not able to talk myself off the ledge of lust, and lost to the fantasy of what it would be like to be shared by these three men, I throw on a sweatshirt that I found lying on the couch, get comfortable, and open my laptop to get to work. Opening up a new document, I start writing out everything that’s been on replay in my mind, changing the names, of course, but the fantasy is very much coming alive on paper.

Hours pass as the words flow from my fingertips, a story weaving together that’s filled with just as much love as it is passion, self-awakening, and acceptance. My breathing starts to increase, my heart rate pounding at a rapid rate as I orchestrate the relationship between these four characters.

“Must be a pretty spicy chapter to get you all hot and bothered like that, angel.”

I slam my laptop shut and clench my thighs together as if I were doing something wrong.

“Ooo. And you’re touchy. What? Don’t want me to read how your morally gray character spreads open the legs of his woman and feasts on her little pink pussy?”

My mouth drops open at his crude words. Even if they are fairly close to being spot on. Cruz has never spoken to me like that and it . . . does things to me. I shift in my seat, his eyes moving between my legs and giving me a knowing look.

I’m fucked.

CHAPTER10

cruz

My cock is so fuckinghard that it lays painfully against the zipper of my denim jeans. Fuck, maybe I should reconsider this commando thing. I take a solid two seconds to contemplate the backlash from Dom and Aidan if I fucked the shit out of her on the floor right now. I don’t want anything more than to sink into her tight wet cunt and make her scream for hours, consequences be damned.

But I have to stick to the plan. God fucking help me. Not that the asshole exists.

“Too bad I can’t help you with your little problem,” I quip, motioning with my hand in her direction. “You can help me with mine though.”

If I thought my words would stun her, I was fucking wrong. They goddamn excite her. I find myself teetering on the edge here, and if it were anyone but Dom and Aidan holding me back, her ass would be crawling naked to me across the hard floor right now before gagging on my cock.

“As much as I love your enthusiasmand willingness. . . throw on some shoes and meet me in my garage,” I bark a little harsher than necessary before storming out of the room.

I stomp out of the house and across the gravel driveway to my shop. The place came with an old decrepit barn that had good bones. The boys and I worked our asses off to turn it into a functional repair shop. Took us over a year, but I’ve been running it for a few now. Business is good since it keeps the people of Aspen Ridge local and from having to drive thirty minutes to the closest garage in the next town over.

Once I’m in the office, I run the palm of my hand down over the length of my dick. It’s still raging hard and only wants one damn thing. No matter how many times a day I’m jerking it, it’s never enough. Ever since New Year’s, when Dom set this damn plan in motion, I’ve been ready for her. Green light means go and all that. Except he’s keeping us firmly in yellow and I don’t do slow. I conquer. Pillage. Degrade. Hurt. It’s all I know.

Being raised by two abusive parents will do that to you. If it wasn’t for Dom and his parents taking me in and giving me a safe place to hide out, who knows if I would have survived. But I don’t know how to be gentle or patient. Even if I’m enjoying the hell out of the edging.

I feel her before I see her, the air in the room ratcheting up several notches, thick with sexual tension. I pull out a joint from my desk and grab a lighter, needing something else to take the edge off. Turning, I see her leaning against the doorframe, still in my sweatshirt, a pair of leggings that hug her toned legs, and sneakers. She’s piled her hair on the top of her head in some swirled nest, rogue strands falling loose around her face and at the base of her neck.

“You ever smoke before?”

“Pot? Pretty sure that’s what got me through high school.”

I nearly choke on my own saliva.

“Don’t look so surprised. Our home lives were drastically different, Cruz, but don’t think for a second mine was all rainbows and butterflies.”

She’s got a point, and I know I shouldn’t throw stones of judgment. But it makes me pause and realize I don’t know much about her history.

“Point taken. Let’s smoke this and then you’re gonna help me.”

“I doubt I’ll be much help, Cruz. I don’t even know how to change a tire, let alone the oil.”

Not surprised, but that makes things easier. No bad habits to break her from. Even if I would enjoy it.

“We’ll start there, then. Now let’s go sit outside. Don’t need my office reeking of marijuana.”

She laughs a little under her breath but follows me out back where a few chairs are already sitting out. I light up the joint, taking two puffs and passing it to her. Gotta give it to the girl, she holds her own—not a cough, choke, or wince—and takes it like a goddamn champ.

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