Page 35 of The Catcher

“Good game,” I said, drawing my robe tighter around me.

I wanted to pretend like I wasn’t looking for Tanner, that I didn’t feel his presence in the room like an itch on my skin.

But I couldn’t. I took one step and saw him, sitting in a chair at the very back of the room smoking, his eyes glittering at me in the dark. He jerked his chin, and I knew it meantcome closer.

I could tell he was very drunk, even though he wasn’t slurring or stumbling.

He watched me walk toward him, dipping and zigzagging between the other partygoers.

“How are you not setting off the fire alarm?” I asked irritably.

He stubbed his cigarette on a table beside him. “I disabled the smoke detector.”

“It would serve you right if you burned yourself to a crisp!” I cried indignantly.

“Maybe,” he said noncommittally. He looked me up and down. His eyes looked lazy.

“Why are you wearing that ugly-ass bathrobe?”

I only clutched it tighter around my body, and I saw a flash of malicious humor in his eyes.

“If you think wearing that is going to make me not want to fuck you, you’re wrong.”

I said nothing.

“Come here, Emrys,” he ordered.

I wanted to stay in place, but his eyes had an almost hypnotic quality.

“There’s plenty of other women here who would fuck you,” I said, even though I felt my legs almost trembling. “Get them to do it.”

Tanner’s fingers were wrapped around a bottle beside him, and I saw him tilt his head and look at me.

“I don’t want to fuck them. I want to fuck you. Now get over here like I told you to.”

I took one step toward him, then another.

“I don’t want to fuck here in front of everyone,” I whispered.

“No one’s even looking and it’s dark,” he said, suddenly turning to yank the plug to the lights out of the socket. The room was plunged into darkness.

It was true. The noise from the game they were playing was deafeningly loud with incessant explosive rat-a-tat-tat of gunshots, and the room was big and dark. I had almost reached him now, and I saw Tanner slide his fingers away from the bottle and lean back, almost imperceptibly, to shift back in the chair. I took another step, willing myself to run away. I could callTanner’s bluff. There was no way he cared enough to actually go through the steps of reporting me to the educational board.

“You’re drunk,” I said weakly. “Aren’t you too drunk for sex?”

“Too drunk to get it up for you? Never, baby,” he said. “Get here and ride me.”

I obeyed him, crawling into his lap. He smelled like alcohol and salt and cigar smoke.

But I could tell he was right. He was hard and thick underneath me.

He yanked the bathrobe off, groaning as he saw my body, with a sound that seemed to go directly to my core. He pulled me into his lap, running his hands over my stomach. “I can’t wait until your belly is big,” he said.

I tried to drive down the traitorous throb and pulse in my cunt at his words. This close it was so hard to deny the wetness that ran between my thighs. And I didn’t try to deny him at all when he yanked my sleep shorts aside and pulled me down onto his cock with a groan.

I let him fuck me in the pitch-black room that pulsed with music, and it was deafening in there but all I could hear was his voice in my ear telling me my cunt was his and he was going to put a baby in me.

My body seemed to buzz with need and I gasped as he lowered his head to my throat, my breasts, yanking my top down to suck and bite harshly at my nipples. I groaned, feeling the pressure twist in my body, but his fingers bit down as he came inside me with a grunt. There was a line of heat and sweat on my chest and I tried to remember that he didn’t really care about me as he pushed me between his legs to suck his cock.

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