Page 43 of Ride Hard
“You don’t know anything aboutme.”
“I know more than you’ll everrealize.”
I backed into the bathroom and slammed the door closed, shutting him out. Fuck, I wanted him so bad it was twisting me upinside.
Falling in love in the middle of a shit storm was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. It would be better if we just fucked to get it out of our systems, but Chaser was determined to keep his hands off. Something had happened to him. Something bad, but it didn’t make him special. Everyone had their own sad and broken originstory.
Taking off my jeans, I rubbed my palm between my legs and moaned. I had the biggest case of blue clit everdocumented.
Chaser had fucked me with his eyes for a week straight, he’d molested my mouth with his tongue, and had whipped me stupid with his attitude. Either he was the world’s biggest asshole or he had the restraint of a saint preachingabstinence.
It would be nice to orgasm with a cock inside me once more before I died. Preferably, Chaser’scock.
Fuck, why did I always have to fall for the broken badboy?
