Page 73 of Run For Me
She’s definitely mine alright. No way in fuck does she belong to anyone else but me.
“Why didn’t you bring her?” he asks.
“Not really her scene,” I answer, laughing at the thought of her being here.
She’s the kind of girl who avoids stuff like this, who would rather be inside watching a movie and eating popcorn. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as it ends with my dick inside her, which would happen.
I don’t know though. Maybe I could convince her to come to a party. Walk around, knowing I’m here, trying to pick me out. Not sure she’d go for it, but it could be fun.
It’s been a long week. It’s still true that the bits I see her in school aren’t enough. I’ve snuck into her house every night. Some nights I leave something for her to know I was there; other times I leave nothing. And it’s those nights that give me the most thrill, knowing I’m there and she has no clue. Every day I’ve asked her if she’s still sore, and every day the answer has been yes. Kinda makes me feel bad knowing I did that, but also… it’s what she wanted.
I could have her any time I want, sneaking into her house the way I am, but I won’t be the reason she gets permanent damage. That’s just fucked up on a different kind of level.
“Baby, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” The voice has me cringing, and I pass the joint back to Colton, who raises a brow at me when Mindy stops beside my chair.
“Don’t call me that,” I bark at her, causing her to pout.
“Why do you have to be like that?”
“Why do you?”
She rolls her eyes and drops onto my chair, her ass right beside my knee. She puts her hand on my thigh, way too close to my dick.
“Since we’re both here…”
I hold her gaze, not understanding how she doesn’t understand what is happening here.
I shove her hand off me. “Go inside, Mindy.”
“Come with me.”
“No,” I growl. “How do you not get that I want nothing to do with you?”
“Oh, please. You always say that, yet you always come back.”
“Not this time,” I snap.
“We’ll see.” She smiles cockily, running her hand down my chest before getting up and sauntering away.
Colton is staring at me, brow raised.
“Bitches are fucking crazy,” I say with a shake of my head.
He huffs out a laugh. “Fucking tell me about it.”
We sit around, watching people play-fight and arm wrestle and do other stupid shit. When we finish the joint, some jock Colton knows comes over and offers us more weed while handing out beers. I don’t deny either.
Before I know what’s happening, a group of girls are lining up by the pool, all of them in thin white T-shirts. Of course, it’s an exciting scene. Tits are nice, but nothing is as good as the thought of my little dove pressed into the cold dirt while I rut into her. I’m so fucked for this girl.
I pull my phone from my pocket and send her a text.
Me:I have an idea.
I take a sip of my beer as I wait for her to answer.
Little Dove:Let’s hear it. I like your ideas.
Me:I want you to come to a party.
