Page 70 of Dove
Torrence walked me back until my shoulders hit something soft yet firm, and I realized I was pressed up against Josh’s tarped Chevy, parked in here to be out of sight and forgotten by Gareth.
A thrill ran through me at the thought of doing this here, against Josh’s beloved truck. I sighed, tipping my head back as hands grabbed at my hips and lips assaulted my neck, perhaps a littletooeager, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
It wasn’t like I planned tonight to go this way. But the moment I’d seen Josh spin Stella, anger consumed me like a wildfire. Torrence wasn’t the ideal candidate—he wasn’tJosh—but he was familiar. As much as he’d ignored me in school, I’d caught him eying me appreciatively at the bar back before mom got sick, when I used to go occasionally in a last-ditch effort to take my mind off things.
When he first approached me, he told me he’d always thought I was cute in high school but never said anything out of respect for Josh.
Now that Josh was gone, he figured he had a shot without the threat of a busted jaw.
We’d started something casual after that.
It had been... okay. A distraction, really. Something to pull my mind away from Josh’s absence, from my mom getting worse, from the suffocating responsibilities of the farm.
I let our little tryst die out on its own, but maybe I needed a reminder that I needed to take what I could because the person I wanted wasn’t mine to have. That the one I ached for would’ve left me here to rot, if not for our parents dying.
Something I clearly forgot.
The scrap of his teeth was almost on the edge of too much, and I gasped. He groaned, digging in a little harder. I bit my lip as the pleasure turned into a sharp spike of pain.
My hands slid up his chest to nudge him back.
“I—”
What I’d been about to say was swallowed by his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth so suddenly I nearly choked on it.
Definitely too eager,I thought as his tongue licked at the roof of my mouth sloppily.
I nudged him away again and suggested breathlessly, “Let me take care of you.”
If only to get his mouth far away from mine.
My hand wandered a teasing path down the middle of his chest until it hit the waistband of his basketball shorts. I’d critiqued his outfit earlier when I’d followed him out of the bar, but it certainly had its advantages now as it allowed my hand to slip in easily and circle his hot heat.
One of his arms came up to rest along the truck above me as I jerked him slowly, watching as he closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure through clenched teeth.
I waited for the image to make me burn, to have me clamping my thighs against the growing ache I should have there, but all that grew within me was the obligation to keep my hand moving.
Determined, I squeezed a little tighter and pulled a little harder. Where was that suffocating crave that had burned low like embers of a fire within me all week? I wanted to stoke it, let it consume me, so I could get it out of my system.
The sound of his pleasure stopped as he bit out, “Easy there, babe.”
“Sorry,” I exhaled against his chest, easing my hand up into a gentle glide. Maybe my hand was too dry?
I withdrew it, licking my palm before going back. His breathe shuddered as my hand moved a little easier, a little smoother.
Still, I felt nothing.
I wanted to tilt my head and cry with frustration; a frustration that had been building since Josh had come back into my life.
A hand circled my wrist, and I realized I’d stopped moving it.
“My turn,” he breathed into my mouth, tongue flicking out to run over my bottom lip.
Tucking away, I hid my face into his neck, feigning shyness but really just wanting to escape his tongue.
What waswrongwith me?
Torrence was hot. He was tall and lean from all the sports he played, and I should have wanted him.
