Page 31 of Dare You to Run
“Let’s not waste any time. Okay?” She tells me, lowering to sit in my lap. “I like it rough so don’t be afraid to really hurt me.”
Her tongue flicks my earlobe and I close my eyes. She’s not the beautiful brunette with green eyes, but it doesn’t really matter what she looks like. I just need her to fuck Dagen out of my mind.
I let my hand glide down her back and squeeze her ass, digging my fingertips into her flesh. My dick begins to twitch, impatient and wanting to dive into her already. Her lips work their way down my throat and she grinds her already wet pussy down on me.
Just as she slides her hands under my shirt, I hear a high pitched yelp. My eyes fly open and I find Dagen standing at the bottom of the stairs and her hand over her eyes.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. I was just—“ she spins on her heel and smacks into the iron rail and stumbles.
The woman still seated in my lap, her hands now cupping her bare breasts, simply watches Dagen but doesn’t budge an inch.
“Dagen, hold on. Can you,” I wiggle underneath her and try to slide out. “Get up please.”
She places one foot then the other on the tiled floor just as Dagen rushes up the stairs.
“Does your little sister live here too?” She asks me.
“Dagen is not my sister. She’s, you know what, just wait here.” I run up the stairs taking them two at a time, but don’t catch Dagen before she runs into the loft and locks the door.
I step up to the closed door and knock. I don’t know why I have to fucking knock on a door in my home, but I do.
On the other side I hear a muffled, “I’m so sorry, Hendrix. I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I was just coming down to get some water.”
I rap my knuckles on the door once more. “Dagen. It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I told you to make yourself at home. I’m the one who should’ve been more considerate.”
I wait for a silent moment then hear the lock click. She pulls the door open slowly and I get a better look at her. She wears different pajamas than the ones she wore the other night. Instead of cherries, she wears plaid boxer style shorts and a matching t-shirt that looks like the bottom half was chopped off, exposing her belly button. My eyes eat up every inch of her smooth skin, from her perfect toes to her shapely legs, and ending on her vibrant eyes.
“Do you want to come back down?” I ask her.
“No thank you. I’ll pass. Why don’t you go back to your guest.” She braces her arm against the door frame and her giant bun flops to one side.
I lick my lips and push a tendril of hair off of her face. “Why don’t I get rid of my guest and you can come back downstairs.”
Her face twists up and her lip curls. “Are you serious right now?” I nod my head and she bats my hand away. “You want me to go downstairs and take the place of that bimbo that was on your lap? You’re a pig. Thank god I didn't sleep with you last night. I would’ve hated myself for it today.”
She steps back then slams the door in my face.Mydoor.
Maybe I was a little out of line with that comment, but it didn’t stop me from sending my guest home in an Uber and an apology. After she left I took another fucking shower because I can’t help myself. And if I can’t have Dagen, I at least have my imagination.
THIRTEEN
“He said that?”Kinsley asks, a mouthful of potato salad and little bits flying out of her mouth.
After my encounter with Hendrix last night when I walked in on him and his friend, I texted Kinsley a summarized version of what happened, but she said that she needed every last detail. She showed up with lunch and a box of wine, and said we are sitting out by his pool until every drop of wine is drunk and every ounce of tea is spilled.
“Yup. And he was one hundred percent serious. I took one step back and slammed the door in his face. I can’t even believe he thought I would thank my lucky stars for giving me a chance to fill a previously occupied spot on his lap. What a pig.”
I take a bite of the chicken salad sandwich and watch her shake her head in shock.
“That son of a billy goat. I can’t believe he thought you would go for that. He’s so dumb he could throw himself on the floor and miss. I swear.”
I smirk at yet another Kinsley-ism that I’ll have to stick in my back pocket for just the right time.
“So...d’you think you’ll still hook up with him?”
I freeze and tug on my ear, trying to figure out if I heard what I think I did.
“Kinsley. Did you not hear what I said? You think I want to sleep with him after that?”
