Page 135 of Small Town Love

Oh my god. He’s crazy.

Then why am I so turned on?

My nipples are tight, aching points in my bra and I can feel my panties starting to grow damp. I’ve never been talked to like that. Never had anyone look at me like I’m their everything.

It’s addicting.

Maybe I’m the crazy one.

I’m saved from having to give him an answer when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and frowns when he sees the screen.

“I’ve got to head to the clubhouse for a meeting, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Give me your phone number.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“It is.”

We stare at each other and I can feel myself becoming wet between my legs.

What is wrong with me?

I squirm in my chair and Wild’s eyes catch it. He grins, his eyes turning heated. I love the way the blue one gets dark, while the gold specks seem to brighten in the green one.

“Give me your phone, baby girl.”

Before I know it, I’m reaching into my pocket and pulling my phone out to hand to him.

“I’ll call you later,” Wild promises, giving me one last smile as he turns and walks out of the office.

I’m not sure if I should be hoping that he does call me, or not.

ChapterThree

Wild

I can’t stop thinking about Bristle.

I’m not surprised that I can’t, but it does make it difficult when I’m in a clubhouse meeting or working on a client. Part of me still wants to go into the Pussy Parlor, throw her over my shoulder and tell her that she doesn’t need to work there anymore. Her new job is to relax, preferably naked, at my place.

I have to work again today, but I’ve been texting Bristle since the moment I woke up. I messaged her last night too, to tell her goodnight and to make sure that she made it home okay.

She hadn’t responded. Not until I threatened to come over to her place to check on her. Then I finally had gotten an ‘I’m fine’ message back.

She’s back to not responding today, but I know that I can wear her down. I know that she can feel this thing between us too. I could see how she was reacting to me last night in that office. I wonder what would have happened if my phone had never gone off.

Would she have let me kiss her? Would she have let me get her off? I know it’s only been a day but I can’t stop wondering what her lips taste like. What they feel like. It feels like I’ll die if I don’t find the answer to these questions soon.

My time as an Army Ranger has made me very good at reading people and situations. That’s how I know that Bristle was turned on last night. The way her pupils dilated, how her breathing picked up, and I could see her heartbeat racing as it fluttered at the base of her neck.

When she had crossed her legs and started to squirm in the desk chair, I had wanted nothing more than to set her on the desk, peel off her clothes and help ease the ache that I knew was pulsing between those sweet thighs.

Her southern accent reminds me of milk and honey, and I wonder if that’s what her pussy tastes like.

I need to know.

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