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I’ve been stewing in embarrassment and anger since we left the naughty shop. My thighs are still sticky and my panties are uncomfortably wet. Just thinking of Hank making me walk up to the checkout like that makes my panties flood a little more and I clamp my knees together in frustration. It’s like he’s flipped some hormonal switch inside me, and I’d love for him to turn it the hell back off.
His hand is on my thigh. It’s been there since we left Pinky’s, and it hasn’t moved an inch. It’s been driving me crazy. I keep thinking about how that same warm hand feels tucked between my legs. How those callused digits feel inside me. He’d fingered me in the middle of a sex shop. I’m a little miffed, but not nearly as mad as I should be.
Anticipation for what he has planned is humming through me and I’m anxiously waiting for his hand that’s casually resting on my thigh to inch up and under my skirt, which is ridiculous.
Hank had been almost playful in the store. Now…well, he’s reminding me of the saying, “mess with the bull, you get the horns.” I feel like I may have kicked the bull and I’m about to get the horns. If the little preview in the sex shop is any indication I am so not ready for the horns.
Not tonight. Not any night.
“Hank, I’m tired.” My voice is shaking, so I clear my throat and try for a steady tone, “And it’s really late. Will you please just take me home?” I sound like a coward, but it seems my well of pride is all run dry.
Parking in front of the side garage he turns in his seat and looks me over like he can read every emotion shooting through me. I paste a wan look on my face trying to look tired, even though I’m anything but. My heart is racing I’m wound up so tight. He reaches over and runs the pad of his thumb along my lower lip in a maddening move and I can’t resist biting the tip. It startles a chuckle out of him that rumbles through me. I’ve got it bad for this guy. So bad it makes me wonder what the hell’s wrong with me.
“I’ll take you home in the morning,” he says, getting out of the car. The implication is clear. He’ll take me home when he’s done with me and not a second before.
Candi
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.
Hank
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything
I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first
place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She
needs to be saved from herself.
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.
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Have voted… and all the best of luck. Great snippet. :)
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