What am I doing? What was I thinking? My eyes dart around our surroundings and I’m thankful everything seems to be deserted.
“I can’t, Skull. I have to be back at the school. I’m already in trouble for missing.” Again, I omit who I’m in trouble with. It’s foolish. I need to give Skull a reason to leave and not come back. Colin Donahue would definitely do that and more. Why do I keep skirting around that?
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll bring you back tonight,” Skull says impatiently. I want to agree with him and forget all about my obligations. I want to open myself up to anything and everything he wants to give me, but if I do that, it could mean his death.
“It does, Skull. I have responsibilities here and I need to graduate,” I tell him, only half lying. Right now I don’t give a damn about graduating. But I do care about Skull. I have to get him to leave… I have to.
I stop at Beth’s words. Not because I fully agree, but because I’d like to make sure she’s graduated high school before chaining her to my bed. I have a feeling that when I get her, that’s exactly what I’m doing.
But for fuck’s sake, I’ve gone a week without her. I don’t know why I’m so addicted to this woman, but I am. And I felt how wet she was for me. She feels the same. She’s too inexperienced to hide it from me. Hell, maybe that’s part of the draw. She’s innocent and that innocence lures me in. I’ve never had that in my life. She’s like light in a dark room. Shit, just seeing her smile makes me feel younger, less jaded and beat down from the world. I shouldn’t touch her, but I want to. I shouldn’t want to claim her, but I do. I’m enough of a cynic to know that once I’ve had her a few times, I’ll probably grow bored. It might hurt her, but she has to learn about the world from someone, and why shouldn’t it be me?
“When can I see you again?” I ask her now, conceding only because it’s not practical for me either. The Donahues aren’t taking my calls. They are purposely ignoring me. I had Torch send them a message today. I need to get back and see if things get… ugly.
She pales at my question and pulls her hand away. Her body goes into a defensive position and, as she opens her mouth, I know she’s just going to deny me, so I stop her before another sound’s uttered.
“Don’t bother saying no, Beth. This will happen. You need to get used to it. You let me in. I’m not fucking leaving until I grow tired or bored.”
“Oh my God! You did not just say that!”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“You’re a jerk… a conceited jerk!”
I shrug off her answer. She really has no idea who she’s dealing with.
“Just tell me when and where, and you can go back to the school.”
Fuck, I feel like a dirty old man just saying that. Apparently I am a fucking pervert because my dick jerks at the mention of her being in school. I wonder if she has a school uniform. Does she have a sexy little plaid skirt?
“I… Skull, I… well, there are things you don’t know. It’s just—”
“What don’t I know?” I ask, thinking it might be best just to cart her over my shoulder and be done with it. I’m getting tired of hearing her challenge me.
“Well… I mean, I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to see each other.”
“You’re wrong. Now, you have about two minutes to give me a time, or I’ll just drag you back to my place and make sure you’re there when I want you,” I tell her calmly, crossing my arms and appraising her.
“You’re kidding me! You just said you could break it off when you grew bored! Well, I don’t want this. You’re a jerk. I don’t want to give my virginity to someone who tells me he’ll grow tired of me eventually. It’s over!” Beth announces, then twirls around and begins marching away.
She’s cute. Damn cute. I can’t deny that what she says makes a certain amount of sense, if you’re young, na?ve, and still believed in relationships that lasted a lifetime. I don’t. Never have, never will. And, as much as I like watching her ass twist as she walks away…
It takes two large steps and, being the bastard that I am, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her hard against me, and wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back tight so she stops squirming. I’d enjoy the fuck out of her squirming, but if she keeps it up, I’m going to take her virginity here in the cemetery—and there’s not a fucking thing that’ll be gentle about it.
“It’s not ending yet, querida,” I say. “Not by a long shot.”
“I don’t… want you,” she whispers.