know.” A son of a bitch. Right? Dog. You know his mother was.
He put his hands on his hips and glared at me. “As pretty as you are, you got a mouth on you.”
I batted my lashes. I knew I was a good kisser. He knew I was a good kisser. So I said, “And I know how to use it. You got a problem with that?”
“No.” He pulled me into his arms again, kissing me senseless some more.
You could say there was a chemistry begging to be mixed from the moment we laid eyes on each other. Total taboo. But I was looking for trouble, and I’d found it.
And maybe he was too. I mean, he’d been down in the lane, spending time.
You have to ask yourself...was that destiny?
I lost myself in him the minute he put his mouth on mine. Couldn’t squeeze up to him enough. Moaned like a whore-cat.
He would have had to be a saint to let go of that.
His heart beat steady, strong, thrummed ,but mine raced. Adrenalin zipped through me. I wanted to climb up into his arms and purr. In fact, I know I started to--right before he set me away from him again.
“You,” he said, “need to climb into a cab and go right back where you came from.”
I grunted. That was not the response I’d been hoping for. I brassed my eyes at him. Let them glow with irritation.
Squinting at me, he asked, “Have we met before?”
In his dreams.
That made me laugh. “Hardly. Do I look like I hang out with--”
He put a finger to my lips, shut me up fast with an “Ah!” The minute he went to move it, I tried to talk again, but he repeated the finger and the “Ah! Don’t say it.”
It was obvious he was trying to place me, or the familiarity, but I would have remembered him. Even messed up, my recall is almost perfect. I only pretend not to remember things. I find it works out better for me in the long run if I don’t cop to everything I do.
“I’ll figure it out. Later.” He jerked his jaw a little, stretched his neck, and asked, “What’s your name?”
I countered with, “What’s yours?”
He flashed a grin. “Bark.”
I laughed. “You’re kidding. Right?”
“Barklay.”
“Oh. That’s priceless.” Pushing it, I asked, “So you bark if I lay you?”
Grimly, he gritted, “No. I bite. I howl. I make you sorry you ever thought of it.”
That intrigued me. I didn’t mind a little pain. I mean, life hurt. Everything ached. Maybe it would ease that problem I’d been having?
Looking him up and down, I tried to figure out how dangerous he really was. He talked tough, but he didn’t look so bad. I mean, all I could really think was how appealing he was. And my curiosity about his manhood was starting to get to me.
“You got something going on,” I said, “but I can’t figure out what it is.”
He pulled out his smokes, lit up, watched me the whole time, never offered me one. I wrinkled my nose at him. He was a true dog, in some respects. I thought he was fucking cool.
His gaze lingered over the lace-ups on my top, then really narrowed when they settled, again, on the way the pants sliced me up the middle. They weren’t indecent, exactly, but they certainly outlined my features with some hip-hugging accuracy.
After a snorting draw on his cig, he said, “You’re gonna get raped down here.” He blew it out.
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
Chapter Two
Promise or threat. I know it sounded cliché. Rape me, my ass. You can’t rape the willing, can you?
He didn’t miss a beat, though, in saying, “Promise.” And adding, “A pretty little tail like you, wandering in the lane...people are gonna assume you’re looking for it.”
“People die for assuming things.” I pulled my shoulders back.
He put his hands on his hips and glared at me. “As pretty as you are, you got a mouth on you.”
I batted my lashes. I knew I was a good kisser. He knew I was a good kisser. So I said, “And I know how to use it. You got a problem with that?”
“No.” He pulled me into his arms again, kissing me senseless some more.
You could say there was a chemistry begging to be mixed from the moment we laid eyes on each other. Total taboo. But I was looking for trouble, and I’d found it.
And maybe he was too. I mean, he’d been down in the lane, spending time.
You have to ask yourself...was that destiny?
I lost myself in him the minute he put his mouth on mine. Couldn’t squeeze up to him enough. Moaned like a whore-cat.
He would have had to be a saint to let go of that.
His heart beat steady, strong, thrummed ,but mine raced. Adrenalin zipped through me. I wanted to climb up into his arms and purr. In fact, I know I started to--right before he set me away from him again.
“You,” he said, “need to climb into a cab and go right back where you came from.”
I grunted. That was not the response I’d been hoping for. I brassed my eyes at him. Let them glow with irritation.
Squinting at me, he asked, “Have we met before?”
In his dreams.
That made me laugh. “Hardly. Do I look like I hang out with--”
He put a finger to my lips, shut me up fast with an “Ah!” The minute he went to move it, I tried to talk again, but he repeated the finger and the “Ah! Don’t say it.”
It was obvious he was trying to place me, or the familiarity, but I would have remembered him. Even messed up, my recall is almost perfect. I only pretend not to remember things. I find it works out better for me in the long run if I don’t cop to everything I do.
“I’ll figure it out. Later.” He jerked his jaw a little, stretched his neck, and asked, “What’s your name?”
I countered with, “What’s yours?”
He flashed a grin. “Bark.”
I laughed. “You’re kidding. Right?”
“Barklay.”
“Oh. That’s priceless.” Pushing it, I asked, “So you bark if I lay you?”
Grimly, he gritted, “No. I bite. I howl. I make you sorry you ever thought of it.”
That intrigued me. I didn’t mind a little pain. I mean, life hurt. Everything ached. Maybe it would ease that problem I’d been having?
Looking him up and down, I tried to figure out how dangerous he really was. He talked tough, but he didn’t look so bad. I mean, all I could really think was how appealing he was. And my curiosity about his manhood was starting to get to me.
“You got something going on,” I said, “but I can’t figure out what it is.”
He pulled out his smokes, lit up, watched me the whole time, never offered me one. I wrinkled my nose at him. He was a true dog, in some respects. I thought he was fucking cool.
His gaze lingered over the lace-ups on my top, then really narrowed when they settled, again, on the way the pants sliced me up the middle. They weren’t indecent, exactly, but they certainly outlined my features with some hip-hugging accuracy.
After a snorting draw on his cig, he said, “You’re gonna get raped down here.” He blew it out.
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
Chapter Two
Promise or threat. I know it sounded cliché. Rape me, my ass. You can’t rape the willing, can you?
He didn’t miss a beat, though, in saying, “Promise.” And adding, “A pretty little tail like you, wandering in the lane...people are gonna assume you’re looking for it.”
“People die for assuming things.” I pulled my shoulders back.
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