There was something insanely hot about a girl that pure wearing that color. And fuck me was she pure. I’d popped a few cherries in my time, but I’d never seen a virgin jump away like my dick was gonna bite them. Though in this case, there was a high probability of Harper getting bit. My dick didn’t have teeth, but I did, and I’d have no problem marking up that perfect complexion of hers. I wanted to do it.
Would she fight me? Fuck I hoped so. I damn near bust a nut when Harper scratched me in the shower. I bet she’d cry when I sunk my teeth in her flesh. How hot would it be to lick the tears off her face while her blood stained my tongue?
“Mason?” Maggie called out, killing my hard on. “Are you ignoring me?”
I gave the little cockblock a smile and called back, “Would I do that?”
My gaze floated back over to Harper as she piled her hair on the top of her head and fanned the back of her neck.
Don’t worry about that sweat, Freckles, I’ll happily lick that shit off.
“You’re doing it right now!”
Shit.I snapped my gaze back to Maggie, who was tapping her foot impatiently.
“No I’m not.”
Her face screwed up in annoyance. “Then come play with us.”
Should’ve seen that coming.
“Do you really want me to interrupt girl time?”
When her mouth tightened I thought she might argue with me, but instead she nodded and said, “You’re right. Boys ruin everything.”
Damn kid.
Ah, whatever. It was better if I stayed over here, away from temptation. Otherwise Maggie might see some shit she was way too young to see. I might have ‘the talk’ with her when she was thirty-five. Until then, I’d kill any motherfucker that tried to defile her innocence.
“Ugh, is she having another tea party?”
Speaking of defiling motherfuckers…
My glare zeroed in on Junior as he walked out the glass French doors to stand beside me. “Yes, she is. Now fuck off.”
Don’t get me wrong, I liked the little shit. But he spent way too much time with Maggie. Mind you, most of those times were against his will – the girl was a force to be reckoned with. But still.
“What’s wrong, Mase,” Junior returned my glare with one of his own. “Afraid I’m gonna steal your girlfriend?”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle from bellowing out. Both from the confidence in his statement, and the fact that he called Harper my girlfriend. That’d be the day.
“First off, I don’t do girlfriends, and secondly.” My hand dismissively waved at him. “Get the fuck out of here with that shit.”
He huffed and crossed his arms. “Bet I’d treat her better than you.”
Who the fuck did he think he was? Don Juan? Uptight angry little prick’s face might actually crack if he smiled.
“The scum on the bottom of my shoe treats her better than I do.”
That statement should probably bother me, but it didn’t.
“So what you’re saying…” My eyes narrowed at the smirk curling the corner of his mouth. “Is she’d be easy to steal from you.”
Was he serious with this shit?
“Have your balls even dropped yet?”
“Maybe Harper can find out,” he shot back.
