He snorts out a laugh as he takes my hand in his, interlacing our fingers.
“I’ll be your Beast because that makes you my Beauty.” His full smile makes my heart flutter for a moment before I rein that bitch back in.
Down, dumb bitch, down.
“Oh, you think this is a fairytale? Cute,” I tease. “Do you think the princess gave the beast good head?”
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, shaking his head.
I raise a challenging eyebrow. “Preferably? Every dirty little thing you can imagine, if we’re spitting out ideas here.” I giggle, then throw him a seductive wink.
“Spitting out ideas,huh?”The rasp and seduction in his tone send a shiver down to my core. “See, I thought, from our previous experiences, that you were more of a swallower. But then again, what do I know?”
“Mhm,that is so, Sir,” I quip back.
I look up at him over my shoulder as we continue walking toward his family’s empty beach house. Thankfully, his family will be gone for a few more hours, leaving us plenty of time.
I can’t fucking wait.
Jett is a dream of a man, with a chiseled and muscular body, the kind that’s earned from hours of hard work. Not the hard work you’d find solely in a gym, but the type that comes along with years of manual labor on his family’s ranch. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. I mean it. Look it up in the dictionary, and you’ll find his damn picture there with a panty-dropping, perfect smile radiating through the page.?
“Call me sir again, and we won’t wait to get to the house.” His stunning sunburst eyes stare into me, causing my heart to flutter. “I’ll take you right here on this beach.” His words come out low and deep, lust apparent in his threat.?
Closing in behind me, he wraps his arm around my waist, spinning me to face him. He towers over me, standing about six-foot-four. Our height difference is drastic, and I have to strain my neck backward to meet his eyes. I know this game—he’s trying to intimidate me with his size.Not happening, buddy.
He should know by now that I never back down from a challenge.
“You don’t scare me,sir,” I say with a cocky smirk plastered on my face.?
Not immediately reacting, he courses a hand through his short, cropped jet-black hair that is always somewhat spiked. He slowly bites down on his bottom lip, staring into me as if he’s sizing me up. His hooded, hazel eyes can bring any woman to their knees with little effort. If I had to pick my favorite feature of his, it would undoubtedly be his stunning eyes, where amber, almost gold-like, radiates around his pupils before molding into a light green.
“I fucking dare you,” I push on, both of my eyebrows arched, questioning his next move.
Like always, he takes the dare, swooping me into his arms and cradling me in one swift motion. Before I know it, he’s crashing his mouth to mine briefly and taking us both down to the ground right below the levee.
With me on top of him, straddling his lap, his hands tighten around my hips.
In an instant, my mind flashes back tothat night. Not when my father broke my trust, but the night that broke my concept of love.The night that everything changed for me. The night that shaped me into who I am today.
Even when I toldChadI wasn’t ready to take that step, he took something that didn’t belong to him.
I was young. Before that moment, I had some idea of love. Iwantedlove.
Afterward and to this day, I don’t want it at all.
Chad broke me, and my heart was crushed. It was then that I swore off allowing myself to feel for a guy again. Why allow someone that power over you just to end up a victim of their carelessness??
I’ll fuck men, and I fuck them well, but my body is theonlypart of me that they have access to.
Fuck feelings.
Fuck love.
So yeah, I have every right to guard my heart. Witnessing the ugliness that is the betrayal of trust and love by none other than my own father, and a boyfriend who took without consent.
All that said, Jett just seemsdifferent.
Jett and I have been friends for years, ever since I started coming down to the island with Via during the summers. He always intrigued me, especially in my younger teens. We are so alike when it comes to our ideas of dark humor, smart mouths, and avoidance of commitment. Yet, we are also so different at the same time. Somehow, we just mesh.
