“Not yet. I have a question.” She wears down her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Shoot.” I’ll calm her nervousness and uncertainty.
“Um, thank you for giving me my first kiss, but what you said earlier can’t be true, that the kiss was the best you’ve ever had.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” I cup her hip. “Are you saying I don’t know my own body?” I stroke her through her pants. She trembles. “I would never lie about a kiss,” I say low near her ear.
I lean fully into her. Put pressure on her sex with my fingers. She gasps. Her eyes close. Her next words are so soft I strain to hear them.
“You’ve kissed lots of girls.”
My past is coming back to bite me in the ass. Fuck me. “Quantity isn’t the same as quality.”
She opens her eyes. There is fire in their depths. Her jealousy and anger are coming out to play, and I am here for it. I love me a good fight, and what Sorrow says next is all the ammunition I need. “Should I kiss other guys to know whether your kiss was the best or not?”
“Fuck no. Exclusive. Three weeks. You’re only fucking kissing me. Understood?”
“Yes.” She lowers her eyes but not her head.
Timid.
Unsure.
I need her to be the lioness slumbering inside the tiny, timid mouse.
“Again, Sorrow.” I clamp my meaty paws on her hips, dig my nails into her flesh, and rock her hips into mine at the same time I lift.
“Yes. Yes! I’ll kiss only you. Satisfied?” She tips her chin. Her nostrils flare. I chuckle. There’s the fighter.
This version of her is better than her quiet stoicism. Her anger breathes life into her, into me. I’ll fuck up any guy who comes near her. I haven’t had this much stake in something, in someone, since a girl I gave my heart to when I was thirteen stomped on it until it stopped beating. Never again will I go through the pain of getting my heart broken by a girl. I do the breaking. I call the shots, except for with Sorrow.
I doubt I’ll fall for her. I asked her to do the breaking up. That’s different from getting blindsided. Sorrow and I are on the same page.
We’ve pinky sworn not to catch feelings for one another. I have a feeling she’ll stick to the promise, just like I’m planning on doing. I don’t want to give Phoebe the wrong message by kissing her, and no way in fucking hell will I watch Sorrow kiss one of Rush’s buddies. Those motherfuckers have darker needs than I do, from what my hookups have said.
I slide her over and over my erection beneath my pants. We’ll kiss and touch one another to our hearts’ content, but we won’t lose our hearts to the other. We can do this. We’re strong people.
“Yes.” Her eyes hood over and her lips part. “I . . . That feels so good, Trace. Keep doing it, please.” Her words fall on a whisper of longing. Her body tenses, like it doesn’t know how to relax.
“Don’t think, Sorrow. Go with it. Surrender, baby.”
“Don’t—”
“Would you rather I call you Tragedy?” I smirk.
“That’s depressing.”
“Exactly. Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She lets go of my neck and does as I asked.
“Rock your hips over mine.”
Again, she does as I ask, and I am in heaven when the heat from her sex glides over my erection. “That’s it. Rock on my boner.” She sinks in, and cocooning the outline of my cock, she rocks back and forth. Her warmth, her wetness soaking through her tights . . . “Faster, baby.” She rocks faster and goes deeper with her hips. I stroke her through her layers. She’s wet, so fucking wet that her pussy juices coat my fingers.
Leaning into me, her nails digging into my shoulders, she claps her mouth over mine. Sorrow’s mouth is soft and warm. Her flavor is sweet on my tongue. Her lips are full and yielding. I thread my fingers in her dark, silky strands and stroke my thumb across her full bottom lip in between our kisses. The tip of her tongue darts out and tastes the pad of my thumb. My cock jerks against my abs. Groaning, I slouch in my seat. Sorrow turned me on with the tip of her tongue on my thumb. My fucking thumb, for shit’s sake.
Her tongue is skilled, tangling with mine. She’s a fast learner. My cock pulses with hot need. My groin tightens. Heat engulfs my body. Her fingers dig into my flesh.
