He’s glaring down at me with a murderous expression, looking annoyingly handsome in a baseball cap pulled low over his face, a tight, button up shirt that highlights every chiseled muscle in his chest, fitted jeans and worn cowboy boots.
“Why are you with that boy again?” he demands.
I laugh - loudly - as I yank my wrist free from his grip. “First of all, he isn’t aboy.He’s twenty years old, just like me. But I guess you still think I’m a little girl, so it makes sense why you’d call him that. And secondly,whatever,Clay.”
Maybe I would have melted into those green eyes two weeks ago, but now I’m just annoyed with the intrusion of running into him in a place I went to escape and distract myselffrom him.
Hot.
Cold.
Hot.
Cold.
I never know which version of Clay Cameron I’m going to get, and the constant whiplash is beyond exhausting.
Frustrated, I spin on my heel and storm out of the facility, shoving hard against the exit door as I burst into the stifling Texan heat. So much for fresh air. With summer in full swing, and a relentless heatwave adding to the fire scares we’ve had in the city, it’s sweltering—even though it’s nearly eight o’clock at night now.
I head toward the parking lot, not sure where I’m going as duskbegins to settle in. The crunch of gravel behind me tells me Clay’s following, but I’m too furious to care. By the time I reach the edge of the parking lot, almost at the main road, he’s still on my heels. I think about calling an Uber to get me out of here, but instead, I whirl around, seething.
“What the hell are you doing, following me, Clay?!” I shout.
He has the balls to look surprised by my outburst and almost a little hurt as he steps backward, giving us some space.
“No,” I step forward until our bodies are brushing.
My chest. His chest.
My thighs. His thighs.
He’s so much taller and our height difference is ridiculous, but I reach up anyways, poking him in the sternum just to make my point clear.
“You don’t get to look allinnocent and wounded little Clay Cameron,right now. You…” I lower my voice even though there’s no one around us for miles, “ate my pussy like it was sushi, made me come so hard I saw the moon, and then told me to leave.”
He draws in a breath and steps backwards again, that stupid wounded look on his face is in full effect, and I loathe the way it makes me want to comfort him when I’m the one who he should be comforting.
He doesn’t deserve it!
“I… I didn’t... I told you to leave because I was trying to protect you.”
“Protect me!? Protect me from who?!”
“From me,” he looks down at the ground and I want to laugh. When he looks up again, I realize he’s being serious.
“Why would I need protected from you?”
He shakes his head like he’s trying to make sense of it somehow, “You’re so… innoce-."
“Don’t,” I snap, cutting him off because if he calls me innocent one more time, I might just burn down this bar and the whole parking lot with it.
“Ok...you’re so muchyoungerthan me. You deserve to be with someone your age who’s good to you. I should be apologizing for taking advantage of you.”
Now I’m confused.
“How did you take advantage of me? I’m pretty sure I spread my legs wide willingly, gripped the back of your neck and then you offered up the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. At one point, I was riding your face. If anything, Iusedyou.”
He shakes his head, “You can’t say stuff like that Maggie.”
