I hated it whenever anyone touched my things or made a mess of my space. So, I had stormed into the dining room like a rabid dog, heedless of the familiar fear I was so used to seeing in the eyes of everyone around me.
Selene, though, stayed sweet as fuck. She brought me a bag of shelledpistachios, and I’d let her come into my pool house with her ocean eyes, coconut smell, and shy smile. I only kissed her once before, fortunately, I managed to get control of myself. It took more than that to make someone like me lose his mind.
Except then she’d put on that indecent little dress, and all I could do was stare at her. It’s like she was begging me.
“Come over here and tear this off me.”
Or maybe,“Throw me down and fuck me.”
I found myself questioning my own self-confidence. I’d thought myself so immune to her charms and then turned around to find myself hanging on her every word.
Shit.
I passed a hand over my face. I was tense. I had been tense for hours because I wanted a release. I needed a release, but I couldn’t have one. I was still following Dr. Lively’s instructions to resist my sexual urges because of the issues I’d been having in that department.
What would happen if I gave in to Selene and then wasn’t able to come?
I would have made her feel inadequate, like the other ones. Even worse, she would start in with her talking thing again, and I’d have to explain to her why my body was reacting so weirdly.
Babygirl was never satisfied with just using me. She always wanted more and that scared me.
It made me feel uncomfortable and confused and I didn’t know how to handle it.
“Why did you agree to come out here?” I sat down on the couch and tousled my hair. I was going to take a shower and then kick her out. Or maybe I’d kick her out and then take a shower. I wasn’t sure exactly what order it would happen in, but either way, she was going to leave.
“What?” She stood there with her coat draped over her shoulders, her thighs clearly visible, and her seductive cleavage on display.
“Why are you here?” I asked again. “Usually only people who’ve agreed to pleasure me come in here. Do you want to fuck?” I looked at her, trying to make my stare as icy as possible. Meanwhile, inside me there was an incandescent fire I struggled to contain.
Selene screwed up her face and shrugged. My mood had shifted on her again, and she was looking at me like I was a lunatic. That was understandable, really. The evening had actually gone quite well. I had been nice to her and unusually protective, especially when Luke looked at her a little more than he should have. I had been the one to make her think there might be something more going on with us, and she had followed me like any woman in her place would have done.
We’d had one of those moments when I felt this inexplicable understanding with her, a kind of attunement I’d never experienced with anyone else. Worst of all was the bizarre feeling I got around my chest area whenever a man at the club looked at her. It bothered me when people stared at her, which was absolutely an abnormal reaction for me. No other girl ever mattered that much to me; I’d regularly shared women with Xavier and Luke.
Luke, who played white knight the whole time when we both knew perfectly well that he only wanted to sneak into that tight spot where only I had ever been.
That place belonged to me: my Neverland.
“Why are you talking to me like this now?” she asked as I took in her very long hair draped over one shoulder and her firm tits.
Did she really think I only liked them huge? I was a man. It didn’t matter if they were little or big, round or teardrop-shaped; the only thing that mattered was that I got to do what I wanted with them.
In fact, I actually preferred the small ones.
No.
I preferred hers.
Babygirl was too naive to know how the male brain worked. Plus, she had no idea how beautiful she was. If she had figured that out, everything would have made a lot more sense to her.
“Because you’re here in my pool house, half-dressed, without having found this evening’s lucky guy. Maybe you’d like to replace him with me?” I was toying with her. The one-night-stand story was just a game I enjoyed playing with her. I knew her too well to think she’d fall into bed with just anyone. Selene valued herself. She valued her kisses and embraces. Shecouldn’t give herself to someone until she’d gotten to know them or at least gone out with them a few times. Never on the first night.
Selene demanded a lot; it was why it was so difficult for me to be around her.
“Do you think one is just as good as another?” She grew more annoyed as I stared at her thighs like a desperate man, trying not to get distracted from our conversation.
Yeah, I thought one was about as good as any other for everybody else. But not for her. She wanted me; she had been wanting me all night long.
And that was a fucking problem.
