I nod. “Yes. It’s the official flower of St. Mary’s, which you already know. But did you know that it also stands for purity and innocence?”
And secret love.
It also stands for secret love. But I’m not going to tell him that. Because this isn’t about love, what we have. This is about making him feel better, even for a little while.
Instead of taking the flower, Arrow grabs a fistful of my ass and bounces me in his lap. “Purity and innocence.”
I undulate against him shamelessly, trying to hold on to the flower with my trembling fingers. “Yes.”
He bounces me again, causing an ache in my clit. “Yeah, I can see that. How innocent you look right now, giving me this flower. No bra. No panties. Nothing to cover up your perky, bouncing tits and your out-of-control pussy.” He leans forward and bites my lower lip. “How innocent you looked last night, in my bed, when you gave up that flower between your legs.”
I shudder. “Uh-huh. Totally. Innocent. But no one calls it a flower, Arrow.”
“No? So what is it called then?”
His casual question is accompanied by a verycasualflick of his thumb along the crease of my ass, making me moan.
But somehow, I manage to answer him demurely. “The p-word.”
“Ah, the p-word.” His thumb still moves up and down my crease. “Peach, you mean.”
I shake my head and bitehislip. “You know what I mean, asshole. Stop teasing me and take my flower.”
He chuckles then before snatching my mouth in a kiss and bringing his thumb down to my soppy pussy where he wreaks havoc on my clit. He doesn’t let go until I climax.
Until I’m coming on his t-shirt.
Only then he slides me down his body with hooded eyes, takes my flower and takes me out on a date.
First stop is the ice cream parlor, all the way in the college town of Middlemarch. It’s almost deserted, with only a handful of people inside the store. When he asks for a vanilla cone for himself, I chirp in and tell the guy behind the counter thatmyguy will take a chocolate cone with all the chips and sprinkles and trappings, just like me.
When Arrow gives me a look, I say, “You wanna be boring all your life or do you wanna be awesome like me?”
At which, Arrow grabs the back of my neck and lays a hard kiss on my lips, right in front of the counter guy.
Once we have our ice creams, we go outside and I straddle the Ducati that he parked on the empty street, and lick my cone.
At first he’s simply leaning against the motorcycle, his face both lit up and shadowed under the insufficient street light as he watches me lick my ice cream. Then he throws away his cone and straddles the bike too.
Eyes heavy, he grabs my waist and yanks me over to him, my juices probably streaking a path across his leather seat. “I ruined your seat.”
He drapes my bare legs over his powerful thighs, opening them up. “Not yet, you haven’t.”
Before I can say anything else, he sticks his hand under the jacket that I’m wearing and in turn, under the hem of my skirt and kisses me with ice-cream cold lips.
Shivering, I kiss him back, forgetting about the cone in my hand.
I jump when I feel something on my pussy.
Something other than his fingers.
Something like my flower.
The flower I gave him back at St. Mary’s that he pocketed, right where his dead heart is.
Arrow is touching me with it.
I don’t know when he got it out and when he snuck it under my skirt but he’s sliding the flower along my slit, twirling it over my clit.
