I’m rabid for her.
When she rocks her hips into me, my patience doesn’t just break—it explodes like a star going full supernova, turning every thought I have into one primal need—for her to own me, possess me, and take what’s been hers since the day we met.
“Phoenix.” She gasps when my hand slides up her shirt, closing around her breast.
“I want to fuck you, pretty girl, but I need to feel that you’re mine. I need it to mean something. No more running. No more disappearing. I want you to take me, knowing it’s us. That you’re staying and that we don’t fucking break again.”
Chapter 14
Shannen
“I’m going on a date.”
“Does the unlucky fucker know it’s his last night on earth? Because I’m assuming the hot psycho you’re obsessed with isn’t going to allow this guy to keep breathing.”
I stare up at the ceiling, fully aware that Phoenix is probably listening to every word, but at this point, if he’s gonna stalk me, he can at least enjoy himself.
“The date is with the hot psycho.”
“No. Shut up. You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
There’s a gasp followed by a scream. “OH MY GOD—FINALLY.”
“Okay, you’re way too excited about this.”
“What can I say? I’m kinda rooting for the homicidal Romeo. So what changed your mind?”
“He made me… wait. Okay, I hate the word squirt. It sounds like something a cat does, not a woman, but I don’t know what else to call it.”
“I’m coming over.”
“What?”
“You had a full-on porno moment with Mr. I-Will-Literally-Kill-For-You, and I need every detail. Do. Not. Move.”
“I’ve got to work. I have a video call with James soon.”
“Push it back an hour and do it from home. I’m on my way.”
The second Lianna rocks up at my door, she screams, “Alexa, blast something loud enough to make the psycho downstairs bleed out of his perfect ears.”
Alexa proceeds to blast Christmas songs even though it’s only November, so I change it to Bad Omens because fuck that noise.
My best friend hands me a coffee, and now we’re on the couch, fully aware we’re probably being watched by the invisible demon cameras Phoenix installed throughout my apartment.
At least he can’t hear us.
“So on my way over, I was looking up different words for squirting, so next time it happens, you don’t feel so weird about it. Even though I will always use the word squirt.” I start laughing as she pulls out her phone. “Okay, so we’ve got ‘ejaculate,’ but that sounds like something a doctor would say. How about gushing? ‘He made you gush?’” She barks out a laugh before continuing, “Then we had some more technical shit like ‘orgasmic expulsion,’ but what the hell is that? Oh, and then—then—” She gags dramatically. “I saw ‘love juice’ and started dry heaving, so I had to close the entire fucking tab.”
“Are you done?”
“Yeah… So you squirted?”
“Have you ever?”
“No. I mean, there were moments I wondered if it was happening, but I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of thing you’d be absolutely certain of…”
