“Alright. Trouble. Let’s go on a road trip.”
She fixes me with an eagle-eyed stare. “But we gotta have rules.”
“Like no food in bed, no dirty boots on the table?”
She gestures at herself, then at me. “I mean rules between us.”
My brows rise in a silent question.
Her chin tilts up, but it doesn’t seem like defiance. More like bracing. “Just cause I’m lettin’ you between my legs doesn’t mean I’ll let you in my heart.”
My insides curdle.
Ouch. Direct.
“This road trip is a one-week, feelings-free arrangement.” She crosses her arms. “No late night confessions. No attachments. No sentimental sludge. And if you start confusin’ incredible, universe-shattering sex with love, I’m gonna strangle you with my guitar strings while you sleep.”
“Very kinky.” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “Can you at least wait until I’m awake? I imagine you’d look sexy as fuck, straddling my hips while you choke the life outta me. Or better yet, sit on my face and suffocate me with your pussy.”
Good, good. Deflecting with dirty humor is basically WD-40 for the soul.
She blushes but shakes her head. “No deal. Break the rules and you get the guitar strings. Wouldn’t want you dyin’ with a smile on your face.”
And when I think it can’t get any worse, comes the death blow.
She smiles, but the tug of her lips seems forced. “Let’s have consensual, adult fun…as friends!”
I let out a choked laugh.
Friends. The seven-letter equivalent of a nuclear fucking explosion for romance.
I value her friendship, but this ain’t the same as when we were kids. Going from best friends to lovers as we grew up felt natural. It was another side of our relationship we both wanted to explore and friendship always stayed the foundation of our love.
This time around, the word friend feels like a limitation. It means we have an expiration date.
I plaster on a fake smirk. “Friends with unlimited benefits?”
She winks. “The dirtiest, nastiest, kinkiest benefits you can imagine.”
Shit. This arrangement is gonna wreck me.
On the upside, I get to worship this gorgeous woman and her delicious cunt for seven whole days. On the downside, I’ll get my heart broken a second time.
Will I live? Unlikely.
Is she worth the pain? Absolutely.
I get up and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in. “But I have a condition of my own.”
Her pupils dilate, her throat moving with a thick swallow. “What is it?”
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip. “For this one week, I get free use of your pretty pussy andthe rest of your body. Whenever I want you, wherever I want you, and any which way I want you. You’re mine to fuck. For seven days, I own you. Agreed?”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Agreed.”
15
TALLY, 16 YEARS OLD
