I blink. The feeling of my body being tossed around like a rag doll makes my lungs throb, behind the rib cage that is still sore. I see Charles standing over me, with a look of pure hatred and power.
Another blink and instead of dark hair and tan skin towering over me, I see Ben’s light hair and soft features studying me.
I try to even my breath, hoping Ben doesn’t notice me freaking out.
I’m not her anymore. I’m different now. Stronger. A bitch. I have the power now. There is a famous rock star standing in front of me, ready to show me his dick.
“Prue? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I snap, folding my arms over my chest. “Are you going to show me or not?”
His eyes dart down for a moment, taking in my arms pressed against my breasts. I’m not well endowed there, but they are perky enough to be something men have stared at from time to time.
When his eyes glance back up to me, I can’t help the warm feeling that settles in my stomach. His ocean eyes are full of waves of lust.
“Where did you go?” he asks, instead of doing what we came in here to do.
“What do you mean?” I pull away from the sink, straightening my back. “I was giving you a moment to pull your dick out.” I shrug.
“Sure.” His lips curve up slightly, as he takes another step toward me. “You know my band, right?” I nod. “And you know of Wes, the lead singer?”
“Yes, who doesn’t? He is talented and handsome and extremely nice.”
He chuckles. “Then you know that his girl, Abbey, was attacked recently, right?”
“Yeah, and?”
“She does that sometimes now.”
“Does what?”
“Disappears inside her head.”
“I didn’t disappear.”
“No?” he presses, taking another step closer. “Didn’t get flooded with flashbacks?”
“No.” I shake my head.
I have no idea why he is suddenly so interested in me. Last night he was such an asshole, but right now, he is kind of acting like a decent person. Like someone capable of caring. I don’tlike it. I don’t need him to care about me. Assholes are easier to deal with. The idea that a nice person might live inside the cocky exterior of Ben Parker shatters the illusion I have of rock stars in general.
Besides Wes. Everyone in the world knows Wes is a great guy. Nearly killed the guy who attacked Abbey Dark. Them getting together is the closest the world will get to peace. They deserve each other. Abbey deserves to be loved by a nice guy for a chance. They both have earned the right to be happy. To be together. To be loved. All things I’ll probably never get.
“Liar,” he says softly.
“Can you just show me your dick, so I can get to class?”
“Tell me,” he says, reaching down to the front of his jeans. My eyes watch as he undoes the top button. I force my eyes to drift back up to his face. “Do you often inspect men’s cocks?”
“No.”
My heart is racing in my chest. His eyes are so full of desire. I’ve never been looked at like this before. I’m not a prude by any means, but I’ve only been with two men. They both claimed to find me very attractive, but they never looked at me the way Ben is right now.
“I want you to get a good look at it, Prue.” He goes on, tugging down his zipper. “Touch it if you must.” His hand slips into his pants. I can’t look away as he shifts his hips. “Do whatever you have to, to make sure you’re able to form a good opinion of it. I want to know exactly what you think about it. Maybe you can leave me a review or type me up an essay, since you seem to be such a good student.”
Pulling his cock out, my eyes widen. To say it’s not tiny is not doing it justice. The thing is thick, and long. I wouldn’t say it’s dangerously long, but long enough to make a girl feel slightly uneasy. But my God, the girth of the thing is overwhelming.
Ben isn’t thick anywhere else, which makes his dick look even larger. He probably has a BMI in the single digits, but whatever his muscle mass is, his cock probably accounts for most of it.
