Butch doesn’t look too thrilled about that place either. “You’re not going in there in that dress.”
I sink back in my seat and my shoulders drop in relief.
“I mean, I can take you back to your place to change if you want.” He doesn’t look like he likes that idea either. “Fuck,” he mumbles before doing a U-turn in the middle of the street and we go back towards my apartment.
“Why are you mad?” I finally ask as the quiet in the truck becomes too much for me. The mood shifts and I can tell he’s agitated. “I can change my dress. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not only the dress,” he throws back, and my heart feels heavy.
“You’re running again,” I whisper. I should have known.
“I’m not going any-fucking-where. You’re mine.”
My head snaps up and I bite my bottom lip as I clench my thighs together.
“It’s that place. I saw the look on your face when I said we weren’t going in.” He shakes his head. “It’s not my scene, but we’ll go back it you want to.” He gives a curt nod and it’s sweet he’ll go with me even if he doesn’t want to.
“I don’t want to,” I rush to say. “That’s not my scene either. I’m more of an order-a-pizza-and-hang-at-home kind of girl. Sure, I love a good movie or going to a fair, but that’s about it.” I point my thumb back in the other direction. “I’m not into that.” His body relaxes at my admission.
“I think we’re more on the same page than I thought.” He pulls into the same spot he left moments ago and turns to me. “What do you want to do?” I lick my lips because I’m still thinking about tasting him and his eyes go to my mouth. “Come here.”
He unclips my seatbelt but doesn’t wait for me to come to him. He’s pulling me into his lap and I straddle him as my dress rides all the way up. I don’t know if my panties are wet from his cum or mine.
“I want to taste you,” I admit. I’d be happy just to have him for dinner.
Chapter Twelve
Butch
“Goddamn it, girl, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I look down at her panty-covered pussy and see her rock against my cock. “I can’t fuck you right here in the parking lot.” I shake my head. “You deserve better than that.”
“I’m hoping it will be more than just the one time.” She licks her full lips and I put my hand on the back of her neck to bring her mouth down on mine.
“Once won’t ever be enough.” I’m impatient as I put her back in her seat and shift the truck into drive. “Buckle up. We’re going to my place. You’ve only got a block of cheese and soda in your fridge.”
“Are you going to cook me dinner?” There’s a smile in her voice as she fastens the seatbelt and I pull out of the parking lot.
“After I finally give you what we both want.”
It doesn’t take long before we pull into my driveway and I see the automatic lights are on outside. The sun has long set, but I know the boys will gone until late tonight, so I’m hoping we can sneak out in the morning without too much of an incident. It’s not that I don’t want to be seen with Harlow, but I’m not ready to answer all the questions I know they’re going to ask me.
“Wow,” she breathes as I park the truck and she looks up at the house. “Did you build this?”
“Yep.” Pride swells in my chest as I get out of the truck and instead of going around to her side, I pull her out the driver’s side door and throw her over my shoulder.
“Butch!” she squeals as I smack her ass and carry her inside.
“Shh, or you’ll make the neighbors think I kidnapped you.”
“That might be fun. I could hide in your room and call for help.” Her hands squeeze my butt as I walk in the house and kick the front door closed.
Why was I so reticent to let this girl into my heart? Yeah, she’s young, but maybe that’s what I need. I’m getting older and the boys are about to be out of the house. Maybe it’s time for me to live my own life. I’ve been avoiding it for so long, not because I didn’t want to, but because someone like Harlow hadn’t kicked down all my walls and made me see that with her, things would be different.
“Go ahead and try it.” I take the stairs two at a time. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Promises, promises,” she teases.
I walk into my bedroom and toss her on the bed. “Take that dress off, sweet girl. You’re mine now.”