Oh sorry, I can’t date you because I live in a clubhouse full of alpha male men, where they pay my tuition fees in exchange for cooking, cleaning, and sex.
Whore, slut, prostitute… I’d heard it all. I’d been spit on, I’d been taunted, I’d had a teacher fail me because he didn’t agree with my lifestyle.
I didn’t care.
Years ago I walked away from a life where I was being shaped into the person that someone else desired me to be, and I would never let that happen ever again.
“Skylar,” Eagle growled, his voice low and deadly sent shivers up my spine, and I visibly shuddered.
I licked my lips, meeting his gaze again that now seemed to have changed. It was still dark, like the gates of hell were sparkling back at me, but this time they were no longer haunted and instead… I saw lust.
He tried not to make it obvious, but I caught his eyes trail my body, and honestly, it almost brought a smile to my face. I had a few curves, I definitely wasn’t straight up and down. My pussy began to throb with need. I clenched my thighs together to try and hold it off, but it knew what it wanted.
“Do you need some help?” I asked huskily, pushing off the wall. “I need to have a shower anyway, two birds with one stone and all that. Plus, I’m sure you’re probably using all the hot water.”
I’d tried not to let my eyes shift to his rock hard cock that had been standing to attention this whole time, but I couldn’t help it now as he shamelessly rose to his full height and turned his entire body to face me. It was long and thick and immediately had flashes in my mind of how he would use it to give us both what we wanted, and needed.
It was obvious there was an attraction, the threatened spanking outside the diner earlier today wasn’t just for fun. I saw the way his eyes lit up as the scenario played over in his mind.
I unhooked my bra and tossed it into the corner with his clothes before slipping my panties down my legs and flicking them with my foot in the same direction. I could tell he was fighting the epic battle raging in his head, his muscles tightening and clenching as he struggled with himself. There was glass separating us, but all it would take was for me to step around it and into the shower with him.
He shook his head. “You think you’re gonna fix me? That by me putting my cock in you that I’m gonna miraculously feel complete?” He ran his fingers through his hair, and I raised an eyebrow, his words confusing me. “You can’t fucking fix me, Sky. This is who I am, a fucking basket case who manages to pretend to be a normal fucking human being nine days out of ten.”
His words made my heart stutter.
He was far more damaged than I realized.
I cleared my throat. “I don’t want to fix you.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
I stepped around the glass which was separating us, the scalding water tickling at my skin as I reached out and took his hand, turning his body toward me, so the spray of the water cascaded down his back.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to fix you,” I repeated, moving closer and swallowing back this strange feeling in my throat. One I didn’t get often given I was confident and sure of myself and my sexuality.
It was nerves.
“But if for one moment I can help you be free of whatever it is that you have going on inside you, then that’s what I’ll do.”