“Not really.”
“You probably scared the shit out of him, but not enough to turn him off.” He lets out a soft laugh. “So it was community service, after all.”
“You’re just...” I pause, searching for words.
“I know. I have a way with words,” he says. “On the bright side, you taught him a thing or two, and whoever wins his heart will benefit from that.”
I wait for his eyes to come back to me.
He looks at me; his gaze is bright with a smile.
“So you’re not angry that he’s talking to Sara?”
He shakes his head.
“Why would I be? She hasn’t been with a man since Jacob died, and she’s too young to live a life of celibacy. I don’t think it’s bad that she gets to know him. She wouldn’t spend time with him, let alone laugh and let him kiss her, had he been an idiot or a jerk. I’m pretty sure by now, he knows everything about Emma, the color of her favorite socks and the name of her animal toys,” he says, his eyes on Nick and Sara.
“How do you know all this?”
He flashes a cocky grin.
“It’s called survival, baby. That’s the first lesson you need to learn. Know people. Some are good, and some are bad, and you have to learn which is which, and pretty fast because it’s people who will fuck you up.”
A few moments pass.
“So... Are you a hunter or a settler?” I ask, smiling.
He tilts his head to the side, flashing a fiery grin.
“You already know what I am. The real question is... Are you a settler?”
16
SENNA
MonthsLater
“Ready for your birthday present?”
His eyes rove over me.
I smile.
“Yes.”
“Your dress looks nice,” he murmurs, ignoring my remark.
He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest.
He likes my dress a lot, judging by his hard-on pushing against his pants and stirring against my belly.
I run my hand down his length while he slips his fingers up my skirt and runs his palm up, sweeping over the high-thigh socks and garters and brushing over the sheer fabric between my legs.
I hold onto him while he pushes my panties to the side and slides two fingers into me.
“We were supposed to leave... It took me an hour to put myself together,” I say, pulsing around his touch.
Palming his hardness through his pants, I quickly shudder.