I’m a bitter bitch.
I’m a woman scorned.
I manipulate the shit out of men like Brick long before they realize they wield that kind of power. In many ways, Brick and I are the same person with different anatomies.
We use people.
We seduce people.
We destroy everything and everyone we touch. And we enjoy every second of it.
“If I recall correctly, your last stunt left you with a broken heart,” Brick says, jumpstarting a conversation I had tried to initiate just a few minutes prior.
“You do recall correctly.” I adjust in my seat, pushing my body so that it rests slightly against the door. I’m able to get a better view this way. “That won’t happen again.”
He takes a quick glance at me and his smile widens further, exposing the straightest set of teeth you’ll find in North Carolina. “You were in love with him.” He chews into his lip and shakes his head. “I knew it.”
“That was the first time, and like I said, the last.”
“He nearly destroyed you,” he says followed by a light laugh. This is the Brick I love—the same Brick I despise. He shifts the car into fifth gear as we merge onto the highway. The road around us is eerie with only a few other cars on the road. That’s to be expected at four in the morning.
“I remember,” I say dryly.
“Yeah?” His brow furrows and his eyes remain fixed on the road, but his hand trails to my leg. He palms my flesh, making his way past the hem of my jean shorts. “I had to fuck the pieces of your poor, shattered soul back together.”
“That also won’t happen again.” I reach down and grab his hand, squeezing it hard before pushing it away completely. There’s a popular saying that gets tossed around like a hot potato—the heart wants what the heart wants. Well, my pussy wants what my pussy wants, but I also have the power to say no, pussy, no. “I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. He was a shiny, sexy toy and everything escalated out of my control. I also wasn’t expecting him to creep off and fuck every other blonde bimbo on campus.”
“You ruined him,” Brick says with another laugh. “You stole his virginity and opened him up to the wonderful world of sex, drugs and rock and roll.”
“I like to think he was ruined long before I set my paws on him.”
“You mean your mouth, right?”
“I’m not going to deny that I give the best blowjobs on this side of the fucking Atlantic.” I shift my body toward his and dance my fingers along his thigh. “That’s probably what happened. I blew his fucking brains out with my mouth.” My hand finds his inner thigh and I begin to caress him.
He widens his hips in anticipation of what comes next. “You think highly of yourself.” I know him well enough to know that’s a challenge. He wants me to prove myself.
“Oh Baby,” I whisper against his ear. “Don’t act like I never made you scream.” I cup my hand around his dick, squeezing him through dark denim. He shifts backward against the seat, correcting his poor posture in the process. He rakes a finger across his nose and exhales sharply as his cock begins to throb.
“There was a time…”
I curl my fingers underneath him and press hard against his balls.
He gasps. “There was a time when I was living in such a dark place…”
I palm him through his jeans, getting a kick out of the way his mouth draws open with my every touch. “That dark place was you by the way, back then you could have made me scream.“
My hand traces along his hardening shaft. It curses and throbs, begging to be set free of its denim cage. I squeeze the head.
“God dammit,” Brick yelps.
“It sounds like I can still make you scream.”
He reaches down with his right hand, and scrambles to undo his silver-plated belt buckle. It’s a struggle for him and I can’t help but look on in amusement. I’ve got him where I want him—squirming. There’s nothing in the world he wants right now more than my mouth around his cock. There’s nothing I want in the world right now than to deny him that very same thing. Just because I said no to my own urges, doesn’t mean I can’t tease his.
Once his belt is undone, he steadies the wheel so that we’re driving in the straightest line possible. Once the course is set, he hooks the fingers on both his hands into his jeans and boxer-briefs and slides them down his hip.
His cock springs to life, taunting and tempting me in the darkness. My eyes remain fixed on the thickness and the only thing that stops me from going down on him right here are the sudden flashes of blue and red lights.
“Fuck,” he cries out and throws his hands back onto the wheel. We come to a slow crawl as we veer onto the shoulder. He hurries his hands to pull the jeans back up, but before he does, I reach over and give him a few strokes.
Guttural moans are thrown from his throat as the cop slams a door behind us. Brick grabs my wrist, a physical enforcement that I need to stop. I comply wish his wishes as the strong beam of a flashlight bounces across the rearview mirror.
He finally manages to pull his jeans back up around his ass, but his raging boner threatens to poke right on through. “You’re such a tease.”
“You’re the one that made me stop.”
“Hilarious.” He pushes his finger on a button above the door-handle and lowers the window as the officer approaches. “Speeding and swerving aren’t felonies, but I really don’t want to pay the ticket, and I really can’t afford any more points on my record.” He looks my way wearing the cutest pout I’ve ever seen on the face of a devil.
“I’m not going to blow him.” I know where the conversation is heading and I’m going to cut it short. “He’s not my type, anyway.”
“Fine.” He smacks his lips and drapes his arm along the frame of the door. “Maybe I will.”
“Please do.”
The officer places one hand on the hood of the car and leans down, shining the light of Jesus Christ upon us. To my amazement, he’s quite the looker and around the same age as my next target, the enigmatic Jensen Moon—more on him later. But I’m still not going to blow this cop to help Brick, of all fucking people, avoid a ticket. Instead, I’ll watch with ecstatic glee as he squirms in his seat.
My favorite pastime these days.
“Two points to go and I lose my license,” Brick says as he follows me into the house I share with an annoying roommate. “I can’t lose my license.”
“Yeah,” I mumble under my breath. “I couldn’t think of a worse fate.” From behind me, I feel the cool spring breeze blowing through the door. I turn to face Brick. “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to close the damn door?”
He palms the knob and crushes his teeth against his bottom lip. “Is that an official invite to come in?”
“Are you a fucking vampire?” He doesn’t respond with words. Only a sly grin. “Close the door and creep to my bedroom. I don’t want to awake Lydia.”
Brick chuckles to himself and begins to close the door gently before slamming it. “Oops.”
I shake my head at him, half-annoyed, but fully prepared for what comes next. Nothing is as it appears as I hook my pointer finger and command him to follow me. He does as told, tugging a bleach-white tee over his head as I push my bedroom door open.
“It’s been forever since I’ve been in this room.” He shifts past me as I flip on the light switch and close the door behind me. He reaches for the zipper of his jeans and manages to unzip as he glides backward onto my queen-sized—how appropriate—bed. His long hands grip the width of the mattress as he kicks one crimson shoe off after the other.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warn him and place my earrings on a tall circular stand. “This won’t happen again.” Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him stuffing his hand into his jeans, rubbing his own cock and trying to lure me into his trap.
“Come on, Apple,” he moans. “I’m horny as fuck.”
“I’m thinking.” I press one foot against the back heel of the other and slip out of three-inch heels. When I regain my bearing, I make a quick adjustment to my posture. I must remain in control even with my lower stature.