Chapter 4: Not a girl anymore?
1498 Words
Connor
What the hell just happened? I ask myself as I walk out of the door. Did I just almost make out with April? I adjust my fly, seeing that I have a boner, and continue to follow her heart-shaped ass. And what an ass it is. Jesus, not in a million years did I expect to see April when I knocked on Jaxon’s door. And I definitely did not expect to mistakenly get a peek of her naked breasts and ruby n*****s from inside of her loose top.
All I know is that as soon as I did, my c**k hardened, and my mouth watered. f**k, she’s nineteen! I repeat in my head in hopes that it will cool my libido. I mean, she’s legal, but just barely. Damn it!
She doesn’t look back as she walks ahead of me, and I know that I should leave well enough alone, but I can’t. Instead, I take her by the forearm, halting her retreat, and turn her to face me. “Get in the car,” I mutter brusquely. I know that I shouldn’t be ordering her around, but all I can think about is her asking me if I would spank her.
And the answer is, f**k yeah, I’d spank that tight ass!
She doesn’t argue or push me away as I lead her to my car. Instead, she takes a seat, buckles her seatbelt, and gives me a smug smile.
Gritting my teeth, I go to the driver’s side and take a seat, but I don’t start the car.
Instead, I look at the blond goddess beside me and glare. “I’m not playing this game with you, April,” I state firmly.
April grips a tendril of her hair and twirls it around her finger with an innocent pout. When the hell did this girl get so f*****g gorgeous? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says.
I’m fuming. I’ve never been the kind of guy to lose my cool with anyone. But something about April has snagged my attention, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
Without another word, I turn the ignition and take off.
April’s penetrating gaze follows me as I maneuver through the streets. “Where are you taking me?” She asks, but I ignore her. I’m still fighting my inner conflict, and it’s pissing me off.
“Does Micah know that you wave your t**s at guys? I mean, you put on quite a show back there.”
Her lip curls into a sneer. “Glad you enjoyed it?”
My jaw ticks with rage at the thought that she doesn’t refute my claim. “I didn’t say that I did. Have you no f*****g shame? Didn’t Micah teach you that’s it’s not nice to tease grown men? An innocent girl like you can get into trouble with the wrong guy.”
She crosses her arms across her plump breasts and snorts. “I don’t even know where to begin correcting you. First of all, I’m not innocent. Second, I know exactly what I do to men and how to handle unwanted attention. Lastly, stop being such a misogynistic douche. We live in the twenty-first century, so stop blaming women for a man’s lack of control.”
I want to ask her what she means when she says that she’s not innocent, but I stop myself. I don’t think I want to know that other guys have touched her luscious body or that someone other than me tore through her little cherry.
I reprimand myself for even thinking about it. f**k, this is bad! I don’t have time for complications, and April has complications written all over her. Not to mention that I’m not a fifteen-year-old boy who can’t control his hormones. There’s no way that I’m going to let my d**k control my actions. Even if it’s begging me to f**k April six ways to Sunday.
I don’t need to ask where she wants me to take her. I simply drive to Sweet Perfect and stop in front. “Get out!”
April glares as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the car door. “Go f**k yourself, Connor!” She mutters heatedly.
“It’s never going to happen, April!” I call out. “I’m not into little girls!”
Leaning over the passenger door, she gives me a pointed glare. “You can think whatever you like, Connor, but we both know you enjoyed looking at my t**s. But don’t worry, I won’t chase after you like I did when I was a kid. There are plenty of other guys who have and will enjoy them.” With that final word, she slams the door closed, making the car shudder and stomp away.
Anger rides me for the rest of the day. I can’t believe I let her get to me. Her parting words burn through my mind like acid. The mere idea that other guys have seen or touched her perfect breasts enrages me to a homicidal level. I want to kill the men who have touched her. I want to rip them to pieces.
As soon as those thoughts rush through my mind, I realize that I need to dial back the crazy. April is not and will never be mine.
For the second time in days, I rush to the gym and beat the punching bag until my body is soaked with sweat. A moment later, Corbin steps into the room, his suit jacket off and his dress sleeves rolled up. “Hey, I was calling you earlier. Where were you, and why do you look like you want to rip someone’s head off?”
Ripping my tie off, I slip my dress shirt off and crack my knuckles. “I was at Jaxon’s picking up his laptop to install the new safety measures.”
Corbin’s brow furrows with consternation. “I don’t think that’s the reason you’re pounding at that punching bag like it owes you money.”
I look at my bruised knuckles and take a step back. Chest heaving, I reach for a towel and wipe my chest. “Geez, man, I gave you a key to my apartment in case I get locked out. Not so you can walk in whenever you feel like it.”
Corbin chuckles. “Oh please, it’s not like you don’t walk into my place and make yourself at home. Now, stop hedging and tell me why you’re so wound up.”
I concede his point with an arched brow.
“It’s April,” I mutter gruffly.
Corbin gives me a confused expression. “What about April?”
Pacing in place, I take a couple of agitated breaths before I answer. “She’s a pain in the ass, that’s what about.”
“Okay, let’s backtrack here because I’m seriously confused. What. Are. You. Talking. About?” He rubs his temple to emphasize his point.
“Did you know that Micah bailed her out because she stabbed a cop?”
His eyes widen with shock. “What? Are you kidding me right now?”
I snort in reply. “No, I’m not, and that was after she got in a fight with two guys in the subway.”
His look of surprise quickly morphs into boisterous laughter, and his pale eyes gleam with mirth as he clutches his stomach. “Holy s**t, that girl is such a badass.”
I shake my head. “Don’t even get me started. When I got to Jaxon’s place, she couldn’t find the laptop, so she got on all fours and gave me a view of her gorgeous breasts.
At my words, Corbin’s laughter comes to an instant halt.
For a moment, I think he’s going to ignore my comment, but then he swallows hard and says. “You lucky bastard.”
“Yeah, not so lucky because I told her I wasn’t interested.”
“What? Why?” he sputters.
“Because she’s nineteen, Cor,” I answer.
Corbin shakes his head. “Yeah, I still don’t see the problem. I mean, she’s legal and smoking hot. I’d have hit that if you…” he drifts off, letting me fill out the rest.
I open my lips to retort, but before I can, Corbin’s cell phone rings.
Corbin looks at the screen and answers the call.
I listen with half an ear and continue to strike the bag.
“That was Priest; he wants us to meet him at the garage. He has an assignment for us.”
Nodding my head, I dry up and change back into a fresh shirt and tie.
“Did he tell you what he wants us to do?”
Corbin shrugs. “Not really. You know how my brother is. He hates discussing business unless we’re in a secure place.”
Pushing thoughts of April from my mind, I nod and follow him out the door.
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