Free Written By Fate by K Larsen

and feel reckless at his speech
as he continues. “I’d like to bring you to the edge with my fingers.” His hand
darts out, capturing mine, tugs me between his legs, and I struggle to keep
breathing. “Then with my tongue and....” His hands languidly move up my spine
to the nape of my neck and curl around it possessively. We’re face to face with
him sitting on the table and me standing at his center. “Then...with my cock,”
he breathes into my ear and I think my entire body just caught fire. “I want to
feel your nails when they dig into my back. I want to hear you scream my name.
I want to make you come, Clara.” His lips brush against my neck and a moan
slips from my throat.
    His tongue slides to my shoulder then follows the ridge of
my collarbone to the other side, teasing me, and slides up behind my ear. He
sucks and nibbles on my earlobe and I can feel myself losing all self-control.
His hands splay my waist, gripping me firmly and keeping me in place. My hands
betray me and tangle into his glossy thick black hair forcing his mouth lower
on my skin. I cock my head to the side giving him better access to my neck as
he lavishes the sensitive skin with affection. My breath comes in ragged gasps
as I let him work over my neck, throat, and décolletage. As strangely and
quickly as it started, it stops. I tug his head back to me, ready to kiss him,
but he’s strong and stops inches from my mouth. “Don’t stop,” I hiss.
    “I want you, Clara.” Well, no shit. Now I’m confused.
    “And I’m giving myself to you,” I answer, stumped.
    “I want more than just your body and I’m willing to wait
until you’ll give it,” he says slowly and deliberately.
    “What?” I step back, shocked by what I think he’s saying.
    “I’m not a cheap lay, Clara. I don't want one night, I want
all of them.” He reaches for me but I evade his hands.
    “Sorry, I’m only up for a one night kinda deal,” I say,
hands up defensively and retreating further away. “We’re done here.” I can’t
believe I was just rejected. I’m completely shocked and if I’m honest, my ego
is bruised. “Call next week to make your next appointment,” I say harshly.
    “Why won't you date me?” he inquires curiously. My eyes dart
to the ground as I silently form my response.
    “It doesn't really matter...I just won't, and you need to
accept that before I get really skeeved out and scream bloody murder,” I state
firmly. He stands and dresses slowly, never taking his eyes off me. I walk to
the front of the shop, unlock the door, and hold it open for him. “See ya,” I
clip.
    “I’m not known for giving up...”
    “And I’m not known for backing down, now get out,” I
interrupt.
    “Just to be clear, you were willing to fuck me without
hesitation but you’re not willing to go on a date with me?” He asks, his tone
dangerously close to judgmental. One statement and he’s reduced me to some
cheap whore and I hate him for it. I’m a little wild but not like that. Not
usually. He makes me want to surrender my body to him. We’ve never even kissed.
I don't know him.
    “What can I say, I’m attracted to you. I was willing to go
with the attraction and ignore your personality for the night,” I drop
sarcastically, then shove him out the door and make a show of locking it behind
him. As soon as he disappears out of sight I collapse on the floor as a few
tears leak from my eyes. How dare he make me feel like a slut. I’ve been with
five people and I’m thirty-two for Christ's sake, that’s hardly skank
territory. In fact, I’m sure it’s safe to assume that Mr. Pompous Ass has been
with at least double that. Sniffling, I wipe my cheeks clean of the tears that
have spilled down them, reset the thermostat, kill the lights, and head out.
This day has been nothing but crap and I’m done.

 
     
    She-Bitch
    The house is annoyingly quiet. Sawyer left a note saying he
was staying at Kylie's tonight and with Allie gone that