Free Rewriting the Rules by S. Moose Page A

I’m the only woman he sees. Gah . . . he makes my heart race with one look. The immediate wetness between my legs says hello.
    “Hello, sweet girl.”
    “Hi,” I find my voice and try my hardest to stay focused and not sound like a teeny-bopper fangirling over her middle school crush. Keep it cool, Charlotte.
    “How was work today?”
    “Fine.”
    “Just fine?”
    “Yes.” What game is he playing? “What do you need, Troy?”
    He smirks, and my panties run away. Fuck, I hate this possession he has over me. “That little statement,” he leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “About not having an orgasm in a while isn’t sitting well with me.”
    “Oh,” I push back a little, already missing how close his lips were to me. “Well, you shouldn’t worry about my orgasms, sweetie, because this morning I took care of that.”
    “Maybe you think that.” He lowers his lips to mine. Oh my God, he smells delicious. I want to throw him on the kitchen island, straddle him and ride his cock until my body is sent to euphoria. “You haven’t experienced me yet. Once you do, I promise you’ll get addicted and will only be able to come when it’s with me.”
    “Time and place,” I smirk. I know he’s trying to push me and get under my skin.
    He shrugs and pulls away before answering. Something strange inside me snaps and I’m overly annoyed about his stupid game. Rushing out of the kitchen, I head upstairs to change into my bikini and sunglasses. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail I head back downstairs, through the kitchen, making sure to not make eye contact with asshole, and relax outside.
    “You’ll burn that creamy skin of yours.” I look up through my sunglasses to Troy towering over me. There’s no smile on his face. Before I can say anything, he walks inside.
    This isn’t the Troy I fell in love with. He rarely smiles and everything seemed more scheduled and calculated than spur of the moment. The light in his eyes is dark with mystery and hurt. In those depths I can tell there’s way more than what he’s saying. When he looks at me, there are layers hiding what he’s feeling and thinking. I want to peel back each layer and show him there’s more to life than being the way he is now.
    “Charlotte.” I look and see him again. In his hands is a bottle of sunscreen and I roll my eyes. “Put this on.”
    “No. I want to tan.”
    “You’ll burn.”
    “Yeah, okay. Unlikely.”
    “Put it on.” Taking off my sunglasses I realize he’s not requesting me to put on sunscreen.
    He’s demanding I do it.
    Simply ignoring him again, I put on my sunglasses and take a sip of my vodka cranberry drink.
    “I don’t like you out here without any protection. Let me help you protect that perfect skin of yours,” he whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my body, and I’m pretty sure my eyes were closed the whole time his lips were near my ear. Inhaling sharply, I steadily take the sunscreen bottle and pour some in my hands.
    “I need help with my back.”
    Turning over so my back is facing him, I hear him shuffle, and soon his hands are gently touching me. His touch feels amazing. I relax with each rub of his hands over my shoulders, down my back, and right above my ass.
    “My house is quiet without you there.” Leaving his hand on that part of my back I lean into his touch and he doesn’t pull away. “I miss coming home and watching you sing and dance in my living room.”
    “I was only there for a night,” my voice is hardly a whisper. I’m not sure where this conversation’s going.
    “I know.” His hands rub my shoulders a little harder and it feels so good. Little moans escape my lips and suddenly he stops. “As much as I love having you back here, being with your brother is safe.” I don’t respond. “You know why, don’t you?” I don’t move. His hands on me and the images going on in my head are killing my focus. I swear this fantasy is like a never ending porno video