Free Made in America by Jamie Deschain Page B

look at you. Your skin, your hair, your suits, your voice, your body. All of you is just…impeccable.”
    I flop back in my chair, not even feeling the slightest bit embarrassed for admitting what I just did. Instead, I feel exhausted from what seems to be endless mind games going on between us, but if I’m being honest, I have no one to blame but myself since I was the one who said I wasn’t going to shag him.
    “I think you’re fucking hot,” he says matter-of-factly. “I think your body is extremely fuckable, and I’d love to know what those lips of yours feel like wrapped around my cock.”
    I gasp, shifting my legs around as I begin to feel the onset of a wet patch spreading between my legs. Grant notices, too, and his words are followed up with tiny smirk.
    “See?” he nods.
    “See what?”
    “See what I do to you?”
    “Well, duh. I just said I thought you were attractive.”
    “And I think you’re attractive, Raven. So why is it two people who find each other attractive can’t just fuck for the sake of fucking? I mean, you said you won’t fuck me, but why? If you’re turned on by me, then what’s the problem?”
    “Because I’m not that kind of girl,” I spew. “I’m not the kind of girl you can just woo with your dashing smile and filthy mouth who will drop to her knees for you. It’s not just about looks for me. I need more than your pretty face and your forked tongue. I need what’s inside here,” I point to my heart.
    Grant looks on and I can see my words having an effect on him by the way he screws up his face in understanding, though I doubt he’s ever been connected to anyone other than by way of his cock.
    He gives another intrigued nod and grins. “You’re a complicated woman, Raven Young.”
    I let out a huff of air and start to gather up the remnants of our lunch. “And you’re a goddamn Rubik’s Cube, Grant Huffman.”
     

- 10 -
     
    Raven
     
     
    My phone buzzes incessantly on the toilet next to the bathtub. Groaning, I dry my hands on the bathmat and grab it, slinking back into a warm bubble bath.
     
    GRANT: What are you wearing?
     
    RAVEN: You just don’t quit, do you?
     
    I smile, swishing the soapy water around my thighs. It’s only three in the afternoon on Saturday, but after the crazy first week I’ve had, this is the first opportunity I’ve gotten to relax before Tito and Frankie’s engagement party tonight. I spent all morning trying to come up with a toast that would seem appropriate to express the affection they share for one another, and after that I had to run out and pick up a new pair of jeans since the ones I was going to wear were ruined under suspicious circumstances.
    I was crouching down to get something under the kitchen sink, and…well, they split. Wide open. I say suspicious circumstances because at the time I was daydreaming about Grant and that sexy smirk of his, and then riiiip, right at the crotch.
    It’s like the universe is trying to get him into my pants.
     
    GRANT: I meant tonight. To the party.
     
    RAVEN: That’s a shame, because right now I’m not wearing a lick of clothing.
     
    I know I shouldn’t tease him the way I do. It’s not fair to him, or to me, but I can’t help it. He just leaves himself wide open for torture, and to be honest I think he kind of likes it.
    The problem is, so do I.
     
    GRANT: Prove it.
     
    Strategically placing the bubbles over my nipples, I allow the swell of my breasts to rise above the water in the tub. Snapping a picture, I send it to Grant and await his response.
     
    GRANT: Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap.
     
    A surge of laughter escapes me as I read his text. The onomatopoeic representation for jerking off. I have to admit, the idea of him having a tug while looking at my pictures is kind of exciting, and the fact that he’s willing to admit he does it a turn on. Most guys I know keep their extracurricular activities a secret, but the truth is it’s only natural. To know my body is enough