Wrecked By The Bully

Book 1: 005

Only I know about this secret spot.

Myspot. But tonight, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before: I’m going to bring someone else here and let them see it too.

My thirst for Tammy is threatening to choke the breath from me. I bring the bike to a slow halt and lean it over, kill the engine, and turn to face her. And that’s when I see it. The same hunger I saw last night. The same hunger now raging in my chest. I take her small, soft hand in mine and pull her close. The spark between us is undeniable.

I step off the bike, my head swimming and my legs unsteady from the rush of the moment. I’ve never felt this way before. I should feel guarded. Reserved. But with Tammy, I don’t care. Iwantto feel this way with her.

I press her down onto her back so she’s reclined fully on the seat of my bike, and she offers no resistance. The hem of hershirt pulls up just enough so I can see the skin of her sculpted midsection, a work of art like a piece of marble cut by a master sculptor.

The top button of her jeans is just begging to be undone, and my hunger for her has reached a critical threshold. My need for her is wild and urgent, like she’s going to disappear if I don’t have hernow.My hands are all over her face, her waist. I lift her shirt and expose her breasts—perfect perky teardrops with hard little pink n*****s.

Her body quivers beneath my touch.

I need more. I need to see how much she’ll give me.

I reach in with both hands, my c**k pulsing with unrelenting need, but that’s when she finally stops me, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths.

I see the doubt there, lurking dangerously in her eyes. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice more hesitant than before. “You’ve done this a million times.” It’s a statement, but her expression says she’s begging for me to contradict her. “I know what kind of guy you are, Saxon. You’re not fooling me. I’m not just one of those girls you can f**k and ghost.”

My body freezes. My chest goes tight. So she’s not as naïve as I thought. I should have known. But there’s just something about Tammy that disarms me. I shouldn’t give two shits about what she thinks about me, but for some reason, I want her to think I’m different.

Icanbe different.

For her.

“I never claimed to be anything, Tammy,” I tell her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m an arrogant, womanizing scumbag. But you’re still wrong about something.” I reach a hand out, cupping her delicate cheek. Her beauty is angelic, unmatched. Like a doll, so flawlessly crafted she almost seems unreal. “This place, right here–I’ve never broughtanyonehere. Not a single damn soul,let alone a girl. But I brought you, Tammy. I may not be the best with words, but I know this: you mean something to me.”

Her beautiful eyes go wide, and for a second, I think I see fear, and a shot of panic hits me as I expect her to pull away. But she doesn’t. She stays where she is, reclined back on my bike, shirt pulled up, showing off her stunningly perfect t**s. They rise and fall with each breath. I can see a war waging behind her gaze–distrust, desire, fear–all blending together like the perfect storm.

“I broughtyouhere because I wantyou, Tammy,” I continue, my voice heavy with the weight of my truth. “I don’t want this to be another random hookup. Even if I am an arrogant asshole, broken in too many ways to count, I’m not lying when I say I feel something for you. Something special. Something intense.”

Again, I wait for her to stand and race away into the woods, but again, she stays where she is. This time, she reaches up with her delicate hands, takes mine, and moves them to the top button of her pants.

“I don’t know what you think I can give you, Saxon,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the breeze. “I don’t even know if I have the strength to give it to you.”

Something moves inside me. What’s she getting at? It’s like she’s submitting to me, only at the same time, warning me away.

Fuck it. I can’t be stopped.

Not right now.

I pop her top button and slide down her fly as I slip my hand into her pants. The warmth from her center encompasses the rough skin on my palm as I explore her most precious of places. “Don’t worry about being strong for me, Tammy. Just be here for me. And I promise, you’ll never question my desire for you again.”

I don’t even give her a chance to respond before kissing her. Our lips touch, and it’s like the entire world fades into oblivion,leaving only the two of us wrapped in an embrace that feels like it’s been a long,longtime coming.

I can feel her wetness through her panties, which I pull aside to reveal her smooth little slit. Her body melts into mine as she arches her back off my bike and presses her t**s against my chest, a helpless moan escaping from her beautiful lips.

And that’s when I know.

This connection I’ve been feeling. The pull–like we’ve been linked together by an invisible thread. It’s real. And we both know it.

And for the first time since my family was destroyed and I was left alone in the darkness of the world, I know I’ve found someone worth holding on to. Someone I’d give my life for.