McQUEEN: Las Vegas Bad Boys by Frankie Love

Author:Frankie Love [Love, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-26T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

McQUEEN

I’m at Kit’s, finishing a workout, when I see her.

Fuck, she’s gotten hotter in the week since she gave me the lap dance of my life. Now she’s in tight-ass shorts and a sports bra, her gorgeous tits squeezed together. I just want to run my hands all over her skin, pull that spandex down, and smack her round little ass.

Instead, I turn away, plant my fist on the punching bag again and again, trying to get the sting of rejection out with repetition.

It doesn’t work, because the next thing I know, she’s beside me. I see her feet planted firmly on the floor. My eyes inch up her toned legs, past her thighs that straddled me. I let my eyes roll over her covered pussy and barely-covered tits, and then I land on her eyes.

And I swear, even with all the gorgeous parts of her body, they have nothing on her searing beauty. On her fucking perfect sweetheart face. And she’s not smirking, not strutting. Not playing me like the fool I am. This girl is one hundred percent genuine. It’s like she knows she hurt my fucking feelings and knows how to fix my bruises. She’s looking at me like she wants to heal them.

Fuck me now, woman. That’s what I want to say. Get on your knees, honey. That’s what I’m thinking. Bend over, sweetie; let me show you what you walked away from. That’s what I want to whisper in her ear.

But I don’t. Maybe because I’m a man-whore or maybe because I was born and raised to be an all-American asshole. I don’t know. I don’t feel like being a goddamn gentleman. I feel like being rough, the same way she was with me. I feel like being petty, I feel like being cold. I feel like showing her she doesn’t mean anything at all.

Even though she does. Dammit, she means everything.

“Ryan,” she says. Her eyes are waiting for an answer, an answer I can’t fucking give her. What does she want now? Showing up here after walking away and thinking it’s gonna be okay? I don’t work like that, like a machine that can be turned on and off. I’m no robot; I’m a fucking man.

“Can you stop,” she says, reaching to stop the bag I’m pounding because I can’t pound her.

“Goddammit, JoJo, what do you want?” I ask, pulling the gloves off my hands and throwing them to the ground. I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Using it to shield my emotions from getting anywhere close enough for this girl to see.

She steps back, her eyes wide. I’ve never shouted at her. But things changed when she walked away from me.

“Sorry. I just….” She shrugs. And once again I’m reminded that this girl with a body of steel, with a rock solid frame, is fucking fragile inside, broken inside. Confused as hell inside. And I may be a lot of shitty things, but I can’t wreck her more.

“What is it?” I cross my arms, not trusting them anywhere else.

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