Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(18)

The second I felt her tighten around me, I came so f*cking hard that I saw stars. I fell on top of her, sweat dripping from both our bodies, her legs sliding off my shoulders. We both lay there breathless, our hearts beating rapidly, lost in our own thoughts I was sure. I pulled out my cock and got off the bed, walking into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

When I came back in the room, the smell of smoke assaulted my senses. She was sitting up against the headboard, a thin white sheet covering her body. She looked like an angel, even though I knew she was anything but. Her thumb and index finger held what appeared to be a rolled up cigarette firmly placed between her lips. She sucked in, long and hard, holding in the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling slow and steady.

There was something seductive about the way she did it. I stood there and watched her take another drag, observing the picture that was being painted in front of me with a hypnotic allure that drew me toward her, instead of leaving the room like I probably should have.

“Want a hit?” she purred, extending her hand out in my direction.

I’d never done drugs before, but that didn’t stop me from contemplating doing it. I sat next to her on the bed, not bothering to get dressed.

“Sex and weed are always a great combination,” she added, taking one more hit before handing me the joint.

I took one last look at the random chick in front of me and then closed my eyes.

All I saw was her face.

Bringing the joint up to my lips, wanting to forget that I just had sex for the first time with a girl…

I didn’t crave.





<>Briggs<>


I stared down at the blood on my panties for I don’t know how long. Thinking maybe if I looked at it long enough it would magically disappear or something.

It didn’t.

I was twelve and I had just gotten my period for the first time. I didn’t have a clue what to do about it. It wasn't like I had a mother or any other female around to guide me.

I lived with men.

Normally, I probably would have asked Esteban to help me, but ever since that day in the car, he barely spoke to me anymore.

I was a job to him, and he started treating me like one.

I jumped suddenly from a loud, hard knock on the door.

“Briggs? What the hell are you doing in there? You’ve been in there for almost an hour,” Uncle Alejandro barked through the door, surprising me that he even noticed.

I didn't answer him. What was I supposed to say? I glanced around the bathroom hoping the floor would swallow me whole. I wasn't that lucky. I immediately pulled up my panties and slid down my skirt. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, but my eyes remained down on the ceramic tiled floor.

“What the f*ck?”

“I’m bleeding,” I murmured.

“Peladita, what part of look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you is so hard for you to f*cking understand?”

I instantly looked up at him with annoyance written all over my face. Head cocked, nostrils flaring, lips pursed, with my hands in fists at my side.

“Is that all you care about? Fine! I'm looking you in the eyes and telling you I'm bleeding! Better?"

Maybe my period made me stupid?

“You watch your f*cking tone with me, little girl,” he sneered, looking me up and down. “What did you do? Cut yourself?”

I scoffed. “No I didn’t cut myself! I’m twelve years old and a female! You’re a smart guy, put two-and-two together!”

He opened his mouth probably to yell at me, but quickly shut it when he realized what I was implying. He did it a few more times, looking at me speechless, which only added to my frustration.

“Are you just going to stand there and be all… you?” I asked, pointing at him. “Because the longer we stand here, the more the blood keeps coming—”

He put his hand out in front of him, shushing me. “Enough.”

“Well… then help me. I don’t know what to do,” I pleaded with desperation in my tone.

“Why are you telling me this? Why don’t you tell your nanny? She’s a woman.”

I sighed. “She doesn’t like me.”

“And you think I do?”

His words didn’t faze me. The feeling was mutual.

“In this case, you’re the lesser evil.”

Without another word he pulled out his phone, turned around and started to walk away, completely ignoring my rant. I followed close behind, assuming I was supposed to. He made his way into his office, still not acknowledging me. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he snapped.

“Si, se?or,” Esteban announced, walking into the office before I could give any thought to what he’d said to me.

Oh, God. Please, please, please, don’t let him do what I think he’s about to…

“La pelada se desarrolló,” Uncle crudely revealed, “The girl just got her period for the first time.” His phone rang. “She’s your job. You deal with it.” He nodded at Esteban, answered his phone, and left.

I sat there in shock, completely silent. Embarrassment couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I wanted the floor to cave in and swallow me whole. I stared at the doorway for I don’t know how long after he left. My face burned from humiliation and anger that he would do this to me. I finally glanced over at Esteban who was frozen in place, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck for comfort.