Lord Have Mercy (The Southern Gentleman #2)(20)

I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask. It was a compulsion that I couldn’t seem to stop myself from saying.

“What exactly is that scrap of fabric supposed to be?” I gestured to my own pecs. “It doesn’t look like it offers you much protection.”

She pointed to the shirt on the ground. “That’s what that one right there is for.”

I looked at the shirt in confusion. “What?”

“It’s a tight, compressing shirt. It helps hold and suck everything in. My boobs hurt today because of…well, anyway. My boobs couldn’t take another day of a compressing bra. I had to wear something that wasn’t going to kill me,” she explained.

“Why do your boobs hurt?” I asked curiously.

Why was I talking to her while she was half naked, standing in front of a shower that was pouring steam out, and not letting her get on with said shower?

She pulled her bra down slightly, showing off the top swells of her breasts, and I saw the angry line of bruising that trailed all the way across her chest.

“The barbell,” I muttered.

“Yep,” she said. “And the tighter bras are like torture.”

That explained why she didn’t take her shirt off today.

Honestly, I’d been quite bummed that she hadn’t. That was quite a lot of excitement for me, and I was looking more and more forward to it each and every time she came.

I cleared my throat. “After your shower, I have some ointment that can go on it that’ll help with the bruising.”

She blew out a breath, and I tried not to let my gaze trail down the length of her body. Tried not to look at the swell of her ass and wonder what it would feel like pressed up against the saddle of my hips.

Holy shit but the woman had a smoking body.

It wasn’t perfectly toned like I was used to—or preferred when it came to women—but the curves more than made up for it. God, taking her from behind? I’d have something goddamn perfect to hold onto with the rounded globes of her ass cheeks.

“That’d be nice, thank you,” she said softly. “It was killing me all day at school today. Swear to God. I had to break up a fight, and I thought I was going to die when one of those asshole kids elbowed me in Batman.”

“Batman?” I asked in confusion.

“Batman,” she cupped one breast. “And Robin.” She cupped the other.

I snorted and turned, unable to take any more. “Hurry up, Ms. Presley. We have places to be.”

She snickered. “Yes, sir.”

Why did her saying that go directly to my dick?





Chapter 6


You satisfy me in ways that usually require batteries.

-Camryn’s secret thoughts

Camryn

Freshly showered, dressed in clothes I should’ve taken to the Goodwill but didn’t, I walked into the football game with my nipples tingling.

Why were my nipples tingling?

Because twenty minutes before, Flint had rubbed his hands all over the tops of my breasts, and need had poured through me at lightning speed.

I wasn’t sure he realized what exactly he was doing to me, but I sure as hell didn’t complain.

“Hi, Ms. Presley!” I heard called.

I looked up to find a cheerleader, Meg, who was in my class last year, waving at me spastically. “Hello, Megumi.”

She grinned and kept bouncing her way down the track, talking to people along the way.

I slid and slinked my way through the crowd, very aware that Flint was only a few steps away from me the entire time that I moved.

He’d been following me since I’d left his gym.

I felt like I was being stalked.

He’d followed me out of the gym, and I thought that I’d lost him, but at some point, he’d not only picked up his dog—while I’d been at Subway grabbing a wrap—but he’d found me in the parking lot as well. I’d gotten out of my car and walked to the gate along with a few other parents and students, and at some point, he’d gotten behind me and hadn’t left me since.

I was tempted to turn around and glare at him, but I didn’t want him to think that I cared.

But then Carver stepped in front of me, his hands raised as if to stop my forward momentum, and grinned.

I frowned.

Carver was cute and all, but the more I got to know him, the less that I liked him.

I’d seen him talking to Nivea the day before, and I couldn’t seem to figure out how the hell Carver didn’t see through Nivea’s lies.

And now he was standing there as if he hadn’t heard Nivea talking trash about me. I hadn’t missed how he hadn’t defended me, either.

Not that it truly bothered me. He was cute and all, but that attraction that I found I had to him was nothing compared to the attraction that I felt with Flint.

I stepped back and immediately hit something hard.

Flint.

Carver’s smile fell off his face, and he stared at me, and then Flint. His eyes went wide.

“Hello, Carver,” Flint said, his hand going around my belly.

I felt my entire body clench—both with need and with shock.

His hand was hot and hard on my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to put my hand over his and guide our hands down to between my legs where a very insistent throbbing had started.