When You're Mine (MINE #3)(5)
“Do what?”
“Make the jury believe he didn’t do it. You know as well as I do that some, probably most of the people you represent are in fact guilty. How do you do it?”
“I’m good at what I do. I’m quick on my feet and I can break down any situation or person in real time. It’s why I’m the best. And, although toughness of mind is important, it’s impossible to bring home wins if the jury doesn’t like you. What can I say… the jury loves me.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “Madison told me once you were like a boxer in the courtroom, willing to use any combination of punches to win.”
“I do what it takes.”
We fell silent, eating our pizza, and stealing heated looks every other bite. By the time we said goodnight, I knew, beyond a reasonable doubt, I would do whatever it took to win her.
I generally avoid temptation
unless I can resist it.
~ Mae West
Desperation had finally taken its toll. The loneliness had consumed me so much that I would sacrifice a friendship just to feel the touch of a man. I crawled between the sheets, his scent drowning me in my own desire. The way he touched me, like I was all he craved, drove me insane with need. Had his tongue been put into play, it would’ve been hopeless. His warm lips on my skin were powerful. If he ever really sank his teeth into me, it would be... the end. Indescribable heat fled from my face to the fire burning between my legs. My greedy hand followed. I pulled my panties to the side, teasing my clit. Slipping down further, I pushed my wet fingers inside, yanking and twisting my thong as I f*cked myself right there in the middle of his bed. The thin scrap biting into my flesh broke free.
His mouth.
His words.
His * stroking voice.
I reached up to squeeze my breast, twisting and pinching with my frustrated fingers. I wanted it hard and rough, but I would have to settle for quick and weak. Then, I shamelessly did it all over again, desperately seeking relief. Relief only one man could give. I fell into a fitful sleep, hugging his pillow and wishing for the first time Madison Waters was not my best friend.
My eyes flitted open and closed, focusing in on the chair in front of me. One bare foot rested atop a denim covered knee, faded grey Yankee’s T-shirt stretched across his solid chest, and he wore a smile that could melt my panties, if I had any on.
Oh shit, my panties!
“Good morning,”
I hid my knowing grin, peering at him over the sheet. He looked even more appealing in the golden light of day… strong, confident, and ridiculously gorgeous. Men should not be that beautiful. “Morning,” I said.
The smile curling his lips had me shifting my legs beneath the covers. God, I wish I could touch myself right now. I wish he could touch me right now. I wish that mouth was anywhere, but all the way over there. “Sleep well?”
The deep tone of his voice teased my clit and hardened my nipples. “Yes, thanks for taking care of me last night.”
“Anytime,” he said with glorious smile. “What are your plans for tonight?”
“Why?”
“I have tickets to Kings of Leon.”
I was dancing around like an idiot and fist pumping inside my head. I loved KOL. I’d been dying to see them in concert for years. I didn’t want to say yes, but how could I say no?
“Well,” he asked in a deep hopeful voice. “Will you come with me?”
Oh, I want to come with you alright.
All I could think about were the reasons I should go with him, ignoring all of the reasons why I shouldn’t. “Ok, I’ll go. But I have a few rules.”
Barrett’s face tightened with irritation. “Rules?”
“Yes, rules. Rule number one… no touching.”
Barrett crossed his arms, desire swimming in his captive gaze. “Do you know how hard it is not to touch you right now?”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, settling hot and thick between my legs. “That’s my second rule… you can’t say inappropriate shit like that. At best, we’re just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”
Barrett leaned forward, his challenging stare leveling me. “That it?” I nodded. “I’ll do my best to follow your rules, Tabitha.”
It didn’t matter if his words were inappropriate or not, the smooth sound of his voice alone, had me willing to do anything he asked. Of course I knew there was a potential for disaster, but I chose to ignore it. I wanted to test my renewed self-control. Or torture myself. I was still undecided by the time I finally made it back to my apartment.
There was a time when all that mattered was my next great f*ck, but I didn’t want to be that girl anymore. After years of failed attempts to f*ck away the pain, I’d finally come to the startling realization that my actions were preventing me from ever having a future. I’d already given my past enough wasted time, I refused to give it a second more. I wanted to be stronger. I wanted to find a way to feel good about myself without sleeping with random men. So three months ago I swore off sex for good. At least until I figured out what I want out of life. I thought I knew the answer to that question, until temptation dared me to question it.
I spent the next few hours cleaning, anything to expel this pent up energy. By the time six o’clock rolled around, I’d washed, folded, and put away several loads of laundry and given myself two screaming orgasms with my brand new toy. That sucker was worth every damn penny. I still felt the quiet ache whispering between my thighs, but it was well under control now.