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Published July 1, 2020
I follow her slowly, as I un-apologetically watch her ass sway back and forth and inwardly groan at the sight. God, what I wouldn’t do to watch that ass bounce in front of me, on top of me and grab it as she rides me all damn night.
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➥ Rochelle (h) is a 'not like other girls', quirky, shy, petite but busty heroine. Yes, nothing knew here, it's the stereotypical childish fmc that no one likes to read about, strongly resembling y/n. She also lacks a single logical braincell as she chooses to find Hunt's harmful and concerning approaches romantic, while also being extremely (extremely) insecure.
➥ Hunt (H) is literally a Ryle; the recipe for an abusive partner. Let's start with the basics: he is best friends with a man who is a horrible person (always sexualising women, having sex with them, and then slut shames them because he thinks they're too easy), he sexualises the fmc at first encounter talking about how different she is and how attractive her shyness, smallness and innocence is, he asks her out for dinner (she declines) and he aggressively insists, then he waits for her to finish her work shift and follows her, then forces her to accept his ride home and instead takes her to other places to have dates. And that just skims the surface. He also has this complex where he's "misunderstood" because everyone thinks he got into college because of his wealthy connects but he "actually" worked really hard, yawn.
“I knew your ass wouldn’t follow through, chicken-shit!”
I roll my eyes and square my shoulders. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but never chicken. I don’t back down from anything, even if I was well over the limit last night at the bar after which I agreed to his asinine bet that, with a sober mind, I would have known better enough to never take.
“The ladies all fall to your feet, regardless. I don’t remember a time when you didn’t have a different girl every day of the week warming your bed.” (He says.)
“Fall to their feet, knees, whatever works,” Rex says as he winks and pulls open the door leading to the salon. (His friend says.)
When she finally breaks his stare and goes back to her work, Rex’s low laugh rings through my ears. “God, you know Hunt!” He says, grabbing a hold of my shoulder and making me look him in the eyes. “Sometimes, it is just too damn easy. I like a woman who makes me work for it.”
She hugs the items to her chest and I stand back up straight before looking down to notice her small frame. Petite, but with curves for days.
“It was my pleasure,” I say as I take a step closer. My senses are on overload and I can’t help the unnerving feeling that my soul knows hers.
My breath hitches in my throat and my hands begin to sweat a little from the way her stare makes me feel. More alive than I have ever felt before, and damn nervous as hell. Something I pride myself on never feeling when it comes to members of the opposite sex.
But damn it, there is something about her that makes me want to protect her. Makes me want to shelter her and make her see what I see when I look at her.
I wonder, would she be just as shy when I had my mouth on her? My hands on her. Caressing her. Teasing her. Making her need my next touch just as much as I just need her to look me again in the damn eyes.
Smiling, I wait until I see her nerves calm a little before I speak. “Don’t worry,” I say as I make my way around the counter and come to stand a few inches from her. “I won’t bite,” I go to wink but think against it with how nervous she looks. Hell, that might just tip her over the edge and have her running to hide in the backroom I first saw her walking out of.
If this is the only time I will see her, I know that won’t stop me from dreaming about her, at night, during the day, fuck in the shower later as I picture her underneath me taking every bit of pleasurable pain I can give her.
She reaches out and touches me, and God I swear we both jump from the electricity running through our connection. Her eyes dart up and she looks into my own in the mirror. Hell, I felt it too, Angel. No fucking denying that.
She stares up at me shocked, as if just the idea of me asking her out is entirely out of this world.
"I can’t,” she whispers, breaking a piece of my heart in the process. But still I persist. There is no way in hell she can get away from me that easily.
“What? Of course you can! We all have to eat. What time do you get off?”
“I’ll pick you up at 8.” I say, remembering the closing time I saw on the shop door coming in.
She turns quickly and looks back at me, stunned and speechless. “I told ya,” I say, taking a step back and heading towards the door. “Everyone needs to eat.” Her mouth falls open and it isn’t lost on me that she has no response for what I just hit her with. “I promise, you won’t regret it, Angel.”
The process took me longer than usual because my brain was wrapped around a God of a man. A man that walked in here a few hours before, made me feel like I never have in my life, and then left demanding he see me again.
The way he makes me feel scares me, and I can’t help but wonder just what the hell he wants with a girl like me.
His breathtaking crystal blue eyes on his chiseled face with drool worthy 5 o’clock shadow is enough to make any woman forget everything and follow him anywhere, if he was willing.
I ever thought possible when he first walked into the shop this afternoon, does nothing to stop my thirst, my longing, my want to be claimed.
His 6’ 5” frame towers over me.
“Where is your car?” He asks, making me feel sick having to answer.
“I walk.” I whisper back in the dark, unable to tear my eyes from his now that he is so close, my heart is beating so fast and he dominates every part of me as he once again steps closer.
“I don’t like that, Angel,” he whispers, catching me off guard with a pet name I wasn’t ever expecting. “Let me take you home.”
Finding confidence I didn’t know I had, I put one hand on my hip and look up at him. “Are you always this persistent?”
“Maybe next time,” I lie, trying to grab at any last thing I can to save myself. But my request lands on deaf ears as he suddenly grabs my hand making my heart soar and pulls me after him.”
“There is only one thing on my mind right now, and it sure would have me repenting for weeks in church. God help me, because I’d do anything to entertain the idea if his lips on my body just a little while longer.”
Mind made up, I grab around his waist and for the first time in my life feel like I belong. To something. Someone. A force bigger than life itself connects us. Fuses us together. His fingers come up to lace through my own now placed across his hard chest.
Just as I am about to think about jumping off before he can pick up speed, his hand laces through my fingers again holding me steady against him and making me feel grounded, like this is where I belong. With him. Only him. And we both know it, feel it, believe it more than anything we’ve ever known before.
I look to my side and take her in as she goes to bite into the ice cream I convinced her to stop for. Totally oblivious to me watching her, I stare as some melts out of the corner of her mouth before her tongue comes out and licks her lips in the sexiest way imaginable.”
With a wink, I reach out and brush some ice cream off her lip with my thumb. I watch as she shivers and swear to God if this energy between us ever dies, it will be only when my heart stops beating.
“I moved here when I was 15. Momma and I.”
“And just for the record, Angel. You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. None of the girls you mentioned could ever come close to your beauty.”
You keep calling me Angel,” she says as she scrunches up her nose. “I have a name you know. Why do you insist on not using it?”
I stop walking and wait until she looks my way. “Because, something about you, me,” I take a step forward and grasp her small hands in mind. “Us. Makes me feel like I found heaven on earth.”


