Love and Sorrow (Small Town Secrets Book 5), стр. 52
My jaw slackened as I stared at him while he slid his finger over the face of my phone to hang up. Just what I needed—another reason for Chelsea to hate and harass me. “Thanks a lot, Justin.”
“Not you, too.” The phone rang again.
“That’s what I mean. Now she’s going to freaking call my phone all night.” I stood up, snatching the phone from Justin and turning the volume as low as it would go. I’d have to figure out how to block this crazy bitch but, for now, I’d settle for silence.
“Chill out, okay. I don’t need any shit from you.”
“It’s only fair, friend.”
After I set the phone down on the table, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me close. “I wasn’t kidding, you know.”
I managed to maintain eye contact, licking my lips. “It’s not going to happen.” And I meant it.
Cocking an eyebrow, Justin continued looking me straight in the eyes. “You know I usually get what I want.”
“Not tonight. You need to go home.” I didn’t have the strength to push him away and wasn’t even going to try. Instead, I turned my head away, but he started kissing my neck.
Damn it—he always knew what to do. But I was still so fucking angry. I refused to let him make love to me tonight. “Knock it off, Justin.” Finally, I brought my arms up to his chest and pushed against him half-heartedly—but he continued kissing the tender flesh on my neck. “I said stop it.”
“I know what you need. And no matter how pissed off I made you,” he said, his left hand moving to the front of my jeans as I realized my body had already betrayed me. Not only was I no longer pushing against him, my hands were now on his shoulders, ready to run through his hair. Had he noticed my resolve melting before I had? “I know you need a good lay. The last time was with that guy.” He slid the zipper on my jeans down. “I can’t even tell you the last time we were together. You know you can’t say no to me, Randi. You’ve never been able to tell me no.” And as his hand made its way underneath my panties, all it took was the gentle touch of his index finger and his tongue in my mouth to make me realize that what he was saying was true. I’d never been able to say no to Justin and mean it. Suddenly, my hands were in his hair and I pressed my open mouth against his neck as an orgasm overtook my brain. I didn’t want to bite him, but I had to stifle my moans lest I disturb my children.
As I gasped for breath, he pulled both my pants and panties down past my knees before unzipping his own jeans and entering me. My orgasm continued, and as my whole body at last grew weak and limp, I realized he was so right.
I would never be able to tell him no.
Chapter Eighteen
“All right, now you can go.” I was sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the refrigerator. I was dying for another cigarette but was too fatigued to get up.
Of course, Justin laughed. “Whatever, Rascal.” He was lying on the floor next to me, resting his right hand on his chest. By this point, he’d zipped up his pants but was still breathing hard, his eyes were closed.
“I mean it.”
“Christ, you know how to hold a grudge.”
“I wouldn’t if you weren’t such a jerk.”
He sat up just enough to pull my arms to bring my upper body on top of his. Although I struggled against him, I was too tired to put up a good fight. Then he grabbed me underneath the arms to pull me the rest of the way so our faces were close to one another. “Ya really think I’m a jerk?”
“Tonight you were.”
“Let it go, Randi.”
I sighed, more upset now with myself than with him, because he knew me well enough to know I couldn’t stay angry with him. Relenting, I pressed my nose to his. “Fine.” Then I rested my head on his chest, letting my eyes drift closed. “So what’s this bullshit about meeting me before we met in class?”
“Not bullshit. You just don’t remember.”
“Enlighten me.”
His chest rose and fell under my cheek before he began talking again. “I had two weeks off in between summer school and the fall semester—right before you started taking classes. I’d never been to Play It Again before and I came to the store—and you were so damn sassy, I demanded you point me in the direction of the porn section just to shock you.”
I started laughing. “You and a bazillion other guys. Nothing shocking about it.”
“But you made an impression on me, Rascal.” I lifted my head to look at him, and he had a dreamy smile on his face. “The first night of math class, I was standing in the hall talking to a guy I knew when I saw you out of the corner of my eye walking down the hall. The sunlight was behind you, shining through the doors, and it made a halo around your head. The way your hair bounced while you walked was almost like in slow motion. It made my night to see you walking into the room I was going in, and I made sure I sat right next to you. Over the next few weeks, we got to know each other—and by the second week, you remembered my name.” He opened his eyes to look at me.
Did I dare ask? “So you intentionally sat by me?”
A slight smile crossed his face. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m a fucking train wreck.”
“You’re not. Besides, woman, it didn’t take me long to find out you could keep up with me in the wise-cracking department. You were sarcastic and ballsy, besides being a smart ass with a