I thought I’d found a kindred spirit in Ryan. I thought he hated the rumors and jokes as much as I did.
All my life I’ve been bullied and called girly and delicate. When I moved off to college I thought I’d put all that behind and I thought that I’d found someone who didn’t care about those things.
I couldn’t be more wrong.
When Ryan asked me to go back to his small town on break I didn’t know that he’d told everyone I was his girlfriend. I didn’t know that he was expecting me to pose on his arm. I didn’t know that his intention was to show me off.
I was angry and I was upset and I was betrayed. I wanted to get even with the one person I thought I could trust. So what better way than to give in to his old bully and rip that last shred of dignity from him.
It’s Ryan’s fault.
But I can’t deny that there is something here beyond revenge. I can’t deny the urges in my body. I can’t deny the need pounding a beat in my heart.
I can’t deny I want this.
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“So where do you guys go to school?” I asked sweetly and innocently, knowing full well the truth that Ryan had already told me about.
Jack scoffed, “We stuck around town and took on real jobs. Jobs that require good hard work. Jobs that require a real man.”
It was a stupid idea and one that Ryan and I had made fun of. There was a prevailing opinion that you weren’t a real man unless you used your hands and lifted heavy things. It was fucking dumb but it was common in his small town and my small town, and both of us had been ridiculed for having the audacity to go off to college instead of buckle down and work a job that would give us some callouses.
The thing was that while I might think it was dumb, that didn’t necessarily mean that Laura thought it was.
“I can see that,” I cooed, poking at his bicep and feeling the firmness under the skin there, “You certainly are a real man.”
“Yeah babe,” he replied, that stupid cocky grin on his face, “I mean I’m sure RyRy is fun and all, but I gotta be honest and say that I think you’re wasted on a boy like him.”
“Oh RyRy is just fine,” I said with a high laugh.
“Fine isn’t good enough for a woman like you,” he said, “You need a man who can show you what it means to be a woman.”
I giggled and looked at him, but he wasn’t laughing. There was an intensity in his eyes and it shocked something into the core of me.
I looked from him across the way, looked over at Ryan and Greg and James. The two big men had that same flash of hunger in their eyes but Ryan was looking with something else. Something caught between fear and familiarity. Between longing and shame.
When I looked back to Jack it was because I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. I looked over to him and looked down at his crotch and I took in the sight of his long and thick cock.
“Oh my,” I said, probably the first and only honest response I’d had all night.
Because it was a sight to behold. Jack was thick and hard in every single bit of his body. His cock put mine to shame in every single way.
It was long and thick with bulging veins and a throbbing head. Two heavy balls hung below the shaft and my eyes traveled up and down the length of it, drinking it in.
Fuck I was drawn to it. I couldn’t deny that. I couldn’t look away from it and the blush rising in my cheeks had only to do with the shame that I knew that there was no turning away from what happened next.
“Get on your knees,” he told me, an order that I was compelled to obey. I didn’t even glance across at my so-called boyfriend before I fell to my knees and saw Jack rise to his feet in front of me.