Page 61 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

SWAYZE

“ G o on a date with me?”

Her sparkling violet eyes flare wide, her kiss-swollen lips falling open in shock.

What the hell am I doing?I never meant to ask her like this.

Mia Georgiou.

Childhood friend.

Roommate.

And my secret teenage crush.

I brace my arms on the stall wall next to her face, my body shaking while I try like hell to resist the urge to sink my cock back inside her until she answers.

Trust me, it’s not easy when her gorgeous tits heave before my eyes, threatening to spill out any second. My breath hitches imagining the sight, my pulse rioting so much, it sounds like a marching band is free roaming in my brain.

Jesus, I’m an idiot. I’ve finally gotten the chance to be with the girl of my dreams, so why am I trying to blow it up before we get off— literally ?

“Swayze, what the fuck? Keep going. Before someone walks in. I’m so fucking close.

” She digs her nails into my ass, driving my dick into her.

I bury my head in her neck, groaning when I feel her tighten around me, her sweet floral scent invading my senses.

She’s so fucking tight, she’s strangling my cock.

“Fuck. You’re such a dirty girl. You take my cock so damn good.

” I can’t help myself, the words are out, and without thinking my hand collars her slender neck, squeezing gently while I crowd her against the wall.

“I love having you trapped. Next time, I’m making sure I have my handcuffs with me, so I can have you at my mercy, fucking you over and over until you can’t think straight. ”

Her eyes widen, simmering with heat.

Goddamn, she likes the idea. Now I’ll never get the image of her splayed out on my bed with my handcuffs wrapped around her wrists out of my mind.

The thought brings me too damn close to blowing my load inside her. There’s no way I’ll do that without her coming apart on my dick first. I’ve waited too long for this chance.

My hips piston into her faster, harder, driving her body up the wall with the force. Wedging an arm between us I toy with her clit, stroking and rubbing it firmly, watching her eyes flare and close on a long drawn out moan.

That sound. She’s close.

Drowning in her scent, I run my stubbled jaw along her neck, and up toward her mouth, gripping her clit tight with a tug.

The move sends her over the edge, and her head falls back as she comes apart with a scream.

I slam my lips over hers, swallowing her screams, because as hot as this is, we probably don’t want someone coming in here to investigate the sound.

Every time her pussy pulses around my cock, it drives me closer and closer to the edge, my movements more jerky and aggressive.

It’s been twenty something years of pent up desire.

I can’t fucking hold it anymore. I explode, wishing like hell we didn’t have a latex barrier between us.

I’ve never gone bare with anyone, but I want my seed to spill inside her, to mark her as mine.

Mia was made for me.

“What are you doing to me, Mia?” I pull away from her lips with a groan, flexing the fingers still wrapped around her pretty neck, her wild pulse thundering as fast as my own.

Nuzzling my nose in her hair, I close my eyes, breathing her in. I can’t bring myself to let her go yet. She’s beyond perfect, and I need to commit this moment to memory, her pussy still occasionally pulsing around me.

She giggles, her long fingernail tracing the wolf tattoo on my bicep.

I pull back, my eyes meeting hers in confusion.

“Why are you laughing?”

This was earth shattering, world ending, mind melting, but I sure as shit don’t think it’s funny.

We probably drank a little too much tonight, but the second her lips touched mine, I came to faster than a teenager hearing his mom open his bedroom door.

She blows out a breath, brushing her hair off her face, before resting her warm hands on my shoulders.

“I can’t believe I fucked you in a restroom like one of your badge bunnies.

Thanks for helping me out, Swayze. That really hit the spot.

”She pats my shoulder, nodding to the floor, and I reluctantly pull out of her and turn to rip the condom off in frustration my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach

My badge bunnies?

Hit the spot?

What the fuck. No.

What part of me asking her on a date made any of this seem casual?

Did she not hear me?

“What are you talking about? You’re not a fucking bunny. ”

“Swayze, it’s all good. You’re a great fuck. I have zero complaints. But we should head home; it's getting late, doing this here was a little risky.” Smiling blindly up at me like she hasn’t just stomped all over my heart, she yanks up her panties and straightens her clothes ready to bail.

Is that what she thinks of me?

What she thinks this is ?

She has to know she isn’t a cheap fuck to me.She’s so much more. She’s everything.

What does it look like to you? You’re fucking her in a bar restroom, you idiot.

“Fuck.”

What a buzz killer.

She might as well have given me a Yelp rating and sent me on my way.

What was I expecting—her to take a ride on my trusty steed and fall magically in love with me?

Kiss the frog only to realize her prince has been right here all along?

The lock on the cubicle clicks. She’s gonna run. And I haven’t had a chance to explain, to tell her what this means to me. To get her to give me a chance. A real fucking chance.

Whirling around, I grab her wrist before she can pull open the door. Her wild eyes meet mine as I grip her chin tight, keeping her from leaving me. I’m not ready to let her go.

This can't be it.

I crash my lips onto hers, tasting the cherry cocktails she’s been drinking on her tongue. She responds with just as much intensity and passion, pressing her gorgeous curves against me and threading her hand through my hair with a groan.

I pull back and stare into her eyes, willing her to see how serious I am.

“Mia, go on a date with me.”

Her eyes widen, and she stares at me like I’m a stranger. I hate it.

“Swayze, what the fuck? No . We aren’t going to ruin our friendship pretending this is something more. Have you forgotten I live with you? I’ve seen you in action bro, you don’t date. Don’t make this weird.”

She shoves me backwards, and my hands fall away. Mia knows me better than anyone but can’t see me at all.

She shakes her head, her eyes shuttering, freezing me out. “We’re not doing this, Swayze. Clearly tonight was a mistake.”

With that parting shot, she turns and runs from the restroom, leaving me standing here.

Alone.

She finally gave me a taste of perfection just to snatch it away.

She thinks I’m a sex-obsessed playboy who can’t commit.

I’ll show her I’m more than capable of keeping my dick in my pants.

It won’t be buried in a pussy again, unless it's hers.

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