Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2) - Page 23

Boy crazy. I was going completely boy crazy for Brett. I hadn’t felt something like it since sixth grade when James Johnson gave me roses for Valentine’s Day. A week later he gave Grace roses and that was that. But Brett, he was always on my mind and I still couldn’t decide if it was good or bad. He was a nice guy, no doubt, and he was hot as fuck, but it felt just more than a little alarming that he was affecting me like he was.

By the time lunch rolled around my stomach was so twisted into knots, just the smell of the food in the cafeteria made me want to puke. A week ago I didn’t know who the hell Brett was. Now I was all freaked out, hoping he’d ask me out! What the fuck?

I found Grace at our usual table and I plopped down on the bench beside her. She was unpacking her lunch but I didn’t even bother with mine. Instead, my eyes were scanning the room. Where was he?

“Hey Beautiful,” I heard then a strong arm wrapped around my shoulders. Butterflies immediately fluttered inside my stomach.

“Hey,” I said softly, turning to face Brett.

He grinned and the butterflies took flight. I couldn’t breathe, it couldn’t be good for me.

“So?” he said, leaning towards me to exhale into my ear. “Want to be my girlfriend?”

I shivered as his warm breath washed over me. My body was screaming out, yes! Fuck yes. But my ego demanded that I didn’t come off as so desperate.

So I did my best to shrug as if I didn’t care one way or the other and asked, “Depends? What’s in it for me?”

Brett’s brows lifted as if I just challenged him. Then that cocky grin of his slowly formed on his lips.

“How about this?” he said, and I was confused for a split second. But then he pulled me closer and pressed a kiss against my lips.

Vaguely I was aware of Grace snickering but I didn’t care. All I could focus on, all I could feel was Brett’s lips pressing against my lips and the sparks followed by a rush of heat. I turned into him as his lips seemed to drink from my lips. He pulled me closer and I threw my arms around his neck.

I don’t know how long we kissed like that. Exploring each other’s lips. Pressing and pulling. Tasting then deepening. On the border of really going at it as I started to open my mouth for him, almost getting some tongue.

Then some jackass yelled, “Get a room!” And I jerked away.

Brett chuckled and his arms squeezed me affectionately. I was on fire. Burning from the kiss and from embarrassment. I tucked my head down and hid my face against his chest.

“I think that’s a yes,” Grace chirped, and I sighed.

Brett reached down, nudging my chin to look up at him. “Is it yes? Will you be mine?”

My eyes met his chocolate-honey eyes and the way he looked at me, it was like he was looking into me. I slowly nodded my head and watched the corners of his lips twitch. I leaned close, until our lips were almost touching. His lids lowered, eyes warming with heat.

“Yes,” I sighed and kissed him some more.

Chapter Eight

Mandy

Brett was acting entirely too cocky since I agreed to go out with him. Seriously, it was like being my boyfriend was going straight to his big sexy head. Throughout the week, not only would he just grab me in the hallways at school, pull me into a corner and subdue my protests with kisses, but he also had a swagger and everything going for him when he walked away, leaving me flustered and breathless. He knew he was getting to me and the rest of school was starting take notice.

It was totally time to turn the tables and bring him down a few notches.

While I wasn’t quite ready to go all the way yet, even though I really, really did like Brett. I still needed to get to know him more before making that commitment. I had been doing a great deal of research on the internet. After sharing the article with Grace about tugging on a guy’s balls to delay his orgasm, I stumbled across some very detailed articles on performing the perfect blowjob. I studied hard and after soaking up all the information I could get my greedy little hands on, I was ready to experiment.

So when Brett showed up at my house for our next tutoring session, he was completely unsuspecting of my plans when we sat down at my dining room table and cracked open our books. I scooted my chair closer to his and he grinned at me. Really, I could see in his eyes that he thought I thought the world revolved around him or something. As if.

Usually, during our tutoring sessions my parents would mostly leave us alone. But my father had been known to poke his head into the room to check on us, especially if we were being quiet. So, when Brett started to talk about the cold-war era, threatening to kill me with boredom, I reached over and casually placed my hand on his thigh. He stuttered and I felt his muscle tense beneath my hand. I peeked up at him through my lashes and he was looking at me with wide eyes.

I gave his thigh a little squeeze and he grinned.

I let my hand just rest there, as if I was completely oblivious to how it was affecting him, and he started talking again. I allowed him to get through half of the chapter before I moved my hand again. I slid my hand in, following the curve of his thigh and Brett sucked in a harsh breath.

“Mandy?” he asked. I slowly dragged my hand up.

“Yes?” I said in a sweet, innocent voice and fluttered my lashes at him.

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