Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Seventeen: I want you

"Maybe in another life. Maybe fate will make sure that it let us meet in the right place and in the right time, with no strings attached, with no boundaries."

Morgan Ann Bennett

The day was well spent, I was thoroughly surprised at Chris, but ultimately pleased he planned such a trip.

I never wanted to leave the lake, the vibes were immaculate. It was nice to see other people our age for a change, doing nothing but being themselves.

Chris got some great pictures of me which I posted and when Malcolm commented, asking where and who I was with, I lied and said Callie, having to text her to back me up and she did. That's what sisters are truly for.

It was ashamed I had to lie, but after seeing how nasty he could be in the argument we had earlier, I didn't want to start another one.

Sure he liked Chris, but I was starting to like him, too. . .

I only pretended I wanted to help him find a girl at the lake, but I didn't. I secretly wished every girl he brought home was me. It sucked that he was such a hot commodity because that probably meant all these girls have gotten to sleep with him, but I wanted to do that myself.

I didn't want to be attracted to Malcolm's supposed nephew, but I couldn't help it. Every time he walked past me, that scent hitting my nose, I got weak. Whenever he tied his hair back in that half up style, I lost it, especially with that one curl above his eyebrow. Or the ways he chews, his hands, the bored way he looks but then starts to smirk. Ugh, swoon.

And it didn't help that he wasn't the nicest to me, it was all in good fun by now, but I kind of liked it. He was rough, raw, real, you know? The sexiest part, how unapologetic he was about it. Like, he said what he said because he can and something about that just screamed "I'm a man." I just loved his confidence, borderline cockiness, and energy.

Well, all good things come to an end, or so they say, but ours didn't have to.
I asked Chris for the night not to end and he took us to the top of a mountain. There, he popped the trunk and put the back row of seats down so we could lay out.

It was perfect, from the summery breeze to the howls in the night at the full moon, and the fireflies.
I only wished I had a mason jar to capture them in.

"—Shit, I'm sorry," Chris apologized, pulling his lips from mine. I didn't know what he was sorry for, that's exactly what I wanted.

"Don't be," I planted, looking away, embarrassed.

"Just, don't do it again," I cooed, chewing my lip. "because I don't know if... if I'll be able to stop."

When I finally worked up the courage to look at him again, Chris wet his lips.

"Come here," he signaled me forward and I didn't hesitate.

I straddled his warm lap, peeling my shirt off.

His green, low eyes fell on my chest. He looked excited, like he didn't know what he wanted to do with them first.

This was all I'd been wanting since I laid eyes on him. I knew this would happen one way or another.

His hands at my hips, I rolled my neck back, feeling his breath against my torso when the brightest lights flashed on us.