Shakers Dreams

This story can be a bit dark in places and I warn could be a trigger to some. Proceed with caution. 18+ only. Come join me in a little story of confused love?.. lust?..or just your old fashioned booty call. Feel free to vote... or not haha I'm not fussed.

Still under editing but pretty much completed -

**Sneak Peak**

"Keys." he states sarcastically holding them up his expression flat and unimpressed.

"Are you always an asshole?" I snap by the way he spoke.

"Only when dealing with a bitch." he throws back.

"Fuck you!" I shout angrily

He stares back at me narrowing his eyes looking like he wants to say something but he doesn't, the tension building by the second.

Next thing his lips are crashing onto mine and again I don't stop it. I wrap my arms around him as he lifts me up onto the counter my bag falling to the floor. I reach for the hem of his shirt as I forcefully pull it up over his head wanting to feel his bare skin. His toned body doesn't disappoint as his hands find the edge of my top ripping the thin material open.

And it was from this moment I knew I wasn't going to hold back. I want to taste him fully, completely disregarding the voice in the back of my mind that he's only going to bring me trouble.