ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (45 page)

Chapter 13

Trent

Within moments, we were back
at the bus. I tossed her to my bed and quickly stepped into the shower, rinsing
the sweat from my pores and the grease from my hair.

I was in and out in just a
couple of minutes. I hadn’t bothered to throw anything more than a pair of
jeans on, anticipating the direction of the next hour.

More accurately,
choosing
that direction.

I had been patient long
enough.

She was finally,
conclusively
mine.

And I intended to take that
privilege.

The rest of the band knew I
was going to be in the bus, and didn’t want to be disturbed. They were free to
enjoy their after-party with the others, and to drag their designated,
temporary fuck-buddies back to the bus to do the deed.

But they understood the
rule.

Nobody
bothers Trent.

To my satisfaction, Angel
was sitting exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes clearly traced the outlines of
my muscles as I took her by the hand, pulling her back into my embrace.

I discovered to my unending
satisfaction that she was putty in my fucking hands. Everything was right in
the world, set back to where we had been interrupted.

But I wasn’t counting on a
minor detail.

The kiss felt fucking
fantastic.

When I felt her lips brush
up against mine, sparks fired off in the back of my head. It was on another
level entirely.

Didn’t
know a kiss could
taste
so good…

Before, it had always come
off as just an agreement, signing a contract of services about to be rendered.
A kiss prior to stripping them bare and losing myself.

But this?

I didn’t know what to do
with this.

Neither did Angel. Her chest
was heaving against me, and in the low lighting I could see her eyes, furtively
searching my own. It was almost as if they were saying,
I don’t know what we’re doing. What are YOU doing? What are WE doing?

I didn’t really have an
answer.

So I closed mine, bending in
for another powerful kiss, pulling her light body up against mine. Her hands
rested against my shoulders, almost pushing me away, but sliding around the
back of my neck instead.

I could hear her moan into
the kiss, and
god fucking dammit
if
that didn’t make me harder than stone where it mattered.

We slid backwards, down onto
the bed. Circumstances put her lying on top of me, and I pulled her down into
another deep, satisfying kiss. I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging
lightly to excite her, but hard enough to vent out my sexual frustration.

This
has been a long time coming,
I thought to myself.
And I intend on making the most of it.

I let one hand lightly tug
at her miniskirt, while the other slapped down
hard
against her ass. She yelped, almost jumping up, but I wouldn’t
let her leave me. Instead, my teeth tugged at her lower lip again, inviting her
down further.

I could taste her desire.

I could feel her racing
heartbeat.

I could sense her
nervousness, her anxiety.

These things only pumped
more blood into the stiffening tool between my legs, pushing up against her. My
cock ached for fulfillment, strained for release against her. It sensed her
furious, hungry need, and it wanted to satisfy.

With the slightest shift of
my body, it was pushing right where it mattered most – up between her thighs,
her positioning meaning that with just the smallest movements…

Angel matched my grinding,
pushing against my rock-hard cock in the semi-darkness. Her breathing was
audible now, and I kissed her passionately, pressing my tongue up between her
lips and against her own.

My cock flexed against her.

Yes,
I thought to it. I was so close to shredding her clothes
from her body and fulfilling my aching need with her.

This
is happening.

No
surprises this time.

You’ll
get your prize.

With our tongues still
writhing against each other’s, I easily flipped her to her back, climbing on
top of her.

My conquest was lying
beneath me, trembling. The small amount of light reflected over her eyes, and I
dove in for another hungry, delicious kiss…

Wait.

Something’s
not right.

There was something in her
eyes.

Something I didn’t like.

Was
she…about to CRY?

“What’s the matter?” I
asked, half seriously but half angrily.

“N-n-nothing,” she
whimpered.

A deep sigh slid
involuntarily from my chest. “Tell me. What’s the problem.”

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

“It’s
not
nothing.”

“No, it’s just…I’m…”

“You’re
what.
”

She was seriously testing my
patience now.

My conquest, still lying
beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn’t having any of that, so I clamped
both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her back.

“
Tell me.
”

She trembled harder.

Her entire body was
quivering now.

“I’m not…I just…”

Spit.
It. The. Fuck. Out.

“I’m a virgin.”

It struck me like a sack of
bricks.

I almost laughed.

“You’re a
virgin.
”

She nodded quietly, turning away
again.

“With a body like this… How
the fuck are you still a virgin?”

She blushed, but there was
still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this
seriously
to heart.

But that’s when I realized.

A virgin.

My
rightful place.

First
.

“Well…that just means we’ll
be going a little slower, doesn’t it?” I whispered to her, trying to sound as
tender as I possibly could.

She turned back.

“You’d…do that?”

“You’re damn right I would.”

Angel looked me in the eyes.
Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her head in the
slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she nodded.

“Okay.”

I reached down and fondly
planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t even
have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger
of my usual passion.

Carefully, delicately, I
guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath
me, her body opened up for the taking.

Her tits looked fantastic.

Her shaved little pussy was
glistening.

Her skin was ready for my
pleasure.

But…

But.

I couldn’t believe it. I had
never,
ever
hesitated before taking a
partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their
bodies…it was
alien
to me to actually
care
about any of them for longer
than the moment.

“Is…is something wrong?” She
asked timidly.

“No,” I answered
immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced
dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”

“You’re…not doing anything,”
she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed
together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.

“I’m just savoring the
moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.

I sat down beside her on the
bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid,
idiotic hesitance.

My conquest was here.

She was ripe, and ready for
the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry lust
within me screamed:
you’re going to be
FIRST.

“This doesn’t feel right,” I
felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Angel was sitting up now,
hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it
against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.

“I…”

I didn’t have words.

But she was concerned now.

Scared.

I
needed
to have the right words.

“I don’t think I can do this
to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to fuck
you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I can do
that to you.”

It was like an out-of-body
experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this
conscience
had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its
own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled
against absolutely
defiling
her.

I knew that’s exactly what
would happen otherwise.

Without any hesitation, I
could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss that she could
barely fathom, let alone crave.

She was virginal.

She had no idea what I could
do to her.

But I did.

And not even just
physically.

I could seriously fuck this
girl up.

And
I couldn’t.

“But I want it, I do,” she
whispered.

“You think you do,” I
answered. “You know that you’ll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I’m
leaving town soon. We’ll probably never see each other again. What then? How
will you handle that?”

Angel was caught off-guard.

“I’ll manage,” she finally
told me.

“You’re trembling.”

My hand slid across her
thigh.

She was shaking in the
semi-darkness.

“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered
sadly.

“No. Don’t be sorry.”

She looked me in the eyes.

It seemed like she was
shaking a lot less.

“Do it, Trent,” she
whispered.

“I
can’t make you another footnote…”

“No, you’re not
listening to me
,” she insisted, her hand
sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my cock through the denim.