La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours by Amie Nichols Read Free Book Online Page B

compliment? 
    "Warn me about what?" I ask her, buttoning up my shirt.
    "He's dangerous. I've heard that his last serious girlfriend, Chelsea Waters, went missing. Before she went missing, she was seen with a very beat up face," Donna tells me, looking in the mirror next to the lockers fluffing her bleached blond hair.  So now it's a girlfriend, not a wife . 
    "Thanks , but I'm not his girlfriend and never will be, so I think I'll be safe." 
    "Well , I also need to tell you that someone told Monica you were kissing him last night, she is pissed," Donna says in a loud whisper. Oh fucking great, if this job didn't pay so well I would be out of here. I don't need this shit . Donna leaves, telling me to watch my back. 
    I just shut my locker when the door opens. I turn expecting to see Monica with a knife, which makes me chuckle to myself. Bring it on bitch .
    It's not Monica, it's Liam, with his suit jacket draped over his arm. He locks the door before walking toward me, throwing his jacket over one of the benches. Slowly he starts to roll his shirt sleeves up to mid arm, showing off his amazing, tanned, muscular forearms. God help me, please give me strength .
    I turn aw ay from him, not saying a word. The heat from his body almost touches me as I feel him get closer. I start to step away from him, but he places one hand on my hip.  The other arm goes around my shoulders and he pulls me to him, slamming my back into his hard chest. I wonder what I should do. Do I scream? No, he's not hurting me. 
    "I can still taste your lips on mine. I can still smell your arousal from last night. I didn't sleep at all, thinking about you," his hot breath on my ear as he whispers. He brushes his lips on the shell of my ear, the hand that is on my hip moves to my belly.  Using his fingers, he manipulates his hand down my skirt.  I want to scream for him to stop, but I can't. His breath heavy in my ear, he moves under my panties inserting his middle finger inside me.    I moan with pleasure, my breathing heavy. 
    He slides his finger out spreading my slick arousal to my clit, moving in small tortuous circles. "Tell me to stop!" he quietly orders in my ear. "Tell me you want me to stop and I will never look at you again," he whispers, his hot, frantic breath on my cheek. 
    I don't say a word. A ll I can do is arch my back into him, moving my hips in time with his finger as he circles my clit faster. I bring my hands up to his forearm that is around my neck, my head pressed into his shoulder. I feel his cock, large and hard, against my back. He moves more franticly now, I can't help the moaning coming out of my mouth. 
    He cups my jaw and slides his index finger in to my mouth as I draw closer to orgasm. It's like nothing I've ever felt. Sucking on his finger to keep from screaming, I hear him groan in my ear. 
    "Come for me , Petal, I want to own your orgasm." He starts kissing down my neck, his finger sliding over my clit again and again until all sense of reason has passed. It comes, wave after wave as he slows down the pace. The sensitivity comes next making my body jerk with each slow movement of his finger. Lying against his hard body, I feel my legs are like jelly. 
    "Who locked the door?" we hear someone yelling as the door starts to rattle. Liam withdraws his hand from my skirt, bringing his middle finger up to his mouth, he sucks on it. 
    "Mine," h e whispers, drawing his finger out of his mouth. He lets me loose and I have to steady myself by putting my palm up against the locker. I turn to see he is holding his jacket at his front, to hide the large bulge in his pants. He doesn't say another word, but unlocks the door. 
    On the other side is n one other than fucking Monica. Moving past her without a word, he disappears. Monica enters with a look of horror on her face. I stand there for a moment, ignoring the mean stare I'm getting. When I think I can walk without face planting, I walk out of the room, also without a