RUINING ANGEL by S. Pratt Read Free Book Online Page B

She knows better than to tease if she cannot deliver.
    ‘Okay Mr. Grumpy pants, but only since you asked so nicely.’ She smiles wickedly at me as she offers her middle finger.

    Without letting her see what’s in my hand, I slide the ring into my mouth. Taking her finger, I ease it between my lips, sucking it gently in and using my tongue to push the ring on it, all the way down to the base. Once it’s where I want it, I suck her finger – hard.
    She gasps, biting her lip at the erotic way I’m teasing her.

    Once I relinquish it back to her, she takes a second to admire the ring I have just put on her finger. A big cheesy grin comes to her lips and I know she is pleased.
    ‘It’s a mood ring,’ I offer. ‘So I’ll always know when you’re hot for me.’
    ‘I love it. What does it say right now?’ she says as she admires the cheap trinket. I pull her arm close and lean in to whisper in her ear.
    ‘Judging by the red, hot color, I’m guessing you want me just as much as I want you.’ I smack her lightly on the ass as I leave her staring after me open-mouthed.

    When she’s had her fill of the gallery, we head to a local burger joint that advertises Philly Dogs. We attack the bacon and cheese hot dog with vigor, grinning as sauce drips down our chins. I want to lick it off her, but that would be totally inappropriate in a food joint. It gives me a few ideas for later, though.

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    Later that night, we lay snuggled amongst blankets in the bed of my truck, gazing up at the stars I struggle with the urge to make love to Bailey. She knows I’m holding back, but I refuse to give into her wiley ways.
    ‘Angel?’
    ‘Hmm?’
    ‘Aren’t you going to make love to me anymore?’ Her voice is so sad, it breaks my heart that I’m trying to do something good, but instead it’s causing her pain.
    ‘You know it’s not through lack of wanting, Bailey.’
    ‘But I don’t understand. I want you, you want me. We are complete and utterly alone, and yet you refuse to lay a finger on me.’ I roll on my side so I can gaze into her eyes. The moon casts a brilliant glow about her face that she almost looks surreal.

    I still don’t know how it was ever made possible that she would ever allow me to touch her in a sexual way. But that’s part of the problem. Despite the fact we’ve grown up being the best of friends, since she’s granted me access to her body, I feel like I never give her the space for me to just enjoy her for her and not just the sex.

    ‘I do want you, always. But not this weekend. This weekend is about you and me – no sex.’
    ‘You don’t have to worry about my virtue you know, you are still my best friend, even though we sleep together.’ Her brow is creased in the middle, leaving frown lines to grace her forehead. I use my thumb to rub the lines away, eager to see her smiling at me once more. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose, breathing in her scent as I do. I hear a sigh escape her lips. She knows the torment I go through, the morality of our whole relationship. But she won’t change that about me. There will always be something to feel guilty for.

    I retreat slightly, eager to keep my distance from touching her skin.
    A small smile dances across her lips.
    ‘You’re beautiful, you know?’ I say.
    ‘Really?’ She doesn’t look convinced.
    ‘Prettiest girl I ever saw,’ I say grinning. She dips her head shyly, as she always does when I pay her compliments. It’s downright sexy and the love I feel for her swells within my chest. I lift her chin slightly so that she has to look into my eyes. We lay like this – on our sides in the back of the truck, the forest dense around us keeping our sanctuary safe from the world. We gaze lovingly at each other until eventually sleep takes over her.

    I can’t sleep. Watching her never gets old. I love looking at every freckle and seeing the planes of her face change under the star-lit night. She is my world – my everything.