Page 36 of Rust
Love You
Isabelle
The gravelly grit of Rust’s deep voice tingled my nerves with pins and needles. Something magical was brewing between us, just like at the game, and now I knew I hadn’t imagined it—a fact which had my heart doing backflips. But this time was even better than the last, because we were actually alone. This time, no one would stop us.
“Because I’m at the age where I knowexactlywhat I want,” he growled, his darkened eyes sweeping up and down my body.
“Tell me, Rust. What do you want?”
I didn’t have to ask. Iknew.It was obvious the moment I showed up and Rust couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. Every time I happened to turn and look at Rust, his eyes would guiltily dart away, and I knew he’d been staring. It was such a thrill knowing he wanted me!
Not that I was faring much better in the wandering eyes department. Rust wore grey sweatpants, or as I prefer to call them,lingerie for men.His hefty bulge made amouthwateringdickprint in his joggers, and I made no effort to conceal my blatant leering the entire time he showed me around his house. The thick outline of his cock made my pussy clench with desire. I couldn’t wait to get that thing inside me. Icravedit.
But what did Rust want?
A confident spark lit behind his eye, as if he were thinking,Instead of telling you what I want, why don’t I show you instead?
He reached out and cradled my head with his big hand. Rust steadied me and confidently leaned in to claim his kiss.
Yes! It’s finally happening!
I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable embrace of his lips. My heart thumped in my neck and my insides twisted with anticipation. I felt like I’d been waiting my wholelifefor his kiss, and yet now that the moment was almost here, I couldn’t wait a second longer.
At last, itfinallyhappened.
Gently, he pressed his mouth to mine. His masculine taste and scent filled my senses, and I was immediately addicted. This wasn’t so much akissas it was our souls meeting, for the very first time, on our lips. That one kiss felt like a soothing balm that madeallthe waiting worth it, madeeverythingworth it.
Butjustas our lips locked and I passionately kissed him back, the trill of a cell phone ringer began to screech.
It was Rust’s. Not mine.
I tried not to groan as Rust broke off our kiss, and our moment was once again snuffed out before it’d even gotten started.
Rust pulled his phone out of his pocket. He peeked at the caller ID.
“Shit,” he muttered.
I didn’t even need to ask who it was on the other end. I already knew. And the color draining from Rust’s face was all the confirmation I needed.
Before he answered, Rust hopped off his high chair and began to pace the kitchen floor, as if his guilty conscience needed him to get far away from me. “Fella! What’s up?”
Of course…I knew it…Ugh, of all the times to call!
Sometimes, I’m absolutely convinced that dads have a sixth sense for when their daughters are about to do something they don’t approve of…
I sat, stewing in misery over my horrible luck, and listened to Rust’s side of the conversation with my dad.
“Yeah, yeah… Five games, yup.… LA tomorrow, then San Jose, Seattle, Vancouver, and then Minnesota… Yeah, she’s here. You want to talk to her?”
No!I mouthed, frantically waving my hands.
“—Oh, you know what? My bad, Johnny, she actually just walked right out the door.… Okay.… Hell yeah! Definitely! I’ll hit you up when we’re there. Later, fella.”
Rust hung up and we stared at each other, a loaded silence hanging in the air.
A second later, the ringing of a cell phone interrupted once more. This time, it was mine.
“Guess there’s no escaping it,” I said with a sigh, pulling my phone out of my back pocket.