Chapter Thirteen
Ω Bronx Ω
I bite her shoulder gently. I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to mark her. I want everyone to know as she’s walking around that she’s off the market.
“Bronx…” Blakely moans as she lifts her lips against me.
“Yes, butterfly?” I pull away just enough to look her in the face.
Blakely’s cheeks are a pretty pink. Her pupils are blown wide. I grin. She looks like she was right on the border of coming, and I just denied her.
“Bronxxxxx,” she whines. “You can’t just do that.”
“I can just do that.” I take a step away from her after I let her leg go. “I just did that, butterfly.”
“But why? That’s not fair.” Blakely crosses her arms over her chest.
I grin. This game is going to be a lot of fun to play. “Get changed, butterfly. Your dad is probably waiting for you,” I tease her. “I’m going to go to my house. You can come stop by if you want,” I tell her before walking out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
She’s going to be fun to play with. I like her spunk now. She used to be the nerdy little high schooler who kept pretty much to herself. Now, she’s being more confident. I can’t wait to see her grow more.
As I get to the door, I hear Blakely run down the stairs. “Bronx! Wait.”
I turn to look at her. “Yeah?”
I don’t know why she’d just run down the stairs like that.
“Come to lunch with us.” She sounds like she’s not giving me a choice.
“Is that you asking me?” I ask her.
I know it’s not.
“Nope. I’m telling you.”
I smirk. “Your dad is not going to be happy, butterfly.”
He’s going to be fuming. I’m surprised she’s even willing to do this. “My dad will be fine! I’ll text you the address. Go home and get changed.”
I shake my head. I typically don’t like when people try to tell me what to do. But with her? I kind of like it.
She gets this bossy little attitude. I think it’s hot.
“I’ll meet you there, butterfly. Drive safe.”
With that, I walk out of her house and head to my Supra. This should be a really entertaining lunch.