Ginger Fox Part 6
"Is it just my presence bothering you, or is it your guilty conscience, Miss Roy?" I blink quickly, clenching my jaw, wanting to punch this little shit until he’s buried in the sand.
I step closer to him, looking down until my eyes meet his. I take a deep breath, as if drawing in gasoline.
"I’ll say this one more time, Dexter. I’m not responsible for anything that happened with that asshole!" My voice is edged with anger. God, I’d cut my wrists before being involved with Bob, and I just want to kill Lorane for making this mess.
I turn, leaving him behind before I slap that smug face of his. Damn bearded bastard! I’d pluck those hairs out one by one if he keeps bothering me.
"Are you upset because Bob isn’t around to calm you down?" I stop, turning on my heels and tossing my sandals into the sand.
"You don’t know what you’re talking about, and you have no idea of the craziness that woman invented about me! I have nothing to do with that kid!" My finger jabs at him, digging my nails into his skin. "Even if Bob were the last dick on earth, I wouldn’t let him near me!"
I’m startled when his cold, wet hand grips my wrist tightly. His eyes lock onto mine, pulling me in with their intensity.
"What’s your type of man, then, Miss Roy?" I don’t know if it’s the heat or the stale beer, but there’s no other reason my heart is racing.
"Men! Not stupid boys..." My voice is soft, still lost in the force emanating from his gaze. The smell of the sea mixed with his sweat is intoxicating. "I need you to let go of my arm, Dexter."
Instead of releasing me, he tightens his grip, his gaze dropping to my cleavage. I breathe rapidly and confused. This man has tortured me every day he could, so why is he looking at me like this? He’s not the type to look at me, much less accept my secret. I can feel him pulling me, yet I’m allowing myself to be drawn to this small man who’s pounding in my chest. He’s incredibly agile and strong. My body spins quickly as he surprises me with a soft sweep, knocking me to the ground. It’s not a harsh impact; I’m captured in his arms. And damn, my brain short-circuits when his lips touch mine. His rough beard rubs against my skin, forcing his bold tongue into my mouth. Who does this hobbit think he is to be so bold with me?! My hand clutches his black hair, pulling hard, trying to push him away, but I give in as his hand caresses my breast. I’m surrendering to Dexter’s arrogant kiss. I don’t care about his wet body pressed against mine; it only makes me more excited. The salty taste of seawater in his mouth, the potent male scent from his sweat, everything consumes me. I moan with desire as he frees my breast just to move his mouth from mine and take my nipple into his mouth. This is driving me crazy, and only one thing snaps me back: the cock between my legs, which is just tucked in, as I didn’t use tape or anything to secure it. Damn, my cock is starting to get hard! We turn in one motion, catching him by surprise, and I pull away from him until I’m on my feet. My fingers go to the front of my dress, unable to hide the bulge. I feel fear, shame, and tears burning my face. This is why I don’t get involved with anyone who isn’t from Sodom. I can’t stand seeing the disgust on people’s faces.
"What’s wrong?" The deep, desirous voice speaks from behind me. I shrink, turning further away when I hear him get up.
"No!" I pull my arm away as soon as his fingers touch me. "It was a mistake..."
"What? Me desiring you and you desiring me?" The tear burns my skin, just as the shame grips me inside.
I’ve never let my guard down, never let a heterosexual man get close to me. I know what they think and how they act...
"Fuck, I don’t want this! Why don’t you go back to your girlfriend? Or are you just a fucking asshole who doesn’t respect the person he’s with?"
I try to turn to get away from him but trip over the damn bottle that slipped from my hand.
"I’m not an asshole who fucks just anyone!" His angry voice comes close. He grabs my arms to lift me up, and I try to escape, but with my hands between my legs, I stumble, letting him pin me. "Ana just hired me; I’m here for work, not because I’m fucking her!"
He pulls me closer, kissing me again, this time less roughly. I want to scream, to die, because I’m being drawn into his gentle kisses, kisses of a caring lover. My hand presses against his chest, trying to push him back, but with the weak push of my knees in the soft sand, I fall backward.
"Damn, woman! Why—" He falls silent. I don’t have time to hide; his eyes are already fixed on the bulge forming in front of my dress.
I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it. I can’t stand the thought of seeing his disgusted eyes. I stand up as quickly as I can, wiping away the tears streaming down my face.
"Are you trans?" I force myself to swallow the sobs at the sight of him. The look on Dexter’s face is worse than disgust; it’s pity.
"Yes." I wipe my face, clinging to the last shred of dignity I have. "Now use your heterosexual man’s free will and stay away from me!"
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