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  Excerpt: Want Me

  Rowan McBride

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Want Me 2007 by Rowan McBride. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without author's permission.

"Joel? Have you written any more poetry?"

My thoughts snapped to the present. "A little."

"Can I read it?"


His breath caught; his voice softened. "Why not?"

The stuff I'd been writing lately always made me blush. I wasn't sure why. "The only ones that get read are the ones I write for homework. The rest stays in my notebook."

"But why can't I--"

"Because it's mine. I can have something that's just mine, can't I? Or do you really want to take every single thing?"

He fell quiet, and we walked in silence for a while. Across the quad, past the administration building.

A car backfired, and my whole body jumped. I tried to play it off and kept walking, hoping it had gone unnoticed.

Of course, I wasn't that lucky.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," I muttered.

"You're breathing hard."

My jaw clenched a moment as I bit back a swear. "I'm still trying to get used to this life. To the idea that things can hurt me, to the idea that I'm average."

"I wouldn't let anything hurt you."

"Shut up."

"And you're definitely not average."

"Again, shut up. None of that's helping."

He chuckled. "Did you know you have a nickname here? It's--"

"For the love of God, Walker. If you say it out loud, I swear I will find a way to kick your ass."

Walker laughed, and in a flash his hands were on my body, pinning me back against a tree. "Will you, Thumper?"

"Hey!" I started to kick my way free, and he used that move with his legs to keep me still. "What do you think you're doing!"

"I was wrong before"--he lowered his head, grazed the tip of his nose over mine--"when I said you were cute when you're angry."

I tried to push myself back, but the tree blocked any chance of escape. "Y-you were?"

He nodded against me, rubbing our cheeks together. "You're fucking hot."

Trembling with fear and rage, I shoved against his rounded shoulders. "You promised. Less than an hour ago!"

"I promised I wouldn't fuck you." His tongue darted out to lick the corner of my mouth as his palm swept up my stomach, my chest. "I didn't say anything about touching." His lips firmed against my skin. "Or kissing."

"Son of a--" I bucked against him, trying to break free.

He gasped, and I felt his mouth curve against me in a smile. "Keep doing that, and you might drive me to break my promise."

I instantly went still.

Walker made a sound of disappointment, but it soon faded as he squeezed my chest, my arms. "Your body's so tight, Joel. How can you ever think you're average, when all I can think about is how much I want you?"

My fingers tightened on his shoulders, and I snatched them back. "I don't want you."

"I know," he murmured, lifting his head. "But you're always watching me. Why is that, I wonder?"

Not having an answer, I tried to push him away again. My arms shook, and my muscles strained with the effort.

Walker grinned, unmoved and openly amused. "Curious, maybe?" His big hand slid over mine and drew it to the hollow of his throat. "Want to touch what you've been watching so closely?"

I tried to resist as he guided my hand downward, as my fingers naturally dipped into the trench carved between his pecs, but he was so much stronger than me. "No."

"Oh, come on, Joel. This doesn't make you gay. It's"--his brow furrowed thoughtfully--"your body, after all."

My breath shuddered in my chest. It all but stopped when the hard bulge of his cock pushed against my abdomen. To my horror, my own dick came to life, stiffening against his thigh.

What was going on?

He felt it--I knew he felt it--but he didn't say anything about it. Didn't tease me. Instead his gaze stayed locked to mine as he used my hand to caress his own chest. Slow, torturous strokes. The pads of my fingers grazed his nipple through the material of his shirt, and the whole pectoral muscle twitched as he shivered.

"So fucking good," he said, doing it again, then again.

I'm not sure when I stopped fighting. When I just...let him take control.

Slowly Walker lowered his head and brushed his lips over mine. Locks of dark hair fell forward, sweeping my cheeks as he slid my hand lower.

I gasped as he deepened the kiss, as he slipped my hand under his shirt so my palm could lay flat against his warm, hard abs.

Walker's mouth firmed against mine. Caressing. Tasting. Taking.

Always taking.

I bit down on his lower lip. Hard.

He leaped back from me, his hand shooting to his mouth.

Oh God.

For all my fantasies of hurting Walker, for all my attempts, now that I'd actually done it...

I was scared to death to see what he'd do when really pissed at me.

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