3. Petra

CHAPTER 3

Petra

I type a short article into my computer. A quick update on the app that doesn't exist and the results of my research into matchmaking.

I've always been good at it.

But the one person I've never matched is myself. I chew on my lower lip and eye the blinking cursor.

Before I can change my mind, I start inputting my wants and needs. Then I add it to the Meet Me in Magnolia information.

Then I start scrolling through the information that pops up. There's only so much I can do with this. But it gives me a bare-bones idea of what I'm working with.

There's no app but there is a workable search that I use that matches different personality traits that pop up.

It also searches through the lesser-known things that can pop up.

I've never touched anything to do with me with my own research but I'm curious and lonely. Surely there's someone out there that might want to meet a woman who needs some company.

Or sex. Or to lose her damn v-card.

Lord knows I've held out for so damn long my pussy's probably dusty and has a no trespassing sign on it but I need something and every damn time I'm near Jeremy it smacks me upside the head and ignites a need that I really want to go away.

If I scratch the itch, maybe it will.

But when I input my search guidelines I rub my hands and hit enter.

And stare at a list of three men. But the top one, the perfect match makes me grit my teeth in helpless rage.

Why the hell does that man's name keep popping up!

I shove the lid of my laptop down and stand up, restless energy coursing through my body.

I stomp into the kitchen and grab some popcorn out of the cabinet and get it going in the microwave, the sound of the kernels popping satisfying some twisted urge in me to murder someone or something. The cracks make my mouth tilt up in a happy smirk.

I head down the hall to put my pjs on and as soon as I reach the bedroom, my body clenches with hunger. I close my eyes and I can see Jeremy in this room when we were barely teenagers, laughing and rolling around happily with me wrestling in a goofy tug of war.

I was probably in love with him even then. Innocent but itching to grow into something incendiary and wild in both of us.

Until our parents had a crazy argument about something so stupid nobody could even remember what it was.

I think it might have been something about the Super Bowl and the bet they had that year but who the hell remembers? It was so long ago.

I slowly lift my sweater over my head and it drops to the floor. Then I trail my hands down to my hips and slowly pull my jeans down, inching past my curvy hips. I'm slender but I've still got some heavy-duty curves.

As soon as my jeans drop to the floor, I step out of them and then sit down on the bed, staring at the wall, not sure if I really have the nerve to do what my body wants me to do.

Don't get me wrong, I've given myself an orgasm. But my mind is stuck on damn Jeremy's handsome face and I can't push it away!

If I lie down on that bed, I'm gonna be dreaming about him. I guarantee it. And that would be bad, right?

But I lie back and my hands run up and down my body as I picture him standing over me beside the bed. His cold grey eyes would heat with lust as he watches me run my hands over my body.

"Touch that pretty pussy, baby girl. Let me see you touch your clit and then let one single finger slip inside to show me how wet you are, baby girl."

I toss my head and my eyes roll back in my head. His big hand slips down to his dress pants and he slowly unbuckles his belt. The muted clang of the metal makes me shiver, my eyes opening to watch.

He reaches inside and pulls his cock out and my mouth waters. He's gorgeous. Big and thick and weeping with pearly dew at the tip. His hand will caress and tug at his length as he watches me play with my body.

My finger slips inside and I moan, my hips thrusting up as I watch him lick his full lips, his dark-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose.

"Fucking hell, you're so pretty, Pet. Show me that finger, baby girl."

I can't resist every dirty word he says. I pull my finger out and hold it out for him to see. His lips close on it and his blazing eyes close.

"So fucking sweet, Pet." His eyes open and he growls. "Put it back in and fuck that pretty pussy."

My finger dives deeper and I moan, my eyes locked on his hand touching himself.

"So hot," I groan. He works his dick like he's so close that he can barely resist falling over the edge.

I push two more fingers inside and work them frantically, matching each one of his strokes until we're moaning and grinding against our hands perfectly in sync.

I feel my pussy flutter and then close tight on my fingers, my thighs locking up and then quivering as I fall apart.

"That's my good girl," he whispers hoarsely, groaning as his cock jerks and then he follows me into ecstasy.

I fall back to the bed and my eyes open, hazy and satisfied. A beeping penetrates my lusty thoughts and I sit up slowly, my whole body aching with the release of what feels like years of hunger.

The beeping is louder and my forehead crinkles. "What the hell?"

Before I can do anything else, my door crashes open and I scream, yanking the covers over myself.

A wild-eyed Jeremy is standing in the doorway, his wet body dripping on my floor as he growls. "Let's go, Petra!"

"Wha-?"

I don't even get to finish the word and he's throwing me over his broad, warm, wet, very naked shoulder and striding out of the room.

I kick at him and howl, "Jeremy! What the hell is going on? Stop it! Put me down! What are you doing in my house? Dammit! Answer me!"

But he doesn't. He storms out of the house and right into my front yard. Well, my parents' front yard. And then he stomps over to his house.

I push my head up and my hand slips on his ass. I close my eyes and gulp.

Damn! Even his ass is perfect. Round and rippling with muscle. Like a fucking Greek god.

I hiss as he drags me down the front of his muscular body. His gray eyes spark with lust as he tugs my sheet askew.

I open my mouth to say something, anything. But unfortunately a wailing siren rips the peace of the night and my mouth falls open as the fire truck pulls up in front of my house.

That's when I look back and see the thick smoke pouring out of the house. Panic races through me and I lunge forward, trying to reach the yard. "Oh my god! What's going on?"

Jeremy grabs me and tugs my body into his and I hiss again when I feel the heat of his body against my backside along with a soft caress of cold air that lets me know I might be showing something.

"Dammit, keep your ass over here, Pet! They'll tell us when it's safe."

The chief raises a brow and stares at us as he crosses the yard. "Maybe y'all should get some clothes on! Half the neighborhood is seeing you guys!"

I squeak and Jeremy growls under his breath, grasping me under my armpits and dragging me into his house. He stomps into the back of his house muttering, "Do not move, Pet. Not one inch or I'll spank that delicious ass of yours!"

Then my shocked gaze follows his wet ass as he stomps away. I'm not sure how long I stand there. It could have been minutes or hours. But he hands me a t-shirt and sweatpants that I've never seen him wear. The man is always dressed like he's on the cover of GQ.

But he's currently standing in front of me, wild wet hair and a t-shirt that fits his broad, muscular chest like a second skin. My eyes slide down and he's wearing matching sweat pants and his feet are bare.

I've never liked men's feet. But for some reason, Jeremy's are kinda sexy and I'm wondering if I'm having some kind of stroke.

Surely, I've completely lost my mind. Why the hell am I getting hot over some guy's toes?