“Unluckily so, yes.” I half-laugh, but keep my eyes on Colson, noticing the slight tilt of his head as he notices the guy beside me. He’s watching closely, as if ready to swoop in if needed any minute.
“There’s nothing unlucky about looking the way you do.” It’s quiet for a moment, before he adds. “Are you here with Colson Bennett? Is that why he’s looking at me with murderous eyes?”
I smile and finally turn beside me to see a cute blond guy covered in ink. He’s got that whole skater vibe going on, which makes me think he’s Paxton’s cousin Ridge that came with him tonight. He just moved here with his younger brother a few months ago, but I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to meet him yet.
“Yeah.” I tilt back my drink, emptying half of it. “I’m here with him.” I’m not sure why I said it. I’m not with him. But he is the one that invited me, after all. Maybe I just won’t talk to any cute guys. I’m dealing with enough of them already.
“Then we’ll just pretend I didn’t walk over here and ask a stupid question.” He flashes me one of the cutest smiles I’ve ever seen, before lifting his cup to me. “Enjoy the party. I’m going to find my cousin. Nice to meet you. Well, sort of.”
“Nice to meet you too.” I laugh as he spins around and walks away.
When I turn back around Colson is gone and Blaire is standing behind me with her lips to her cup. “I love this song!” She holds her cup in front of her and starts dancing. “I can’t believe how many people are here. I haven’t been to a party this crowded since I was seventeen.”
“Yeah,” I say, my attention elsewhere as I scan the crowd in search of Colson. “Where’s Paxton?” I ask, uninterested.
“Probably fighting to get a drink. The line is crazy long now.” She smiles and points across the room. “There’s Annabelle. I haven’t seen her since graduation. I’m gonna go say hi. You coming?”
I lift my half-empty cup. “I need a refill. It might be a while.”
“Get me one too, yeah?”
“Sure thing.” I wait until she walks away before I down the rest of my drink and lean against the wall, annoyed at myself that I can’t stop looking for Colson. He’s likely in a different room, but then I get the feeling someone is watching me. I glance in the direction of the couch to find him leaning against it, his heated gaze taking me in. The longer he looks at me, the faster my heart beats and the weaker I become, the memories of his mouth between my legs causing me to sweat. And those fingers around his cup. The same ones that were inside of me not too long ago.
“I need to go,” I finally tell myself, before handing my empty cup to a random person and pushing my way through the crowded room, feeling as if I’m suffocating. I can’t take one more second of Colson’s eyes on me. Not without wanting something I shouldn’t. I just broke up with his brother for fuck’s sake. It’s been less than a week.
Once outside, I close the door behind me and take a moment to catch my breath. Why the fuck can’t I breathe around him? This isn’t supposed to happen.
Right as I’m about to walk away to find Blaire, Travis’s apartment door opens and Colson steps out into the hall. His heated gaze roams over my body, his chest rising and falling just as fast as mine as he takes a step toward me. “You came.”
“I wasn’t going to, but here I am.” I take a step back, fighting to keep my shit together. “Your sister talked me into it. It was a bad idea to come.”
“Yet you came anyway. Good,” he whispers the last part, before coming at me, backing me against his apartment door. His hard body against mine has me losing all sense, the words that follow not helping any. “I need you, Kennedy.” He pins my arms above my head, his erection digging into me. “Feel that?”
“I can’t, Colson,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut as if not looking at him is going to save me. “I just broke up with Dax. Please,” I beg, feeling my willpower dissolve when his lips brush along my neck. “Let me walk away.”
“I can’t.” His right hand moves down to grip my face, squeezing as he roughly bites my bottom lip and tugs. “I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this. I need to be inside of you. Now.”
“I need to leave. Now.” I shove his chest with my free hand, but the next thing I know, the door behind me opens and he backs me inside, before slamming it shut behind us. He immediately backs me against it again, his body blocking me in.
“We both know that’s not what you want. Is it?” When I don’t respond, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, before gently biting it. The way his heated gaze locks on mine as he grips my throat has me swallowing hard, because I know there’s no way I’ll be able to walk away now. “I didn’t think so.” With a growl, his lips capture mine as he lifts me up the door and wraps my legs around his waist.
Completely lost in the moment and unable to control my urges, I kiss him back as if I need his mouth to breathe. Right now, I feel like I do.
With one hand, he moves in between us to undo his jeans, before yanking his shirt over his head. For one split second I consider stopping him, but that one second isn’t enough to convince me I don’t want this. Not nearly enough.
I suck in a breath and throw my head against the door when he moves my panties to the side and I feel his thick head at my entrance. He eases inside of me, growling into my mouth as he enters me inch by inch, as if taking his time to savor every moment.
“Colson,” I pant, digging my nails into his shoulders once he’s buried all the way inside of me. “Don’t move yet,” I whisper. “I need a second.”
He smiles against my lips, my words confirmation of what he already suspected. But he keeps his thoughts to himself, kissing me instead.
I get lost in his kiss, his mouth making me forget the pain between my thighs enough for him to slowly ease his way back out and in a few times, stretching me for him. It feels so good. He feels so good.
I moan out and bite his bottom lip when he thrusts into me a little harder and deeper this time. He must take that as me being ready, because his thrusts become deeper and harder until he’s fucking me farther up the door each time he enters me. It’s so rough and controlling and I’ve never been more turned on.
I don’t know how this man is good at everything that he does, but holy hell, I could die in his arms from pleasure right now. His perfect rhythm. The way he moves his hips with each thrust. His sexy mouth controlling mine, nibbling and sucking at just the right moments as if he knows when I’m about to moan for him.
He’s ruining me for all other men, right here, right now.
“You’re mine,” he grits against my ear, burying himself deep and stopping. “Mine, Kennedy. Not my fucking brother’s.” He pulls out and thrusts back inside, gripping my chin so that I’ll look at him. “You need to know that.”
I nod and dig my nails deeper into his flesh, no doubt leaving marks on his skin. The idea of my mark on him only makes me hotter. When he’s riding around shirtless on his skateboard, all the girls fantasizing about him, it’s going to be my marks claiming him.
“So fucking mine,” he repeats against my lips.
“I’m yours.” The words slip from my mouth, unable to stop them in the heat of the moment. I just want him to keep going. My body needs him to. “I belong to you.”
“Fuck!” Next thing I know he’s pulling me away from the door and walking me across the room to the kitchen, sitting me on top of the island. It lines up perfectly with his waist. “I need this goddamn dress to come off.”
He swallows, eyes on me as he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it aside. Moving to my bra next, he undoes it with one hand, using the other to move the straps down my shoulders until it falls free. The only thing left is my panties. His breathing deepens as he lowers them down my body, and with every strike of air against my skin my insides are melting into molten lava. I love the way he wants me. The way he needs me.
Once my panties are out of the way, he grips my thighs with both hands and bites my inner thigh so ro
ugh that I scream out and yank at his hair. “So goddamn beautiful. Look down.” I do as he says and watch as he grabs his dick and slowly eases inside of me, the sight of his dick entering me the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Watching me watch him fuck me, he grips my throat again and slowly pulls out before yanking me back to him hard. He pauses for only a moment before he thrusts into me over and over again, his hard body taking me until I’m screaming out his name as I come for him.
“Fuck, I could get used to that,” he says as his thumb traces my bottom lip, before he replaces it with his mouth, “feeling you squeeze my dick every day when I make you come for me. There’s no better feeling.”
Unable to speak just yet, I pant against his neck and squeeze my legs around his waist, letting him know that I’m ready for more. I’m sensitive, every move causing my muscles to contract, but the sensations of him inside me feel too good for him to stop. Not until he comes for me. I need him to come for me.
Moving his hand up my body, he grips my throat again and slowly eases in and out of me, keeping his rhythm, before alternating and taking me hard and fast now, not stopping until he’s filling me with his release, our satisfied moans filling each other’s mouths.
He wraps his arms around me, and the way he holds me as if he doesn’t want to let go, has all kinds of emotions flooding through me. As I process the thought of him pulling away, I realize I don’t want him to. I’m falling for Colson Bennett, and there’s nothing stopping it; not even me just breaking up with his brother. That’s the scariest part of all.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whisper the moment he grabs a towel to clean me off. “And without a condom. Shit, Colson. What were we thinking?”
I run my hands over my face in shame, but he pulls them away and forces me to look at him. “I’m clean,” he says. “This is my first time without a condom. You never have to worry with me.”
“Me too,” I say, his eyes widening in surprise. “Not only did I sleep with you, Colson. But I slept with you without a condom. I’ve never done that with your brother. Clearly, I can’t think when I’m around you.” I reach for my clothes, panic setting in. “I saw you and I wanted you and I didn’t think any further than that. Do you see how that’s a problem?”
He shakes his head and reaches for my hand when I jump down from the counter to grab my panties. “No. I don’t. You should get what you want, Kennedy, and not what you think you should want. You don’t need to push me away just because of my brother. Take what you want.”
“I need to go, Colson. Your sister is probably wondering where I’m at. She was supposed to come right back and here I am in your fucking apartment.” I pull my hand from his. “Tell your sister I went home sick. I can’t face her tonight. Not after just breaking up with Dax and jumping into bed with you. It was too fast. I should’ve been thinking more clearly.”
“Kennedy, wait.”
“No. This—what just happened between us—is too much for me to take in right now. I just broke up with your brother days ago, not weeks or months ago.” I attempt to fix my hair, making my way to the door. “Let me be alone in my fucked-up thoughts tonight, Colson. I need you to let me do that without fighting me on it. I mean it.”
I can hardly walk to the door because my legs are still shaking from him being inside me, but I manage it anyway, slamming it shut behind me and looking around. Only a few people are in the hallway—none of them I recognize—so I hurry down the hall and make my escape before Blaire finds me panting in the hall.
I just had sex with Colson.
I could’ve stopped it if I’d wanted to. I didn’t have to go into his apartment with him and I did. I just had sex with my ex-boyfriend’s little brother in the same week I broke up with him and there’s no taking it back.
I’m officially a bitch; A selfish, insensitive one at that.
By the time I get home, my emotions are so high that I fall against the living room door and just sit here with my head in my hands and my stomach in knots.
I’ve been in a shit mood ever since Kennedy left last night. I finally got her where I wanted her, finally claimed her as mine, and she took off as if being with me was a sin.
I can’t begin to explain the ache that filled my chest at seeing her walk out that door after finally having all of her for the first time. It took a lot of mental convincing for me not to chase her down the hallway and stop her before she could get too far. I get why she did it, though. I get that breaking up with my brother and jumping right into bed with me—or against my door and on the kitchen island to be exact—has her feeling guilty. Any good girl in her position would. They have history, but it doesn’t make it any easier for me; not by a long shot. This isn’t sudden on my end. I’ve wanted her more of my life than I haven’t.
I haven’t left my apartment since waking up this morning, trapped in my own hell, because I know leaving the safety of this place will lead me right to Kennedy’s doorstep, where she’ll more than likely push me away. I don’t know how much time she expects me to give her, but with the way I’m feeling right now, I can’t give her long even though I know I should.
Shit, it’s barely been sixteen hours since Kennedy walked away last night and I’m already dying to get to her. She’s probably at the bar by now, thinking about how she’s going to go back to avoiding me like she did when I first got back to town. I sure as fuck can’t handle that after having her the way I did.
Grabbing my phone and keys from the kitchen island, I step into the hall at the same time Jett Garrett is about to knock on Travis’s door. He turns behind him at the sound of me closing the door, his facial expression changing to less than thrilled once he sees me.
“So, you’re back for good now, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m back for good this time.” Looking at his face, I try not to smirk at noticing the slight crook of his nose. “I see you healed up nicely. Good for you, man.”
He nods and half-smiles. “The girls don’t seem to mind, so neither do I. No hard feelings, dude.”
Travis opens the door, looking as if he just woke up. “Shit. What time is it?”
“Almost five, fucker,” I point out. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Fuck!” He shuffles his hair, before stepping aside to give Jett space to walk inside. “Get in here. Tell me what you need while I’m getting ready. No bullshit either. Make it quick.”
“See ya,” Jett offers before stepping into Travis’s.
I expect Travis to go inside too, but instead, he steps outside and closes the door. “What the fuck?” he whispers. “Did you hook up with Kennedy last night?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask, trying to play it off for Kennedy’s sake.
“Dude. I saw you go after her last night and neither one of you returned to the party. Your sister kept asking around for her. Luckily, no one saw her dip into your apartment.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose. “What are you going to tell your brother?”
“I don’t have to tell him shit. They’re not together anymore.” I push away from the door.
“Whoa. Broken up for good? We all know that shit never lasts.”
“It will this time,” I say firmly, walking away.
Not only am I running late, but if I stand here for one more second listening to how my brother and Kennedy always ends up back together, I’ll lose my cool. I doubt the apartment manager will appreciate my fist through the wall.
I’m extra-tense on the drive to Dixie’s, thinking a little too hard about what Travis said. Breakup after breakup they’ve always gotten back together. It’s been inevitable. In order not to blow up, I remind myself repeatedly that was before me. It was before she even knew I wanted her, and far before she ever had me.
Once inside the food truck, I turn on the grill and deep fryer and wipe everything down better than usual. When five o’clock rolls around, I stare down at my phone trying to decide what to post on Dixie’s IG page, before sayin
g fuck it and not posting anything at all. I’ve got nothing tonight. Getting through this shift is going to be hard enough as it is without numerous girls on my nuts.
Even without my daily post, the food truck is steady for the first couple of hours. I don’t know what it is about my demeanor, but not even a third of the girls that come through hit on me. Apparently, I’m wearing my emotions well.
As soon as the first rush ends, I step outside and light up a smoke, my attention focused on the backdoor, waiting for it to open. Usually, Kennedy would’ve taken a break to secretly check on me by now. She would attempt to keep it a secret, at least, but I’ve caught her every single time.
Tonight, it’s different. Tonight, she doesn’t want to see me, and that fucking stings.
My chest aches knowing that Colson is right outside working the food truck. He showed up three hours ago, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve wanted to go outside since the moment he arrived.
Lately, when I’ve needed air, I’ve been going out back to steal glimpses of Colson working the food truck or skating in his downtime. But with the way I feel about him now—that ache deep in my chest to be with him—I need to stay away.
I never meant for last night to happen. Not so soon at least. I thought maybe with time, after things calmed down between Dax and I and our breakup wasn’t so new, that something could possibly happen with Colson. Slipping up and having sex with his brother within the same week was the biggest asshole move I could’ve made.
It doesn’t matter how incredible the sex was. Or that he made me feel things I’ve never felt before. It was wrong and I know he knows it too, whether he admits it or not.
I’ve been struggling all day to figure out how I’m going to manage Colson working here right now. I’m terrified that all it will take is us being alone together—any amount of time—for me to slip up with him again.
I asked him for time and told him I needed it. But with Colson, I have a feeling that’s not possible. He’s made it clear more than once that he’s waited too long and he’s tired of waiting. I’m not stupid enough to think I can resist him now. Not anymore.
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