“Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a cock, Demi?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the thick base.
My wide eyes shoot up to meet his, and this time I do blush, telling him what he already knew.
He gives me that smug smile that I fucking hate. The one that makes his blue eyes dance with mischief and my belly flop. “Spread your legs,” he orders.
My bended knees begin to shake. I should have had another drink.
He lets go of his dick and steps up to the bed. Placing his hands on my knees, he slowly pushes them apart.
I fall onto my back, and my hands come up to cover my face. My entire body is shaking uncontrollably. Even the alcohol can’t help mask my fear and embarrassment of what is to come.
His hands leave my knees and travel up my thighs. They firmly spread them farther until I’m completely exposed to him.
This is where I’m nothing like Becky. I lack experience and confidence. I have never felt more vulnerable and turned on at the same time. I’m ashamed because I’m completely wet for him. And the lights are on, allowing him to see every inch of me.
His thumb slides over my pussy, and I moan loudly.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says softly.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly going dry. I wish I would have known this was going to happen. I would have put some music on so he wouldn’t have to hear my heavy breathing.
“Has a man ever eaten your pussy, Demi?”
Dear Lord! I’m going to come at the sound of my name and pussy being mentioned in the same sentence. “No,” I mumble my answer.
His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me toward him. I remove my hands from my face and cry out in surprise as my ass now hangs off the edge of the bed. “Deke …”
“Unless you’re telling me to stop, I don’t wanna hear it.” He growls.
I watch his eyes trail down over my chest; the only thing I wear is a black bra. And it’s not even pretty or flattering in any way. He didn’t get the chance to remove it. Not like I have much to show, though. They continue their assault, raking over my stomach and pussy. When he drops to his knees, my breath gets stuck in my lungs.
He places my shaking knees over his shoulders. My wide eyes go to my bedroom door. I didn’t lock it. “What if someone comes in?” I ask in a panic.
“Let them watch me eat you out, baby,” he says, not sharing my concern.
“Deke …” I protest, but he leans forward, and my words die as I feel his mouth touch where no man has before.
“Oh, God.” My hands grip the comforter.
His fingers dig into my hips, and I buck them when I feel his tongue enter me.
He grips me tighter, pulling me closer to his face, and I close my eyes at the pure pleasure of his tongue touching me in the most intimate way.
My legs tighten on his head, my back arches, and I start to pant as a fire runs up my back. Then I feel a pulsing between my legs, and it travels up through my body. I’m screaming his name as what can only be described as an energy rush reaches my head and explodes.
DEKE
I stand and lick what’s left of her from my lips. She lies before me, shaking uncontrollably with her back arched and her eyes closed. Her lips are parted, and she is panting.
Fuck, she looks beautiful.
I had planned to come and hurt her, to remind her who the fuck she’s dealing with, but I couldn’t do it. I had brought my bag since I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it. Make her bleed? Leave her restrained again? Carve my fucking name in her ass? I didn’t know which plan of action was the best one.
But the moment she entered her room, all I could think was to get her naked and underneath me. I saw how turned on she was. How much she still wanted me. Last time I was drunk and a fucking idiot, so I didn’t ease into it. I just fucked her like she was the same whore her sister is.
Demi deserved better for her first time.
I reach out, grab her hand, and yank her to a sitting position. As she looks up at me with heavy eyes, I remove her bra. Her hands go to my stomach, and they roam my body, exploring every inch of what I work hard to achieve. Being a swimmer keeps me in shape, but even at eighteen, I have to spend a lot of time in the gym due to my bad eating habits and alcohol consumption. But I have no problem working as hard as I play.
I remove her loose ponytail, and her long blond hair falls over her shoulders. I push it back, exposing her chest to me. Her pretty pink nipples harden as I run my thumbs over them.
“Scoot back and lie down,” I order, dropping my hand to stroke my cock. It’s been hard since the moment she entered her room with an attitude that I wanted to fuck out of her.
She does as I say, and her still shaking legs fall open without me having to say a word. I smile. She’s already learning.
I crawl onto the bed.
“Is this why you came here?” She licks her lips. “To fuck me?”
“Why else would I be here?” I arch a brow, centering myself between her parted legs.
“To hurt me,” she answers breathlessly.
I place my hands on either side of her head and lower my lips to her ear. “Oh, I have every intention of hurting you.”
Lie. If I wanted to do her any harm, I would have done it the moment she stepped foot into her room. Caught her off guard and taken advantage of a situation I knew I could win. I never act without knowing the outcome.
“Good.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “I thought you were going soft.”
My eyes roam her face, and I watch as her soft features harden just a bit. Her orgasm is wearing off—fading away. The only reminder that I’m not a fucking douche quickly diminishes. And that urge to hurt her returns. I rack my brain, trying to think of what I could do to her. How I could make her remember that what she did was wrong. She crossed me. I wanted her, and she only used me. Was any of it real? I doubt it. And I hate that I fell for it so easily again.
“You look like you’re trying to decide if you want to choke me to death or fuck me.” She taunts me as if I’m not onto her.
I can read her like a book. One that I want to rip the pages out of and burn to ashes. A story left to never be told again. It’d be a tragedy, but one she earned with too many pages filled with lies.
I slide my right hand into her hair and jerk her head back to force her to look up at the ceiling. I lean down, lowering my voice to a dark whisper. “What if I said I want to do both?”
It’s what I do to her in my dreams. When she tells me to pretend she’s Becky, and she’ll pretend to love me. It’s so fucked up, but nothing about this is sane. Ever since I touched her at Silence, we’ve been hiding who we really are.
A beautiful mess and a demon.
I have killed, and she has lied. We are exactly what we should stay away from, yet here we are.
“Are you going to fight me?” I ask, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells of vanilla, and it makes my mouth water. Becky’s always smelled of strawberries.
“That depends on which option you choose,” she answers breathlessly.
I smile against her neck. “Well, princess, I already have you naked underneath me, legs spread wide, and my lips still taste of your cunt. But …” I pull away and run my free hand up her chest to wrap around her neck. “If I sit here and choke the life out of your pretty eyes, you’ll fight?” I’m not sure which one sounds more appealing.
Becky never allowed me to be rough. She always told me she wanted me to be my best self. And I believed that fucking bullshit. She didn’t change for me; I should have never tried to pretend with her.
She looks up at me the best she can since my right hand is still holding her head back by her hair. “You think I have pretty eyes?”
I can’t help but chuckle. Of course, that’s what she takes from what I said. “You know I think you’re gorgeous,” I say honestly.
There’s nothing wrong with admitting that to her or myself. Over the past week, I’ve noticed the difference between Demi and
Becky in their looks. Demi is more of a natural beauty while Becky is just all-out fake. Demi’s blue eyes hold more truth and anger. She carries herself differently. She doesn’t need to dress like a slut to get attention, and she doesn’t need the world to bow at her feet. No, Demi doesn’t need anyone, and that’s what draws me to her. To need someone is a weakness, and I want to see her need me desperately. Like her life depends on it.
Her lips part, and I feel her pulse race against my hand.
“But don’t think that will stop me from hurting you,” I warn, my hand tightening on her throat as a warning. She can still breathe, though. I don’t want the fun to start too soon.
“Maybe I want you to hurt me.”
My eyes narrow as I press my hard cock to her dripping pussy in warning. I was so rough with her two nights ago in Becky’s bed. She has to still be sore. “Did I hurt you the other night?” I ask. She had cried. At the time it didn’t register until she sent me the message that I took her virginity.
“Yes.” She licks her lips.
“And?” I ask, not liking her simple answer. I’m sure as shit not going to apologize because she should have told me.
Swallowing against my hand, she whispers, “I liked it.”
“Demi.” I growl. She’s playing with me. This is another one of her fucking tricks. This is where she’s just like her sister.
She places her hands on my chest. “Is that what you want, Deke? To hurt me?”
“Yes.” No. Fuck! Do I want to hurt her? I’m not sure what I want right now. So much has happened over the past couple of days that I can’t even think straight.
Her hands drop to her sides, and she whispers, “Then do it.”
“Is this why you’re with Seth?” The thought of him makes me want to punch him in the goddamn face and choke her out. “You piss him off, so he’ll hurt you?”
She lets out a laugh, so pure that her body shakes underneath me. “I found another thing I like about you.”
I release her hair and neck, placing my fisted hands on either side of her face, then I ask, “What’s that?”
“Your jealousy,” she answers, licking her lips.
“I’m not—”
“Liar.” She cuts me off. “But Seth isn’t here, Deke. It’s just you and me. So there’s only one thing you need to ask.”
I’m afraid to ask her anything. Demi has this way of pushing me. I always seem to be off my game around her. I don’t like it.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” She finally asks when I don’t.
The words piss me off more than they should because she’s right. I am jealous. Demi doesn’t belong to me. She belongs to Seth. Just like Becky never belonged to me. And I refuse to go down that road again with another Holt Ice Princess.
I lift my right hand and run my knuckles down her soft cheek and lie just like she does to me. “You may be gorgeous, baby, but your sister is the one I plan on fucking tonight.”
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I enter the dark house and drop my bag at the front door. Thankfully, Austin put that damn Halloween decoration up in the attic, so I no longer have to hear it go off when I walk by. I grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the junk drawer in the kitchen and make my way to the back patio.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, seeing Cole in the pool doing laps. No surprise there.
He pushes the wet hair from his face. “Needed to relieve some stress.”
“Austin still mad at you?”
He nods his head. “She locked herself in Lilly’s room for the evening.”
I snort and light my cigarette. Guess that talk earlier didn’t go so well for him. “I’m surprised that stopped you.” A locked door isn’t going to keep him away from her.
“Oh, her ass is gonna be in our bed when she wakes up in the morning,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I’ll make sure to leave early.” I take a drag and lean back in the lounge chair.
“How did things go with Demi?”
I grunt. “Well, I left her in her bed naked and wet.” After I got her off.
“Sounds like we both have some groveling to do.”
“I can go get pussy anywhere.” I give him a smug smile. “You’re the one who is limited.”
“But you want Demi’s.”
The smile drops off my face, and I take another drag. “I’m not going to touch her. Again.” I’ve made up my mind. We’ve both overstepped a line, and I’m drawing a new one. It’s over.
I change the subject. “Heard anything from Bennett?”
“I spoke to him a couple of hours ago, and he hasn’t got any leads on Evan Scott.”
“He once said that when Austin stole Jerrold’s laptop, there was shit there that he missed.” I growl.
Austin had dared Bennett to steal Jerrold’s laptop and that also gave us access to all the bank accounts to JJ’s Properties—Jeff and Jerrold’s businesses. Bennett syphoned all the millions combined from those accounts, and we split it equally between us. But what Bennett almost missed was that it also held details revealing that his brother Jeff—the guy we were killing the night Austin found us in the cemetery—had been paid by Bruce, Austin’s dad, to tamper with the brakes on Cole’s car, which ultimately led to the accident that killed three of our friends.
“Do you believe him?” he asks.
I take a drag of the cigarette and slowly blow the smoke out. “I think that whoever is behind it is smart. And they have help.” He frowns. “It’s gotta be more than one person.”
“What makes you say that?”
“A hunch,” I answer. “And Austin had mentioned us having enemies in Collins. She wasn’t wrong. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Someone back in Collins is helping someone here ’cause no one here knows what all we’ve done in the past.”
“Except for us, Demi, and Becky. The girls admitted that they read Austin’s journal.”
“Yeah, but we don’t know what all was written in there. And she hasn’t had it since she was shot. And they knew that we killed Kellan.” His name was marked out in red.
“But that was all over the news.” He shrugs. “People thought I killed him. They just couldn’t prove it.”
Five months ago
I called the cops on our way to Bruce’s from the clubhouse. But I didn’t disclose that Kellan was involved. I gave an anonymous tip that there was a homicide at the Lowes’ residence, then hung up. When we arrived, Austin was lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, and Kellan was leaning against the countertop. Cole told me to remove him from the scene because he didn’t want the cops getting to him first. So, I brought him up to the abandoned cemetery behind the Lowes estate, making sure I didn’t leave a trail of blood. Kellan doesn’t deserve to be behind bars. What little life he has left is up to Cole.
Cole reaches down and grabs Kellan’s ankle, dragging him across the uneven ground. Even though we are too far from the Lowes’ residence and no one can hear him, Cole drops his ankle and then straddles him, placing his hand over Kellan’s mouth to quiet him.
“I’m not even going to ask you why.” His bloodied chest rises and falls quickly as he sucks in breaths through clenched teeth. “Because it doesn’t fucking matter.” Then he punches him in the face. Kellan opens his mouth to cry, but Cole does it again. And again.
I don’t stop him. Or offer him any help. When Cole is in this kind of mood, you just stand back and thank God you’re not the guy he plans on destroying. He used to do this for sport, but ever since Jeff, things have escalated to murder. And I don’t hold him back. If anything, I encourage him.
He comes to a stop and falls off Kellan as though he was functioning solely on adrenaline, and it just ran out. Cole sits on a patch of dead grass next to him, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Pulling his knees up, he places his elbows on them and drops his forehead into his open, bloody hands. They’re shaking. His entire body is.
I take a step toward him to make sure he’s okay but t
hen stop myself. This isn’t like all the other times. No matter how much Kellan has betrayed us, he was still one of our best friends at one time. But now he has tried to kill the love of Cole’s life. And by the amount of Austin’s blood covering him, I would say Kellan succeeded, causing my chest to tighten for him. For Becky. I’m gonna have to break my girlfriend’s heart and tell her that her best friend is dead.
“She was …” Cough. “Always going to die,” Kellan chokes out. “The game …”
Cole lifts his head slowly, blood now covering his face, and he opens his eyes. He stares at Kellan for a long moment, and I see the fire raging in them. I’ve seen it so many times, and I know how explosive they can get. Then he kicks him in the face.
“Fuck the game!” he roars.
Kellan’s head snaps back, and I hear bones breaking. For a moment, I think Cole broke his neck. But then Kellan releases a strangled moan, and I realize it was just his jaw. His bloody hands come up to cover his busted face. He sobs into them like the little bitch he is.
“You’re the only one who is dying tonight,” Cole snaps. “She’s alive. And she’s gonna stay that way.”
“Naaa … Pwe … ase …”
It’s hard to understand his words with a broken jaw.
Cole finally looks up at me. His chest rising and falling fast. “Call Shelby.”
I scramble to remove my phone from my pocket. When she answers, I place it on speaker. “Are you at the hospital?” I ask in greeting.
“Deke? What are you …?”
“Are you at the fucking hospital?” I bark out. Austin’s alive for now. But how long will she stay that way?
“Yes,” she snaps.
“Austin is on her way. She’s been shot.”
“What?” She gasps. “What the hell, Deke? Cole shot her?”
“I don’t have time to go through this with you again!” She always thinks the worst when it comes to him. “I’m calling you ’cause Cole isn’t family, and he’s gonna need updates. So fucking update me!” Then I hang up before she can say anything else.
Kellan coughs before turning onto his left side. Blood runs from his mouth and nose. His face is busted. “I’m … sowwwy,” he cries out.
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