by Jade, Ashley
Woah. I know he’s upset, but this is…excessive.
“I’m not stupid. I—”
Disgust mars his features as he looks me up and down. “What the fuck are you wearing? That dress is so short I can practically see your pussy.” His eyes darken when they connect with mine. “You look like a goddamn slut.”
My stomach twists at his words and I expel a breath that hurts.
I thought I looked nice.
“You know what? Forget it. I’ll find my own ride home.”
I pull up the Uber app on my phone because I don’t want to be anywhere near him right now.
I start to walk away, but his fingers wrap around my wrist, halting me. “Wait.”
“For what? You to tell me I’m stupid again?”
“I was wrong.”
The genuine remorse in his eyes tells me he means it, but still.
What he said hurt. A lot.
I try to get away again, but my crutches and his iron-clad grip on my wrist make it impossible.
“Look at me, Bourne.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t want to.”
It hurts too much.
He closes what little distance there is between us, cupping my cheekbone. “I’m sorry.”
I glare at him. “You called me a slut.”
“I’m an asshole. A stupid, jealous asshole.” Leaning his forehead against mine, he whispers, “I’m trash…and you’re perfect. I feel like I’m constantly waiting for the day when you wake up and realize what a mistake being with me is.”
Turns out his little self-fulfilling prophecy just came true. “Well, congrats. That just happened.”
I try to walk away again but he tightens his grip. “I fucked up, Bianca. But it will never happen again. I promise.”
Every fiber in me is telling me to forgive him, but there’s a little, nagging voice in my head that can’t help but wonder if this is a warning of some sort.
“One more chance,” he urges, as if sensing my internal dilemma. “Give me one more fucking chance.”
I can feel my heart caving. “Stone—”
“Please.” He frames my face with his hands. “I don’t want to lose you.”
I don’t want to lose him either.
He’s the only good thing to come out of this horrible situation.
Besides, the way he was before isn’t like him. At all.
Everyone makes mistakes.
“Tell me I didn’t lose you.” His eyes are pleading, imploring me not to end what we have. “Tell me we aren’t over.”
“We aren’t over,” I whisper.
Because the heart wants what it wants.
Chapter 28
“He used to hit her,” Stone whispers.
We’re lying in his bed, a tangled mess of arms and limbs wrapped around one another.
My fingers which were stroking his stomach pause. “Who?”
Eyes closing, he inhales deeply. “My dad.” Despair mixed with rage colors his voice. “Sometimes he’d beat her so bad my mom would be covered in bruises for weeks…a few times he even broke her arm.”
My heart thunders against my chest, hard and painful.
Not only for Stone’s mom who had to endure something so brutal and awful, but for Stone who also had to experience it.
It makes even more sense why they’re so close.
“I’m so sorry.”
He looks down at me. “Tonight scared me because I sounded exactly like him.”
My stomach does a strange, sick lurch.
He tips my chin. “But I’m gonna make sure that never happens again.” His lips find my forehead. “Because I care about you. So fucking much.”
I believe him.
I also can’t help but wonder. “You said your dad’s in jail, right?”
“Yeah.”
The thought of him getting out and hurting Stone’s mom again doesn’t sit well with me. “When does he get out?”
“Not for another two years.” His expression turns stony. “Given all the shit they found in his car when they arrested him, I’m surprised he didn’t get more.”
“What shit?”
“He was a drug dealer,” he spits. “A lowlife fucking drug dealer.”
That’s definitely news to me. “Oh.”
His fingers clench into a fist. “I hate drug dealers…almost as much as I hate him.” He cuts his gaze to mine. “The day after he got arrested, I told my mom I wanted to become a doctor. This way I could always take care of her and my family the right way.”
And that’s just one of the many reasons I gravitate to him like a moth to a flame.
Stone could have taken the same path his father did, but he didn’t.
He’s one of the good ones.
Reaching up, I run my hand along his jaw. “For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you for not following in his footsteps.”
He presses his lips to mine. “That means a lot.”
Skimming my nose along his neck, I breathe him in. “You mean a lot to me.”
He kisses me again, slow and deep.
Tingles zip up my spine as he slides his palm up my thigh. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
A low groan escapes him when his hand dips inside my panties.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“More,” I utter, bucking my hips.
He plunges two fingers inside me.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he groans, working them faster.
My eyes flutter closed against the pressure. It feels so good.
So fucking good.
“Oh, G—” An image of Hayley infiltrates my mind and I bolt up. “Hayley.”
I need to find a way to get rid of that video.
Stone is understandably confused. “What—”
“Do you have a computer I can use?”
He gestures to the small laptop on his desk in the far corner of the room. “Yeah, sure. But why do you need one right now?”
Forgoing my crutches, I take a seat at his desk and flip open his laptop. “What’s your favorite porn site?”
Given he’s an eighteen-year-old guy, he’s the perfect person to ask.
He looks even more confused as he motions to his raging hard-on. “Trust me, what we were doing got my cock rock hard. You’re hotter than any porn out there.”
I’d laugh if it wasn’t such a dire situation. “That’s not why I was asking.” I look down at the floor. “I had another flashback at the party.”
“What happened?”
I don’t want to tell him because I don’t want him to judge me, but I need someone to confide in.
“It was bad,” I warn him. “Really bad.”
His expression turns serious. “Bianca, whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Taking a deep breath, I lay it all out there. “As usual, I only have bits and pieces to go on, but from what I gather, Hayley and I were making out at some party and I led her upstairs to hook up.”
Safe to say I have Stone’s undivided attention.
“Okay, so you hooked up with a girl…again. No big deal.”
“Hooking up with a girl isn’t the problem,” I interject. “Me intentionally seducing and then tricking her is.” I close my eyes because I can’t bear to look at him while I tell him the next part. “I made her masturbate in front of me, and while her eyes were closed and she was…you know, into it, I recorded her.” I swallow hard. “And then I uploaded the video to a bunch of porn sites.”
Standing, Stone runs a hand over his scalp. “Damn. That’s…”
My insides coil with shame. “Completely fucked up.”
“Yeah…yeah, it is.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “But that was the old Bianca.” His gaze collides with mine. “It’s not who you are anymore.”
He’s right…but still.
“I know.” I turn my attention back to his laptop. “But I need to find all the porn sites where I uploaded the video and delete them.”
/> It’s the right thing to do.
“Okay, well, the biggest porn site is Pornhub.”
I quickly type the name into the search engine, ignoring all the boobs and vaginas that pop up on the screen. “There’s a login.” I look at him. “I’m guessing that’s how one would upload a video?”
Stone blinks. “I mean, I have no experience uploading videos. I just watch them—never mind, that’s not important.” He shrugs. “Login and see what happens.”
I start to type in my email then pause, my mind going blank. “I have a problem.”
“What?”
“I can’t remember my password.”
Luckily Jace was able to reset all my passwords for my email and social media sites back when he fixed my laptop, but I’m guessing old Bianca wasn’t stupid enough to use her regular email for this.
It would be too easy to track back to her…us.
God, I hate this.
“I don’t know what to do.” My shoulders slump in defeat. “There’s no way I can fix this if I don’t know what email I used and what my password would be.” I snap my fingers when it comes to me. “There’s a search engine on the site. Maybe I can just type in her name or something like, young, hot blonde masturbates—”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work.” His gaze turns inward. “First, I doubt you used Hayley’s actual name in the subject of the video. And two—if you type young, hot blonde masturbates or any variation of that into the search engine, you’re going to get thousands of hits. It will take you weeks to sort through them all.” He huffs out a humorless laugh. “Plus, if you do manage to find it, there’s no guarantee the site owners will respond to your email or take the video down.” He exhales long and deep. “As much as I hate to say it because I know how much you want to fix this, you’re better off letting it go.”
I hate this. So fucking much.
“I’m a really shitty person.”
“You aren’t,” Stone argues. “The old you was.”
Fair enough, but it doesn’t make me feel better about what I did.
Or make anything less confusing.
“Speaking of the past, I still don’t understand why I was with her that night when I apparently hated he—”
I stop talking because a thumbnail on the bottom of his computer screen snags my attention.
It’s a little grainy…but it’s definitely me.
My mouth drops open when I click on it and a video of me lying on the hood of Morgan’s car with my legs spread open while she goes down on me begins to play.
A million different emotions hit me at once. None of them good.
“What the hell, Stone?”
His eyes widen. “I can explain that.”
I spin around to face him. “I threw your phone in the water. How do you still have this?”
I thought I destroyed it.
He looks sheepish. “I emailed the video to myself before you did.”
I’m not sure how to feel about this.
Actually, I do.
Despite this being the pot calling the kettle black and karma for what I did to Hayley, I’m pissed.
Old Bianca might deserve this, but I don’t.
“Why the fuck would you—”
“Because I wanted to keep it.”
I glare at him.
“For myself,” he stresses. “Not to send to anyone else, I swear.”
Still doesn’t make any sense to me. “Why the—”
“I jerk off to it, all right?” he snaps, the tips of his ears turning pink. “And I get why you’re upset, but no one else has ever seen it.” He looks me in the eyes. “That’s the God’s honest truth.”
Well that’s…interesting.
“I thought you hated me…you know, before the accident.”
At least that’s the impression I got from our first meeting.
The one I can remember.
I did.” Arms crossing over his chest, he plops back down on the bed. “But I also wanted you.” His lids lower. “Badly.”
Oh. “Really?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Yeah.”
I probably shouldn’t be so turned on that he kept a video of me he had no right to film, but I can’t help myself.
Images of Stone getting himself off to me is…hot.
Really hot.
Reaching for the hem of my dress, I slip it over my head until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties. “Ever think about me stripping for you?”
He licks his lips. “Sometimes.”
Slowly, I saunter over to him. “What about my mouth on your cock?”
There’s a sharp intake of breath. “Bianca—”
I undo the clasps of my bra and let it fall to the floor. I should probably be embarrassed, but the way Stone’s looking at me right now—like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen—fills me with a confidence I didn’t know I had.
A low, tortured groan leaves him as he reaches up and squeezes my breast. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
I’m not, but he makes me feel like I am.
Sinking to my knees, I tug down his zipper and pull him out.
He’s hard and ready for me.
I give him a slow, teasing jerk. “Tell me what else you think about when it comes to me.”
“Just typical fantasies.” He visibly swallows. “You and I…you know.”
No, I don’t. But I want to.
Lowering my head, I lick the pearlescent drop of liquid off his crown. “Can you be more specific?”
I want to hear all the dirty, hot words roaming through his mind.
He groans as I lick his length. “What you’re doing now…I think about that.”
Stretching my mouth over the wide head of his dick, I moan, sending vibrations pulsing through him.
Stone nearly lurches off the bed. “Fuck.”
Taking him as deep as I can, I peer up at him.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasps as he humps my face. “You’re so fucking good.” His movements speed up. “So fucking go—”
Salty liquid fills my mouth, and unlike last time, I swallow.
“Shit.” Out of breath, he collapses against the bed, but not before I venture into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting...” He cups my cheek. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
Shaking my head, I nuzzle against his chest.
I just want him to hold me.
Because the past…all the bad things I’ve ever done...
None of it matters when I’m with him.
Chapter 29
Sunlight streams through a crack in the curtain, rousing me from my slumber.
Panic shoots up my spine as I take in my surroundings.
“Shit.”
I can’t believe I fell asleep here.
I quickly nudge Stone who’s still sleeping beside me. “Wake up.”
Springing off his futon, I search for my clothes.
Yawning, he rubs his sleepy eyes. “What time is it?”
My gaze roams to the clock on the nightstand as I shimmy into my dress from last night. “Just after six a.m.”
Which means Sawyer is probably still sleeping and won’t be able to pick me up.
A quick glimpse at my phone tells me Jace called three times last night, Cole called once, and Sawyer texted me twice asking if I was spending the night with “Mercedes.”
Crap.
Stone pats the empty space beside him. “In that case, come back to bed.”
I gape at him. “Are you crazy? I need you to drive me home.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” I grab my crutches that are leaning on the wall beside his bed. “There might still be time to sneak inside without my brothers realizing I never came home.”
Then again, Liam and I were always the late sleepers while Jace and Cole preferred to be up at the butt crack of dawn. Weirdos.
Jumping to his feet, Stone snatches his keys off the nightstand. “Let’s go.”
* * *
/> “It seems pretty quiet,” Stone notes as we pass my house. “I think it’s safe to pull into the driveway.”
“Don’t,” I hiss. “They might see you.” I shoot my gaze out the passenger window. “Park down the block.”
“You still need crutches to walk, Bianca,” he huffs. “I’m not parking down the block.”
I open my mouth to remind him that my crutches will be gone in a week, but there’s no use arguing.
The quicker I get inside and upstairs to my bedroom, the better.
Given the lights are still off and there’s no sign of activity going on in the house, now is the perfect time.
“Fine,” I relent. “Park in the driveway. But don’t stay and watch me walk inside. The second I’m out of the vehicle you need to flip this bitch in reverse and gun it.”
His lips twitch. “Got it, Brian O’Conner.”
“Brian O’Conner?”
He looks at me like I’m a space cadet. “Fast and Furious.”
Still not understanding. “Fast and Furious?”
Sighing, he pulls into my driveway. “We really need to work on your movie—”
“What the actual fuck is going on?” Cole roars.
Oh, shit.
I turn my head to face a very sweaty and very irate Cole who looks like he just got finished running a marathon.
Not waiting for a response, he brings his cell to his ear. “Jace, get the fuck out here now. Bianca just pulled up with Stone fucking DaSilva.”
Goddammit.
I roll down my window. “Relax, Cole. It’s not—”
He pounds on the hood. “I swear to God if you hurt her, I will kill you.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Stone looks offended. “I would never hurt—”
“What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister, DaSilva?” A shirtless and shoeless Jace booms as he flies down the driveway. “You got a motherfucking death wish, bitch?”
It’s safe to say the shit has officially hit the fan.
Stone’s hand clenches around his steering wheel. “Nope, I don’t have a death wish.” He must though because he grins. “I was simply dropping my girlfriend off at her house.”
“Stone,” I snap.
“What?” he says as I step out of his car. “They were going to find out about us soon, Bianca. You said it yourself.”