Though my sister knew what was happening with Brandi and the rest of her friends, she never saw it for what it was. She blamed me. Acted annoyed, like I was playing with her toys. So, I assumed everyone else would treat it the same way. After all, isn’t it every puberty ridden boy’s fantasy to have a bunch of attractive older girls practice sex acts on him? What did it matter that I hated every single one of them and every single second of it? Who would’ve believed I was bullied and blackmailed into those things?
Violet’s hands tug at the hem of my shirt, and I chuckle as I allow her to rip it over my head. Her crystal eyes grow darker as her hands slide up my chest, and my dick grows harder as she practically purrs with excitement.
She turns all the darkness from my past into nothing more than shadows.
“Is my little saint feeling ravenous?” I taunt, pulling the ratted band tee she’s wearing off her tiny body.
She bites into her lower lip as she nods, quickly removing her thin white bra. Her breathing grows heavier as I cup her breast in my hand, her eyelids fluttering closed and head falling back as I gently squeeze her nipples.
“Two months is a long time to be without, isn’t it?” She sucks in a breath as my lips land on her neck, my hands working at unbuttoning her jeans. “Did you think of me while I was away?” I exhale into her neck, continuing to trail kisses all over it.
She gasps, clawing at my back with need as I slip a hand into her panties, my finger brushing over the wetness pooling there.
Yes,” she pants as I probe her entrance, my thumb making tiny circles over her pulsing clit. “Every. Single. Day.”
I groan, slipping my finger in and out of her in a teasing speed. She jerks, trying to increase the speed and friction, whimpering when I keep the slow and steady pace.
“Please, Rebel,” she pleads, her hands tearing at my pants now.
My dick is so hard and ready to go, it’s almost painful, but I’m having too much fun toying with her. I lift my head to meet her gaze, her eyes glossed with unfiltered lust. “What is it, baby doll? What do you need?”
“You,” she cries out. “I need you.”
I let out a primal growl before slamming my mouth into hers, devouring it as I pick her up and carry her to my bed. She giggles as I throw her down then rip her jeans and underwear off with one quick yank.
Her eyes rake over me with desire as I strip, and she licks her lips as I slip on a condom. She opens her legs for me as I crawl onto the bed, and it feels like I can breathe for the first time in months as I settle between them.
“I love you,” I tell her, my gaze locked on hers as I push inside her.
Her hands slide down my back, and she moans with delight. “I love you too.”
She licks my bottom lip before slipping her tongue inside my mouth, kneading mine as we both begin to move to a faster rhythm. I’ve gone weeks without a release, and it begins to peak far too quickly. The light swirl of her hips threatens to send me over the edge, forcing me to pull my lips from hers.
Her panting comes out in cries of ecstasy, her walls clenching around me. I pump into her harder and faster until we’re falling over the edge together.
Giggles erupt through her labored breaths as the ripples of our orgasms slowly dissipate. When her baby blues pop open, I quirk an eyebrow, my lips twitching with amusement.
“It’s every guy’s worst nightmare to have the girl of his dreams laugh after he makes love to her.”
More laughter bubbles out of her. “No,” she pants. “That was incredible. You just make me so unbelievably happy.”
My heart swells in my chest as I look down at the beautiful angel underneath me, my brain unable to fathom what I could’ve done to earn the love of such a magnificent creature.
I know of at least a hundred different reasons for her not to love me—all of which had been outlined for her in vivid detail. She knows it all now. How I used the newfound popularity Brandi and her minions had awarded me to destroy them, along with the rest of Westbrook High’s hierarchy. I’d been ruthless, using their own tactics against them to take them down one by one.
Seduction, blackmail, and physical force. Nothing was off the table. With my brawn, Arwen’s beauty, and Cole’s brain, the three of us were an unstoppable front. We became the very monsters we were trying to defeat.
“You seriously still love me? Even knowing every bad thing I’ve done?”
Her eyes soften, her lips curving into a warm smile as she takes my face in her small hands. “No, silly. I love you more.”
Epilogue
VIOLET
My heart feels too big for my chest as everyone I love sings happy birthday to me. Birthdays have never been my thing. Celebrating the day you came into the world as if you’d actually accomplished something didn’t make a lot of sense to me.
As a kid, I never wanted big birthday parties with everyone from my class. The idea of a bunch of kids you barely knew bringing you gifts you didn’t want seemed ridiculous. Not that my parents could have afforded it even if I had.
We always kept things very low-key. My favorite meal for dinner at home, a birthday cake, and one gift. Except for last year on my sweet sixteen when they tried to make it “extra special.” We ended up going out as a family to a Japanese restaurant where they put a chef hat on my head and everyone in the restaurant sang. It was hell.
After that, I made them promise not to make a big deal out of my birthday again. If it was my day, it should be something I enjoy.
Thatcher, however, had other plans. Hence the big birthday party with all my friends and family. Streamers, cake, the whole deal. He said he wasn’t going to let the first birthday he got to spend with me go by without acknowledging it.
“Your birth is definitely something that should be celebrated, Saint.”
Which didn’t seem all that fair since I hadn’t made a big fuss when he turned eighteen a few months ago. We’d gone downtown with Arwen and Cole to have dinner and see a show at the Ryman. Afterwards, we ended up at a tattoo parlor where Thatcher got a violet tattooed on the back of his left bicep. I told him he was crazy and tried to talk him out of it. But he said I’d already left a permanent mark on him; he was just making it visible for everyone else. I melted into a puddle right there. Besides, it’s sexy as hell. It felt a little like I got a present on his birthday.
As the song ends, Thatcher leans in from behind me and whispers in my ear. “Make a wish, baby doll.”
His husky tone and tickling breath cause my body to heat, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I bend down to blow out the candles. Everyone cheers once I finish, Thatcher’s arms wrapping around me as I stand straight.
I turn, resting my arms on his shoulders before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you for this.”
His smile causes my heart to flutter as he tightens his hold on me. “Did you wish for anything good?”
Birthday wishes were another thing I never put much stock in before. This time is different, though. As each one of those seventeen candles flickered out, I wished to feel as happy as I do tonight for many more years to come.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true,” I tease. “But I will tell you this, there’s nothing in this world I want that I don’t already have.”
THATCHER
Violet giggles as I tug on her hand, dragging her up the stairs and away from the party. The night has turned out even better than I hoped, and she seems like she’s having a great time—despite all her protesting. But a part of me is regretting not keeping her all to myself tonight.
“We can’t leave the party. You’re the host, and I’m the guest of honor.”
“It will only be for a few minutes,” I reassure her. “I want to give you your gift.”
She sucks in a breath, red fanning across her face. “We can’t do that with everyone here.”
I laugh, bringing her into my arms as we reach the landing at the top of the stairs. Her round doll eyes begin to fill with lust as I
lean in, her breathing growing heavier as I press our bodies together and nuzzle her nose with mine.
“Oh, there’s some killer birthday sex in store for you. But not while your dad is under the same roof. I don’t have a death wish.”
Violet lets out a sigh that sounds like a mixture of relief and disappointment before I capture her mouth with mine. She tastes even sweeter than normal, the frosting from her birthday cake still clinging to her tongue, and I take a mental note to make use of that frosting later. Her hands dive into my hair as she moans in my mouth, and my dick stirs. I’m so ready for this party to be over. Forcing myself to end the kiss, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a light tug before pulling away.
“Time for everyone to go home,” she pants as her lips curl into a playful smile.
“Soon.”
I give her another quick kiss on the forehead before taking her hand and leading her to my room. By the time we step inside and I close the door behind her, my pulse is racing with nervous energy.
Her forehead crinkles as I gesture for her to take a seat on my bed, her eyes watching me intently as I retrieve her present from my desk and hand it to her.
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, examining the box. “This party was more than enough.”
“Open it already. The suspense is killing me.”
She smirks as I run my hands through my hair, her head tilting as she studies me. The way she does when she thinks I’m being adorable. Laughter erupts from her as I groan, but she begins to tear into the paper.
Violet isn’t materialistic. She doesn’t care about having the nicest, most expensive things. I knew her gift needed to be something from my heart, not my wallet. It didn’t take me long to come up with the perfect idea.
The wrapping paper falls to the floor as she lifts the top off the box. Her bright eyes shoot up to meet mine as she pulls out the leather book, and I discard the box before taking a seat next to her.
She turns her attention back to the gift, and my stomach cartwheels as she flips it open. Her hand flies to her mouth once she sees the first sketch. Each time she turns the page, my anxiety goes up a notch.
“Oh my god,” she exhales, her eyes glossy as they meet mine. “You made me a book with your sketches?”
My heart thuds as I nod, reaching out to wipe away a tear as it rolls down her face. The book is filled with my love for her. Sketches I’ve done of her, of us, and even the one I used for my tattoo.
“But you said you didn’t share your work with anyone.”
“I didn’t. But I fell in love with this amazing girl, and there isn’t any part of myself I don’t want to share with her.”
Her lips press together as she tries to fight back more tears, but they spill over anyway. “This is the best birthday present ever. Thank you. I love you, Thatcher.”
Cupping her face in my hands, I dry her tears with the pads of my thumbs and place a light kiss on her lips. “I love you too,” I tell her, resting my forehead on hers. “You and me?”
“Forever.”
THE END
Author Note
Thank you so much for reading! The support of my readers means so much to me. I know this story was a little different than what you’ve come to expect from me, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same. It was certainly a lot of fun to write.
This was originally supposed to be a standalone. Then I fell in love with Arwen and Cole. You will be getting both of their stories, and I can’t wait to share them with you. The Westbrook three are intriguing little devils.
The Bad Girl: Westbrook Three Vol. 2 – May 2020 (Arwen’s Story)
Add it to your TBR list here.
The Princess and the Jester: Westbrook Vol. 3–October 2020 (Cole’s Story)
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Be sure to also check out the complete In This Moment standalone series which is now available wide. If you love a good second chance romance, you’ll love this series.
In the Moment
Crushed
In the Gray
Selfish for Love
Acknowledgments
Adam: You’re lame and never read my books, but you have been super supportive of me chasing my dream. So, I suppose you’re due a thank you or two. And I guess I like you a little. Sometimes.
Kristyn: If it wasn’t for you, I might not have ever finished this book. Thank you for keeping me in line. Even when I was being extra whiny and crazy. Since I know you like all the sentimental crap as much as I do, I’ll just say you’re all right or whatever.
Crystal: Girl. I knew asking you to alpha read was the right choice. You pushed me to step out of my comfort zone with those steamy scenes, and I am so grateful. This book wouldn’t be what it is today without you. You’re the best. I love your dirty little mind.
Kirsten: Thank you for always proofreading my mess. I don’t know what I would do without you. You make me look good, and I appreciate it more than you could ever know.
My author tribe: There are too many to list, but you know who you are. You ladies show up for me every single time. I could never thank you enough for all the love and support you’ve shown me.
My reader group: I know I tell you guys all the time, but you’re seriously the best. I love you all so much. Thank you for supporting me. I’m so glad there’s a place where I can be myself and connect with you.
About the Author
Amber McCammon decided to take her passion for writing to the self-publishing world in 2017. She currently has five novels published with two more expected to release in 2020.
When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her reading, spending money she doesn’t have in Target, or hanging with her hubby and two kiddos.
Amber lives in Tennessee, where she was born and raised, which means she often gets caught with the south in her mouth. She loves to travel, though, and dreams of being a nomad one day.
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