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Authors: Penelope Douglas
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you,” I growled and walked out.
“Oh, Jared,” Piper gasped my name as I devoured her neck. Gripping her hair and pulling her head back, I tried to get lost in her perfume and her body.
“I told you not to talk,” I whispered softly against her skin. “Do as you’re told.”
Hats off to the Bull pounded downstairs, and I could hear voices coming from all sides, both inside and outside the house.
Piper had come over to my party, uninvited, and I took what was offered. Noise, activity, distraction.
Distraction from the pull next door.
Distraction from my father.
That son of a bitch was right after all. The nightmares that kept me awake? The ones I had to drown out with sleeping pills just so I could get through the night? All of it was me being weak.
“I’m sorry,” she giggled. “That just feels so good.”
I had one hand buried in her thick, dark hair, and my other hand inside of her panties, my fingers pushing inside of her as she squirmed against the wall of my bedroom.
I grappled at Piper, looking for the magical body part that would get me zoned in. I peeled down the top of her dress, cupping her breasts, kissing her lips, but none of it brought me the peace I wanted.
I’m hoping Jared has forgotten all about me.
I grabbed Piper and hauled her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. The peace would come when I was inside of her. Then I would be happily lost.
“Jared!” I jerked my head towards the pounding on the door.
“Go away!” I shouted as Piper unfastened my belt.
“That girl? Tate?” my friend, Sam, asked. “She’s downstairs, man. You better get down there.”
And I halted what I was doing and sat up.
“What the hell?” I mumbled.
Why was she at my house? I looked at the alarm clock that read after midnight.
“Tate?” Piper said, still laying back on the pillows. “I thought you said she was still gone.”
I climbed off the bed. “Just get dressed, Piper,” I bit out.
“What?” she screamed, and I looked over at her. Her lips and nose were scrunched up, and her chest rose and fell with her hard breathing.
Piper was no attachment and no complications. I appreciated that about her.
But she was pissed, and I didn’t stop to explain. I never did. She knew better.
I never let on that I wanted more than a casual thing, and she’d either roll with it, or she could leave.
Yanking the door open, my friend Sam waited in the hallway, hands in pockets and looking uncertain.
“Sorry, man.” He held up his hands. “Madoc’s got his hands all over her. Thought I should get you.”
Fucking little shit. I barreled past Sam and down the hallway, ready to stick my best friend’s head into the toilet to wake him the fuck up. I was pretty sure he had a thing for Tate, but he was told, years ago, that she was off limits.
And what the fuck was she doing here anyway?
Coming down the stairs, I rounded the corner and immediately stopped, my stomach caving in from the loss of breath.
Jesus Christ.
She was so beautiful it hurt.
She was lost in thought, otherwise she would’ve seen me, too.
I pressed my hands above my head to both sides of the doorframe. It was my way of trying to look casual, like I didn’t care. But honestly, I just needed the support to keep my legs from caving beneath me.
My heart thundered through my chest, and I wished like hell that I could pause this moment, just look at her until the Earth fell apart.
Her hair was lighter, and her skin was darker, probably from being in the sun this summer, and her body had gotten more toned. More grown up. The shape to the back of her thighs had my mouth going dry. Her nose was still little, her skin still flawless, and her full lips all made her look like the perfect doll. And I never played with dolls, but I damn sure wanted to play with this one.
Right at that moment, I wanted everything from Tate. Everything. Her anger and passion, her hate and lust, her body and soul.
I wanted control of all of
“Oh, Jared,” Piper gasped my name as I devoured her neck. Gripping her hair and pulling her head back, I tried to get lost in her perfume and her body.
“I told you not to talk,” I whispered softly against her skin. “Do as you’re told.”
Hats off to the Bull pounded downstairs, and I could hear voices coming from all sides, both inside and outside the house.
Piper had come over to my party, uninvited, and I took what was offered. Noise, activity, distraction.
Distraction from the pull next door.
Distraction from my father.
That son of a bitch was right after all. The nightmares that kept me awake? The ones I had to drown out with sleeping pills just so I could get through the night? All of it was me being weak.
“I’m sorry,” she giggled. “That just feels so good.”
I had one hand buried in her thick, dark hair, and my other hand inside of her panties, my fingers pushing inside of her as she squirmed against the wall of my bedroom.
I grappled at Piper, looking for the magical body part that would get me zoned in. I peeled down the top of her dress, cupping her breasts, kissing her lips, but none of it brought me the peace I wanted.
I’m hoping Jared has forgotten all about me.
I grabbed Piper and hauled her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. The peace would come when I was inside of her. Then I would be happily lost.
“Jared!” I jerked my head towards the pounding on the door.
“Go away!” I shouted as Piper unfastened my belt.
“That girl? Tate?” my friend, Sam, asked. “She’s downstairs, man. You better get down there.”
And I halted what I was doing and sat up.
“What the hell?” I mumbled.
Why was she at my house? I looked at the alarm clock that read after midnight.
“Tate?” Piper said, still laying back on the pillows. “I thought you said she was still gone.”
I climbed off the bed. “Just get dressed, Piper,” I bit out.
“What?” she screamed, and I looked over at her. Her lips and nose were scrunched up, and her chest rose and fell with her hard breathing.
Piper was no attachment and no complications. I appreciated that about her.
But she was pissed, and I didn’t stop to explain. I never did. She knew better.
I never let on that I wanted more than a casual thing, and she’d either roll with it, or she could leave.
Yanking the door open, my friend Sam waited in the hallway, hands in pockets and looking uncertain.
“Sorry, man.” He held up his hands. “Madoc’s got his hands all over her. Thought I should get you.”
Fucking little shit. I barreled past Sam and down the hallway, ready to stick my best friend’s head into the toilet to wake him the fuck up. I was pretty sure he had a thing for Tate, but he was told, years ago, that she was off limits.
And what the fuck was she doing here anyway?
Coming down the stairs, I rounded the corner and immediately stopped, my stomach caving in from the loss of breath.
Jesus Christ.
She was so beautiful it hurt.
She was lost in thought, otherwise she would’ve seen me, too.
I pressed my hands above my head to both sides of the doorframe. It was my way of trying to look casual, like I didn’t care. But honestly, I just needed the support to keep my legs from caving beneath me.
My heart thundered through my chest, and I wished like hell that I could pause this moment, just look at her until the Earth fell apart.
Her hair was lighter, and her skin was darker, probably from being in the sun this summer, and her body had gotten more toned. More grown up. The shape to the back of her thighs had my mouth going dry. Her nose was still little, her skin still flawless, and her full lips all made her look like the perfect doll. And I never played with dolls, but I damn sure wanted to play with this one.
Right at that moment, I wanted everything from Tate. Everything. Her anger and passion, her hate and lust, her body and soul.
I wanted control of all of
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