“What kind of sorcery is this?” I say, and he laughs. I search his eyes for a logical explanation, but there is nothing logical about this. Nothing logical about us.
“Give it up,” he commands.
“What?”
“Control.” His order sucker punches me. “Give it up.”
I shake my head, the pleasure growing impossible to ignore. “But I—”
“I said don’t fucking fight it.” He pumps harder, the authority in his voice sending me over the edge. I surrender to him, my stomach clenching as he twirls his tongue around me until I’m practically convulsing. Pleasure zaps through my body like thunder. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he says, his voice thick with need.
I used to call the nickname baby cheesy, but now that it’s mine and Will is the one giving it to me, I’m keeping it. Withdrawing his fingers, he gives me a second to catch my breath, but I don’t want a second. I want him. All of him. Running on lust, I cross my legs behind his back and guide him closer. If we weren’t breathing so heavily, he’d definitely hear my pounding heart right now. He kisses me. Long and slow. But… his lips on mine aren’t all that I feel. He’s at my entrance, bare and hard.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
This is wrong.
So wrong.
I dig the heels of my feet into his back without thinking. He inches himself deeper and deeper. Then, just as he’s about to take the final step…
He stops.
His eyes snap open like he’s just come out of a trance. So many emotions fill his gaze: panic, regret, fear. All the emotions you don’t want to see in a guy’s eyes when he’s nearly inside you.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He blinks repeatedly.
I was wrong.
This.
This is the part where he runs.
“We’re… This…” He can’t bring himself to speak, moving off me and finding his boxers on the bed. He throws his clothes back on in a heartbeat, covering his face with his hand, on the verge of a breakdown.
“Will.” I falter.
“Do you… Do you realize how fucked-up this is?” he rambles, out of his mind. “We… I just… I almost had sex with my best friend’s sister on his bed. His fucking bed, Kass!”
It hits me twice as hard as it did him.
He’s right.
We are on my brother’s bed.
The truth sinks into me like a rock. This is Kendrick’s bedroom. How could I do something like this? For that one, blissful second, we forgot about the world. Forgot where we were, who we were. All that mattered was this.
Us.
And this moment.
“I have to get out of here.” He runs a nervous hand through his hair, heading for the door.
“Will!”
Truth is, I have no idea what to say. Maybe because he’s right. Maybe we can never be more than this.
Seconds before he’s out the door, he halts, shooting me a look full of regrets that makes my heart bleed.
“You were right to stay away from me” is the last thing he says before leaving me half-naked on my brother’s bed.
Will
The chanting of the crowd echoing in my head, I march into the ring with perfectly rehearsed, automatic steps. Adrenaline pervades my being, seeping through every bone, every nerve ending in my body.
This fight. This moment. The next few minutes are going to determine whether the upcoming month of my life is hell. And I might not know shit about what I’m doing most of the time, but I know something about right now: I can’t lose this fight.
Standing across the ring, ready to pounce, is Ian, leader of the Scars, our second most dreaded competitors after Haze and his fighters. Behind Ian, miserably failing to assert dominance and intimidate us, are his guys. All bearing the same creepy-ass mark beneath their eyes.
Four grand.
It’s all I can see when I look at him.
Four fucking grand to beat his ass.
I glance at Kendrick, Blake, and Alex over my shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” Alex hypes.
This was supposed to be Kendrick’s fight. Been scheduled for a while now. But in two days, he’ll be fighting Haze, and we can’t risk him getting pummeled—cough, again, cough—before such an important fight.
Today, money is at stake.
In two days, it’ll be his cousin’s life.
We won’t let Haze have Winter. Not if we can help it. She’s a good person. She doesn’t deserve this. Blake intended on taking this fight, so I came up with a shitty excuse about needing to blow off some steam. Truth is, I desperately need the money. I haven’t snagged any high-paying fight this month, and I’m starting to run out of options.
Man, what I wouldn’t do for a good night’s sleep. Haven’t had one since the night I snuck into Kass’s room and witnessed the most awkward mom sex talk of all time. I still can’t believe how easily I fell asleep with her. How defenseless my demons were against the blonde, blue-eyed angel by my side.
Kass…
I wince at her name.
A hopeful, torturous voice in the back of my mind suggests maybe she’s answered my previous text since I last checked my phone.
You fucking wish, dipshit.
Will, eyes on the prize!
Ian proceeds into the ring, glowering at me. He’s a good fighter. He doesn’t lead the Scars for nothing, but he’s not desperate. Not like I am. The rules are called to the crowd, the deafening buzzing marking the beginning of a fight slicing through the air.
“Fucking destroy him, Will!” is the last thing I hear before launching myself at my adversary.
Kassidy
Willy Wonka: Hey. Can we talk?
4 days ago
Willy Wonka: Kass?
4 days ago
Willy Wonka: I know you’re getting these. You always have your phone on you.
3 days ago
Willy Wonka: Kass please.
3 days ago
Willy Wonka: I don’t want it to be weird between us.
3 days ago
Willy Wonka: Can we talk about what happened?
2 days ago
Willy Wonka: Did you move out of your house? Do we live on the same fucking planet? I haven’t seen you all week.
2 days ago
Willy Wonka: I’m sorry…
1 day ago
Willy Wonka: About everything.
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