Page 57 of A Wreck, You Make Me

“Not her though,” I say, not as a question.

He still replies back as if it was one. “Not her.”

Something painful twists in my chest and I say, “I’m working on it.”

He frowns. “Working on what?”

Embarrassment niggles at the back of my neck. “Getting my game back.”

“What? How?”

By blackmailing a strawberry-haired girl into letting me fuck her.

Well, blackmail is a strong word. All I did was threaten her jobs that she works hard at but are really a dead end. And every night, I use her inexperienced body against her by letting her dry hump me and making her come in my lap. Which doesn’t sound so bad when I say it like that. In fact, it sounds like a pretty good time.

Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t record her dancing and dry humping me. But I only do it so I can watch it later on repeat and fuck my fist because she won’t let me fuck her pussy. And because watching those videos help me focus at practice. So much so that I don’t suck as much, not anymore. I’m still not in top form but I’m getting there. She’s curing me. Like I knew she would.

And yes, maybe I also sneak into her room when she’s sleeping. But it’s not as if she isn’t aware of it or doesn’t want me there, no matter how much she denies it. She may be out like a light when I’m there, but she knows I come to her every night. Because turns out, ever since I climbed through her window, I can’t stop doing it. I can’t rest until I’ve made sure she’s safe in her bed. And I can’t go to sleep anywhere else other than her armchair.

And again, yes maybe the money aspect may be dirty to some people, to her as well. But it’s for her own good. This way she doesn’t get her feelings confused when I end things with heronce the season is over and all her problems go away too. Win-win.

While I have explanations for all of this, I can’t explain what happened about forty minutes ago. That thing I felt right in the center of my chest when she said yes. It felt like… Well, for the lack of a better phrase, it felt like my heart fucking skipped a beat. Like my heart stopped for a few seconds, went still before jumpstarting and pounding like a goddamn maniac. I’ve never had that happen before. I thought there was something seriously wrong with me. I thought she finally said yes, and I was going to fucking pass out on her.

Maybe that’s why I haven’t left yet. Becausesheis still here.

So remember when I said I was nursing my second bottle of beer while looking out into the woods? Well, I wasn’t. As in, I was mostly staring at the kitchen window. Because that’s where she is. And I got the second beer because I’d already finished the bowl of strawberries I’d been eating while watching her, and I didn’t want to look like a creep standing in the middle of my sister’s backyard, staring at her window. This way it looks like I’m enjoying a drink by myself.

I turn to the window now and there she is. Her red hair and her cinnamon-freckled skin would give her away anywhere. She’s laughing at something Callie is saying while taking a bite out of a cupcake. A little frosting clings to her bottom lip and she licks it off with her tongue. I feel my gut clench and dick harden.

Tomorrow.

A low growl escapes me, and I wrap my hand around the side of my neck, rubbing the spot where she bit me. The wound is still fresh and pulsing and I fucking hope to all that’s holy that the next time she bites, she makes me bleed. So I can lick my blood off her lips like she just licked that frosting. In fact, I will be licking that too. I will be licking all sorts of things off her bodynow. She needs something licked off her skin, I’ll be the man for the job.

Maybe I’ll buy a pack of cupcakes to eat off her skin in celebration. I’m definitely eating strawberries off her pussy. Maybe I can also slather her in pancake syrup and slurp it off her body. Actually, I should start a list of all the depraved things I want to do to her. It’s shocking I haven’t done so before.

“Does it have anything to do with the redhead you’re staring at?”

Stellan’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I want to say I’m ashamed of sporting a hard on while my twin brother stands right beside me, but I don’t. I don’t much care, because she said yes. Not even her condition about getting me to talk. She’ll soon realize I’m not very good at it and move on.

I side-eye my twin for barging into my fantasies. “Could be.”

His eyebrows go up and it looks pretty comical, given Stellan never shows a single emotion on his face. “Is that so?”

“It is so.” Then, “But it’s none of your business.”

I’ll be damned if someone points a finger at her. She’s already my personal porn star and now she’ll be my personal slut. The least I can do is keep others from calling her the same. Not that Stellan would judge. But I know how vicious and brutal the world can be. So secrecy is of the utmost priority, both for her and my sake.

“Noted,” Stellan replies. “I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“You better,” I say, still watching her through the window. She’s turned away now, talking to someone I can’t see. But from what it looks like, they make her happy because she’s laughing her ass off. I hope it’s not a guy. I know everyone here and I’d hate to break a friend’s face.

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave then.”

At this, I turn to my brother. “No.”

“So should I ease off on the calling and texting?”

“Can’t believe you’re texting these days.”