Page 44 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Forty-Four

Him

I push through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen where all the alcohol is.

I haven’t felt this good in a long fucking time, and the only thing that can make it better is a buzz.

A fight nearly breaks out between two guys as I make myself a drink, then move back through the crowd to find Colton.

He said he’d be here, just not sure what time.

I find him outside by the pool, lounging in a chair, passing a joint to a guy I don’t know.

“What’s up?” I say, dropping into the chair on the other side of Colt.

“Glad you made it, bro. You want some?” Colton offers me the joint and I take it, inhaling deeply and passing it back as I hold the smoke in my lungs. I blow it out slowly, already feeling lighter in my head.

Music starts up, blasting through huge speakers set up all over the patio.

“You staying for the wet T-shirt contest?” Colton asks just loud enough for me to hear, passing me the joint again.

“When is it?” I ask before taking a hit.

“Twelve-ish.”

I shrug, handing him the joint. “Probably not. I gotta go see my girl.”

“Oh, you got a girl, huh?”

I grin, blowing out the smoke.

She’s definitely mine alright. No way in fuck does she belong to anyone else but me.

“Why didn’t you bring her?” he asks.

“Not really her scene,” I answer, laughing at the thought of her being here.

She’s the kind of girl who avoids stuff like this, who would rather be inside watching a movie and eating popcorn. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as it ends with my dick inside her, which would happen.

I don’t know though. Maybe I could convince her to come to a party. Walk around, knowing I’m here, trying to pick me out. Not sure she’d go for it, but it could be fun.

It’s been a long week. It’s still true that the bits I see her in school aren’t enough.

I’ve snuck into her house every night. Some nights I leave something for her to know I was there; other times I leave nothing.

And it’s those nights that give me the most thrill, knowing I’m there and she has no clue.

Every day I’ve asked her if she’s still sore, and every day the answer has been yes.

Kinda makes me feel bad knowing I did that, but also… it’s what she wanted.

I could have her any time I want, sneaking into her house the way I am, but I won’t be the reason she gets permanent damage. That’s just fucked up on a different kind of level.

“Baby, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” The voice has me cringing, and I pass the joint back to Colton, who raises a brow at me when Mindy stops beside my chair.

“Don’t call me that,” I bark at her, causing her to pout.

“Why do you have to be like that?”

“Why do you?”

She rolls her eyes and drops onto my chair, her ass right beside my knee. She puts her hand on my thigh, way too close to my dick.

“Since we’re both here…”

I hold her gaze, not understanding how she doesn’t understand what is happening here.

I shove her hand off me. “Go inside, Mindy.”

“Come with me.”

“No,” I growl. “How do you not get that I want nothing to do with you?”

“Oh, please. You always say that, yet you always come back.”

“Not this time,” I snap.

“We’ll see.” She smiles cockily, running her hand down my chest before getting up and sauntering away.

Colton is staring at me, brow raised.

“Bitches are fucking crazy,” I say with a shake of my head.

He huffs out a laugh. “Fucking tell me about it.”

We sit around, watching people play-fight and arm wrestle and do other stupid shit. When we finish the joint, some jock Colton knows comes over and offers us more weed while handing out beers. I don’t deny either.

Before I know what’s happening, a group of girls are lining up by the pool, all of them in thin white T-shirts. Of course, it’s an exciting scene. Tits are nice, but nothing is as good as the thought of my little dove pressed into the cold dirt while I rut into her. I’m so fucked for this girl.

I pull my phone from my pocket and send her a text.

Me: I have an idea.

I take a sip of my beer as I wait for her to answer.

Little Dove: Let’s hear it. I like your ideas.

Me: I want you to come to a party.

Little Dove: Why would you want that?

Me: Because I want to watch you.

Me: Without you knowing I’m watching you.

Me: I want to follow you around, see everything you do. Maybe pull you into a dark room and have my way with you.

If anything will get her to a party, it’ll be that.

The little bubbles dance, and I finish my beer as I stare at my screen.

Little Dove: Can I bring someone with me?

Me: Your friend?

Little Dove: Yes.

Me: If it’ll make you feel better.

Little Dove: When and where?

“Man, stop looking at your phone like that.”

“Like what?” I say, shoving it into my pocket.

“Like your girl is sending you nudes.”

I bark out a laugh, taking the joint I’m offered.

Some dumb guy with jorts and a bucket hat has brought a hose over by the girls and is prepared to spray them. They’re jumping up and down, some rubbing their tits.

All I can think about is Sailor being up there, only she would never do something like that.

Maybe privately, just for me. If I asked her to go into her shower and do it, she would.

She’ll do anything I ask of her and that’s the hottest thing yet.

I didn’t think I’d be so into it, but it’s hitting me hard right in the chest.

Girls like Mindy are too easy. She’d do everything I ask her to too, but she’d also do whatever anyone else asks of her.

Sailor wouldn’t. She only does this for me. That’s what I like about it.

It’s so fucked. Not her, but me. The way I feel about her. The way I can’t stop thinking about her. The way I want to fucking ruin her so she can never let me go.

Yeah, I’m so fucked for this girl it’s not even funny.