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I shouldn’t drink it, everything is telling me I’ve had my limit, but sitting next to Pippa like this has me agitated and needing a release. All night I’ve been distracted, but now, in the silent living room, all I can think about is Amber, and how sitting this close to her best friend, who’s purposely leaning toward me so my eyes can’t look anywhere but her chest, makes my insides feel icky.

Taking the open beer, I drink everything inside of it, hoping it will help me forget it all.

“How you doing, Big boy?” she asks, patting me on the leg. For some reason her touch feels a little too good, and I abruptly move my leg.

“I’ve been better,” I reply, annoyed I drank the last beer in the house.

“Still feeling broken?”

“Pretty sure it’ll never stop. I should’ve just listened to you and waited to go. Maybe things would’ve ended up differently. Maybe I could’ve salvaged some things.”

Her hand returns to my thigh, this time moving inwards. Every movement is followed by a tingle, all of them rushing between my legs. “Is it even worth worrying about? She cheated… you cheated… the relationship is over, Eddie. Besides, do you think a girl like her would ever ride on the back of a motorcycle with you? She hates them.” The last part she whispers into my ear, her hand gently cupping my growing erection.

What the fuck is wrong me? I don’t want this, but it’s like my body has other ideas.

“Eddie, you deserve someone that’s going to accept all of you.” She moves onto my lap, my hands instantly finding a place on each of her butt cheeks. Her tongue traces my face, and my reflex is to jerk back, but she follows. “The good.” Every word she says oozes sex, and the way she moves on top of me is very alluring.

The button on my jeans is popped, and her hand slips beneath the fabric her delicate fingers curl around my cock, making me gasp. A guttural groan follows when she slowly strokes my length. “The fucking bad,” she murmurs, nipping at my throat with her teeth. She starts rocking back and forth, but I’m having trouble focusing on her face, my vision is going blurry and my head is starting to pound.

“Pippa, stop. I’m feeling funny.”

“Shh shh, just let me help you feel better.”

My cock is out of my pants and she starts moving down my body, stopping when her lips are inches from the tip, her breath hot against the sensitive flesh.

“And now we get down and ugly.”

“Pippa, stop. Please, I’m begging you!” I plead, trying to wiggle away. But it’s too late, the way her mouth feels wrapped around me is something I can’t fight off. It’s like I’m weakened, like I can’t say no.

“Just go with it, Eddie. I’m here to help you forget all about her.”

My hand fits against her scalp and in one desperate attempt to gain control over my mind, I rip her head up by her hair, forcing the little temptress to look me dead in the eye.

“If this happens, she can never fucking know.”

The evilest smirk slides eerily across her face, followed by a devilish wink. “Consider this our little secret…”

Chapter Nine

Amber

It’s been almost a month since Eddie and I broke up. My heart hurts every fucking day. There’s been so many times I’ve wanted to call him, but I always end up talking myself out of it, or Pippa does.

Ever since we broke up, she’s been all about me moving on and forgetting about Eddie. Poppy too. Both think he was being a hypocritical asshole for breaking up with me, when he was just as guilty.

I’m two seconds away from binge watching another season of Love Pilot, a new romance reality television show about pilots finding love, when Pippa comes skipping into the room, looking like a million bucks.

“Why do you look so good?”

She shrugs. “Do I have to have a reason to look fine as hell?” Her long black hair is curled to perfection, and she’s wearing a short leather mini skirt, a black tank top with way too many cuts in it, and long black heels. There’s about a pound of makeupon her face that she sure as hell doesn’t need, and some really seductive red lipstick on her lips. She’s definitely going on a date.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?”

She gives me a weird look in the mirror before moving to face me. “It doesn’t matter. Who I go out with isn’t really your fucking damn business.”

“Damn, was the cussing necessary?”

She smirks, glaring at me with a viciousness that I’ve never seen before. “I’m just tired of you trying to meddle in my business, Amber. It’s always, Eddie this and Eddie that. And now that you don’t have him anymore, you’re so damn nosy. Why don’t you do us all a favor and go out with someone new? Hell, why don’t you track down your Australian hottie? You seemed to like him a lot.”