Page 65 of The Rowdy Ones

Because of me?

I mean, you are standing outside her window, beating your meat, asshole.

“Fuck.” I shove my messy cock back into my jeans and zip up. “I wouldn’t do that, Dez. You know that.”

Which part? Touch her? Already did. Fuck her? Want to really bad. I’m a liar.

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” she murmurs. Then she jolts upright. “I hear someone talking. I need to go to bed.”

I swear she makes a shooing motion with her hand toward the window.

Did she know I was here? Is that why she put on that show? For me?

My mind reels with all sorts of crazy shit as I scramble to get back to the RV before I’m caught. I’m sneaking back in when she speaks again.

“Today was fun, Rowdy. I love you.”

She hangs up, but I say it anyway. “I love you too.”

I go to bed with a stupid grin on my stupid face.

This is so bad.

I’m going insane.

This morning, Weston picked Destiny up to take her to the clinic, and I’ve been burning with jealousy ever since.

Was last night meant to tease me?

Or did I imagine all of it?

Destiny has Weston, and she clearly likes him, and I’m over here wishing it were me she wanted instead.

It. Can’t. Happen.

What would Dad do if he knew I jerked off outside her window last night?

He’d string me up by my cock and beat me.

Because. It’s. Wrong.

Maybe I could plead my case. That I love her. She loves me too.

Like a brother. Because you are.

Fuck.

Someone beats on the RV door and I jolt from my mental anguish. Uncle Atticus pops his head inside, and Scout pushes past him and jumps onto my bed. I can’t even look at Uncle Atticus. Guilt is drowning me. Certainly, he’ll see it in my eyes.

“Told Evan we’d meet him up at the gym. You need to get out and do something. You’re going stir-crazy.”

What?

I shoot him a panicked look. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Wear something of Wild’s. We leave in five.”

Where the fuck is Wild?