Stacey’s voice pulls me from my spiral. “What are you waiting for?”
My fingers aren’t moving inside her.
Fuck, did I space out?
I swallow. “Seems I need to gain some courage to be inside you again.”
She tenses all over as I begin thrusting my fingers in and out once more, hammering into her as I grip her shoulder and shove her face back into the pillow.
“How many guys have been in here anyway?”
I don’t need her reply; I already know the answer.
My heart is fucking racing though, and I feel dizzy. My cock is throbbing in my hand as the girl I’ve never forgotten about bends over for me.
I’m seconds from fucking my ex, and I’m freaking out.
Embarrassment.
I don’t know how to have casual sex nowadays. The last time I did, I had some girl bent over like this in the pool house and held Stacey’s burning gaze as I drove into her.
She was mad. I didn’t give a fuck. That was a fraction of the shit she put me through.
“If we do this, it doesn’t mean a thing. A transaction of sex and nothing more.”
She’s scowling at me over her shoulder again, dark hair falling down her back. “If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to imagine your best friend and moan his name instead.”
I clench my jaw until it hurts and lean down, capturing her throat from the front. “Shut the fuck up.” I’ll murder Base before he gets the chance. “You’ll stay away from him.”
She swallows, her throat working against my hand. “Make me.”
God fucking dammit.
I let go of her throat, grabbing her hips and dragging her ass to me.
I ignore her infectious giggle that nearly pulls a smile onto my lips and line up to her cunt, before gliding through her soaked slit. Her hands fist the pillow as I ease my swollen crown through her welcoming entrance, her warmth encasing the head of my cock like I’m home.
Fuck me, she’s tighter than I expected.
Was she this tight for him?
“Are you going to move?” Stacey, although being extremely patient with my drugged-up ass, is seconds from strangling me. “Or are you admiring the view?”
Shit, I zoned out again. I shouldn’t have taken those lines earlier. I can’t function with or without them nowadays. If Stacey knew I was on something, she would kick me out of the hotel room and tell me to go fuck myself.
I don’t even have a condom on, and I don’t care. I’ll fill her with every drop of my cum and watch it leak from her cunt.
If I get her pregnant, then she’s shackled to me forever.
The fuck am I doing?
I drag myself away from her, shoving my cock into my shorts as I back away from the bed. She turns, sitting up and pulling her top down to hide her tits then holds it to cover her pussy. She looks at me questioningly, confusion all over her face .
“You never change, do you?” My words come out before I can think.
Annoyingly, Stacey is truly beautiful and sexy, and everything mixed together.
But she’s the devil. A twisted snake.
Stacey isn’t an assignment. She’s not paying me to sleep with her, and I’m not being held at gunpoint until I cum.
But she’s not innocent either.
Her brows knit together, and instead of snapping at me for my attitude, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
A part of me wants to confide in her. A part of me still sees my Stacey and how we used to be. But then I remember who she is and the video of her flashes in my mind.
“You’re pale.”
I storm into the bathroom with my phone and lock the door. My back hits the wood. I slide down it and attempt to control my breaths. My head throbs in pain, like there’s acid behind my eyes, my dick instantly limp.
In and out. Just breathe in and out.
Stacey knocks on the door, but I can’t make out her soft voice or what she’s saying.
My hands are shaking, my knees bouncing as I fist at my hair and feel the layer of sweat on my face. My vision blurs, and I feel myself losing consciousness.
Fuck. It’s happening again.
Fuck.
13
KADE
FLASHBACK 2
“Slow the fuck down!” my stepbrother Jason bellows, reaching his hands out to slam his palms on the dashboard. “Why am I teaching you to drive if you’re not going to listen to a word I say? We’ve been at this for six months!”
I tut and shake my head. “I’m doing thirty, you dramatic bastard.”
“On a roundabout,” he replies, huffing and sitting back in his chair. He puts down his window, airing himself. “Fuck. I might message Giana and tell her I might not make dinner tonight.”
“And then she’ll come for me. Keep your dog on her leash.”
He smacks my arm, and I burst out laughing. “ You’re not ten years old anymore. I can beat your ass with my eyes closed.”
“I’d love to see you try.”
“I’ll just tell Aria you’re smoking joints in her pool house.”
I roll my eyes. “Could you be any more like your dad?”
He scoffs. “I think you’re too like your dad.”
I narrow my eyes at my big brother. Step, but still my brother. We always take the piss out of each other, so we’re used to the dad slander and the occasional brawl.
Ewan is sound. He’s basically another dad for me and Luciella.
“I’m going to intentionally crash,” I tell him, and his eyes go wide. I cut him off before he can speak. “And I’m going to unclip your seat belt right before we hit a tree.” I press down on the accelerator. “Unless you say you’re sorry.”
He pales when I speed up, not looking at the empty street, keeping my eyes on him.
Adrenaline courses through me as I go over the speed limit, and I know there’s a bend coming up on the road.
“Shit. Okay. Okay!” Jason blows out a breath and mutters, “I’m sorry.”
I smile and slow down, turning up the music. “Pussy.”
He wipes the sweat from his face. “Shut up, you impulsive psycho. Do another parallel park.”
He’s been teaching me to drive for months. Ever since I got my provisional and passed my theory, we’ve been going out when he finishes work if his girlfriend doesn’t have plans with him.
“I think I’m going to ask Giana to move in with me,” my brother says as I reverse into his chosen spot, do a three-point turn, then head towards Loch Lomond. “We’ve been together for years. Surely we’re ready for that step, right?”
I raise a shoulder. “You’re asking a guy who doesn’t understand that shit.”
“Oh yeah, the frigid virgin. Got it.”
I exhale. “Anyway,” I begin, wetting my lips and wondering if I should mention her name. Would he give a shit if I kissed my sister’s best friend? Is that even a bad thing? “See how you weren’t able to come camping…” I stop, knowing he’s going to laugh at me when I say it was my first kiss. He knows I’m a virgin, that’s about it. “We all played dares.”
Jason grimaces. “Glad I didn’t go. Was Luciella there?”
“She left five minutes in.”
He nods. “Good.”
I might not give a shit what she does, but he’s the protective big brother that I should be. Though sometimes he’s a controlling prick and wants to wrap her up in cotton wool and keep her away from all men in the world.