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"Rules," Wilder smirks, "are meant to be broken, Blondie. And, if I remember correctly," he teases me as places the tip of his long, hard cock at my entrance, "you love breaking the rules."
My heart is beating out of control in my chest as he slowly pushes into me.
But then, my phone vibrates again.
And as Wilder's eyes slide from my face to the phone, I watch bottled-up lightning explode in front of me.
"Why is Cash messaging you?"
Chapter 20
The Raw Explosion
Wilder
What the fuck?!
My eyes have to be deceiving me. Cash is sending Blondie snaps? You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Why is Cash messaging you?" I ask her.
I realize this is the worst possible time to ask Blondie why her former-flame-slash-my-best-friend is sending her love notes from across the pond.
But what the fuck!
Her brown eyes widen in surprise, and she shifts beneath me, reaching for her phone. As soon as it's in her hands, and I'm still balls deep in her, she fumbles to unlock it.
"I-I don't know," she stammers. "I... I haven't talked to him. I don't know why he keeps sending me snaps."
"Keeps?" I groan, trying to decide whether to stay inside her or pull out.
Keeps as in he has continuously tried reaching out. Or keeps as in they've been continuously exchanging messages?
"I'm deleting the app," she licks her lips nervously.
"What about Pam?" I raise an eyebrow. Pam. The fake account she made to stalk her former-flame-slash-my-best-friend.
"Pam is dead," she says without looking at me.
"There," she shows me the screen. "Account deleted."
I swallow hard. "Account? I thought you just said you were going to delete the app."
She pushes the phone to the edge of my bed and wraps her legs around my waist. Her skin is warm like the sun on a summer day at the lake. The fact that I just used a simile to describe her skin does not go unnoticed. She's fucked me over. In the worst way possible.
"I don't care about Cash," she looks me straight in the face, her hands cupping both cheeks. "I don't care what he has to say or why he's trying to get ahold of me. All I care about is right now. Here. With you."
I know better. I know better than to fuck Blondie. Cash made it perfectly clear the first time we saw her. We had just moved into this house, and Cash and I were throwing a baseball back and forth in the front yard when he saw her one second before I did. And he claimed her. Because he saw her first. Then, in high school, the first week of freshman year, he stole her right out from beneath me again.
"Wilder?" I hear her voice.
My throat burns and my heart feels heavy. "Yeah?"
"I... I should have told you the first time he sent a message. But I didn't because it meant nothing. I've had more fun with you the past few weeks than I ever had with Cash."
The words feel like a feather. Light and weightless.
I'm still hard inside her. Still warring with myself. Do I fuck her or do I pull out and send her home?
