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“I'm here, baby.” I didn’t know what else to say, what else to do to make this better. She was upset, obviously, but why? I looked up at the house again, taking in the Greek letters hanging above the front door. “What are you doing here?”
“Party,” she mumbled. Her body fell forward, but I caught her and held her tightly to my chest. She nestled against me, a sigh of relief leaving her. I pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, ignoring the smoky smell lingering around her.
“Did someone hurt you?” I asked, and she shook her head. “You’re sure?” She nodded, her forehead rubbing against my shirt. “Can you walk?” She hesitated before shaking her head again. “I’m going to carry you, okay?” She grunted softly, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I helped her wrap her arm around my neck as I slid mine under her knees and stood, holding her to my chest. I readjusted my hold on her a few times before making my way through the crowd. She kept her eyes closed as I walked down the street, careful to keep her away from the people rushing past.
Finally, I made it to my abandoned car, thankful no one had taken it for a joy ride, and managed to put her in the passenger seat. She clung to me, not wanting to let go. “I’ll be right next to you,” I murmured, rubbing my hand down her back.
“I don’t want to let go,” she whispered, her breath tickling my neck. “Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t, little fawn. I promise.” She pulled her head away to peer up at me, and I ran my thumb under her eye, wiping the smeared makeup away. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you, and you’ll never leave me, right?”
She nodded, sniffling hard. Leaning forward, I pressed a gentle kiss to her full lips, not caring if anyone saw. I needed this—I needed her.
Pulling away, I smoothed her wild hair down, smiling softly. “I need to go around, okay? I’ll get you home.”
“No,” she cried, her eyes widening. “Not home.” I swallowed thickly, trying to hide my grin. She didn’t want to go home—she didn’t want to go back to him. She wanted me. She felt safe with me.
I tried not to let my pride shine through, and I kissed her again, holding her head against me as my tongue swept into her mouth. My free hand moved to her thighs, and she gasped against me, her legs instinctively opening for me.
“You’re so perfect for me,” I rasped against her lips, feeling her smile. “I’ll reward you later.” She looked dreamily up at me as I pulled away, pouting slightly when I pulled my hand from between her legs. We stared at each other for a moment longer before she sat back in the chair and let me buckle her seatbelt.
Rounding the car, I slid in, trying not to let the inches of her exposed skin distract me from getting us home. Slowly, I inched out of the neighborhood, my hand tightening around the steering wheel.
Her head rolled to the side, resting against the window. She wore what she usually did—a skirt, and a low-cut top, and her worn sneakers. There was nothing about her or her outfit that looked like she’d dressed for a party. So…why was she here? Was it a last-second decision? Surely, if she were to come to a party, she would’ve dressed differently.
Every girl I saw tonight wore tight, short, skimpy clothes, and most of the guys were either shirtless or on their way to being shirtless. They were all here for one reason—to get laid.
As the realization hit me, my gaze snapped to her. Is that why she was here tonight? To get laid?
It was one thing watching her fuck her boyfriend every night, and I had no problem when she rode my fingers or fucked herself to our dirty texts and photos. But knowing she’d sought someone else out, that she’d been wanting to fuck someone other than me, had an anger I didn’t know I was capable of feeling toward her clawing at my chest.
“Why were you here tonight?” I asked, my voice low and harsh to my own ears. Her hands wrapped around the short hem of her skirt, and I let myself take her in again. Her outfit was the same, but different. The shirt hugged her breasts tightly, and the low V-neck was cut lower than any of her other shirts. Her skirt, while they usually hit mid-thigh, was even shorter than that. The clothes were old and worn, though, like she’d worn them years ago and pulled them out because they were short and tight.
She had dressed for a party, just in her own way.
“Winona. Answer me. Why were you here?”
“Invited,” she mumbled, but it wasn’t a good enough answer. Reaching over, I gripped her thigh tightly. She gasped and whipped her head toward me, looking shocked.
“Why were you here?” I demanded again, my fingers tightening.
“I didn’t want to be at home,” she said, her words still thick and slurred but clear enough for me to understand her. My lips pressed into a thin line as I stared at her before turning down the main road.
“Did you fuck someone tonight?”
“No!” She shoved my hand, but I kept my hold on her. “I didn’t!”
“Then why are you wearing this?” My hand slid under her skirt and between her legs. Roughly, I cupped her cunt, feeling the heat sear my palm. “Why are you so fucking wet? Did you let someone else touch what’s mine?”
“No,” she said again, her head falling back against the window. I pressed on the gas harder, forcing the car faster. It was a dead night, but even if it wasn’t, I didn’t care. I’d run us into a tree or off a bridge if she tried fucking someone else.
“Don’t lie to me,” I snarled, my fingers shoving the damp fabric between her pussy lips. I gripped her panties in my fist and yanked as hard as I could on them, her scream like music to my ears. “Did you let someone else fuck your greedy cunt tonight?”
“I didn’t,” she said again, her hands wrapped around my wrist. Her head was still against the window, like she couldn’t pick it up. “I swear.”
Using the taut fabric, I rubbed it against her clit. A soft moan left her, but it wasn’t enough to get the images of some other guy between her legs from my mind. I pulled harder, listening to her panties rip at the force.
