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Her head is resting on my shoulder, her fingers circling my skin as she looks up into my eyes with a devilish grin.
“So bad,” she answers. “But I loved it, Kade. Does it always hurt this much?”
I smile back at her innocence. “Not always. Not unless you want it to.”
"I do want it to," she whispers, and my cock hardens again. Fuck me, she's goddamn perfect.
"It will feel better next time,” I promise her as I think of all the things she has yet to experience. All the things I want to show her. "I’ll make it better for you every time, Junebug...”
After all, we have all the time in the world now.It’s hours later, and we’re sitting in the living room. She’s wearing my shirt and a thong that’s driving me crazy. I’m naked because I like the way her eyes sweep my body like she wants to lick me all over. The doorbell rings, and June jumps excitedly.
“Finally,” she moans along with her stomach grumbling on cue. I laugh. “Took him ages. I need that pizza,” she tells me with all seriousness as she hurries to the door.
I run up behind her, smacking her ass as she shrieks with pleasure. She runs ahead to open the door to the pizza guy as I risk a look at myself in the mirror. I look… happy. It's fucking weird. I haven’t been happy since I was a child. Since before Rachel told June and me we shouldn't be together. After the butterfly... after June came into my life, I saw the first glimpse of happiness, but then it fell through my hands, slipping away like grains of sand.
I don't get the chance to dwell on my emotions any longer because the person at the front door isn't the pizza delivery guy after all. It's Parker, and he looks pissed as fuck.
He advances and backs me up against the wall. My back slams against the brick, and my twin is in my face, screaming at me.
“You fucker,” my brother murmurs against my ear as I find myself on the floor with Parker holding my throat. “You stupid fucker.”15ParkerJune's mini-me won't leave me the fuck alone.
Dove, the girl we went out to Pulse with, has been texting me incessantly. I've found out more about her since that night—like that she's a socialite with stupidly rich parents who don't give a shit that she's only nineteen and hanging out in clubs downtown every night.
Dove's obsessed with June Wildfox. She has the same hair, same clothes, and even wears the same signature shade of lipstick—Angel Pink. I've stolen a few tubes of it from my stepsister's closet, so I should know. Dove also won't stop texting, calling, and trying to get in touch with me. The girl's like a fucking STD. But one night, she rings my cell so many times, I finally pick up, not caring about offending her.
"Listen here, you little bitch," I hiss into my phone. "I don't know what possessed my little sis to give you this number, but—"
"Parker!" She sounds so delighted I groan. "You finally picked up!"
"Yeah, I did," I bite out. "To tell you to leave me the fuck alone. You're blowing up my phone. Would you just fucking give up already?"
"Give up?" She giggles. "I'm not giving up on us, Parker. I like you. Like, really like you."
"You don't fucking say," I groan. "Seriously, Dove, you need to get a grip. I'm not fucking interested."
"You sure about that?"
"Yes," I hiss just as the doorbell to our apartment rings. Weird. Someone's already at the door? Usually I have to buzz them through. "Ugh, give me a minute."
"Of course," she replies in a sugary sweet voice. I pick myself up from the couch and head to the door. I open it, and my jaw nearly falls to the floor when I see Dove on the doorstep, grinning like a crazy person and holding her phone up to her ear. "Hi, Parker."
She cuts the call and pockets the phone in a pair of impossibly tight designer jeans that make her ass look fucking delectable—even I have to admit that.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand.
"Got your address from June," she says innocently. "She thought you'd be excited to see me."
"Did she? Did you also tell her you're a little fucking stalker?" She bats her lashes at me. I should tell her to go the fuck home, but something about those jeans and the needy, thirsty expression she's wearing makes me step aside and point at the living room. "Get the fuck in."
Elated, she follows me into the apartment and plops down on the couch. Kade hasn't been home since yesterday, and while I know I should resist Dove, she's the one who walked straight into the hornet's nest, and I'm fucking done resisting her charms. If she wants me so badly, she can have me... the good and the bad.
