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“It’s rude to call the kettle black when you’re the pot.” Wyatt glares at him.

“Save your one-liners for all the songs I’m going to have you write me.”

Wyatt’s eyes look back over at me. His gaze drops down my body, then moves back up to my face. His brown eyes sparkle just like he did the first time I was naked in front of him. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.”

“Isn’t she? I suggest you take some good mental pictures, because this is the only time you’re ever going to see her like this.”

“Third,” Wyatt corrects him. “This is the third time I’ve seen her like this. The other times were much better, though, because you weren’t here.”

“I thought you said you didn’t fuck him?” Hendricks’s voice is full of anger. An anger I know I’m going to pay for later.

“I didn’t fuck her,” Wyatt snaps, his head snapping towards him. “But I made her come—something you fail to do.”

“Like I said, pathetic,” Hendricks shoots back. “She has you making her come, going to jail, and doing drugs. She has you whipped, and it’s pathetic.”

“And she has you saving my ass,” Wyatt counters, looking back at me. His hands part my thighs, eyes dropping to my pussy. His tongue swipes over his lips. “Fuck. Has he fucked you yet?” he asks, looking back up at me.

“Yeah.” My voice comes out in a whisper.

“Then your poor little pussy must be desperate to come.”

“Yes.” I nod. I’ll pay for that comment later, but the way Wyatt’s eyes drop back to my pussy makes me ache for his touch again. “You’ll make me feel good, right?”

“Yes. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” His hand slides up my thigh. “Did he come in you?”

“Mouth.” Is the only word that comes out. I don’t like talking about him when Wyatt is touching me, but there is no avoiding it with him towering over us.

“Here.” Hendricks throws a condom on my stomach. “Wouldn’t want you knocking the bitch up.”

“Yeah, that would just be awful for you. But you’d buy her an abortion, I’m sure.”

“Something her mother should’ve done.”

I’m so used to that comment I don’t react, but Wyatt’s eyes snap to him. A rage dances behind his brown eyes that I’ve never seen before.

“Bold statement coming from the man who’s been taking advantage of her for years.”

“Wyatt,” I whisper, touching his face. I turn it so he is looking back at me. “Ignore him, please?”

“That’s kind of impossible.” He sighs, and it hurts to hear. “But you should. I’m going to make you feel so good you can’t even think about his filthy hands on you. All the other boys will disappear from your pretty little head, until it’s just me there.”

To drive his point home, his thumb brushes over my clit. I moan, my body tingling from the mixture of drugs and him.

“God. Just fuck her already. No one has time for foreplay.”

“I do.”

He slides a finger inside me, curling it upwards. Quickly, he finds the spot that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Please, just fuck me. I want this over with.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sliding another finger into me. He strokes that spot with both fingers, and I moan. “But you asked me to make you feel good. I want to do that. Can I do that? Please let me do that, Tues.”

“Okay.” I nod as he starts pumping his fingers into me. My head is spinning. I want to lie back, but I don’t want to look away from him.

“Be a man and just fuck her. Who gives a fuck if she likes it? She is nothing but a fucking slut regardless.”

“Shut up,” Wyatt snaps. “Just because you’re a greedy asshole doesn’t mean that caring about her pleasure makes me less of a man. If anything, it makes me a better man.”