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I kissed her again just to shut her up. It didn’t stop her moans, but I let my mind wander to distract myself. I threw my phone up on the counter, my eyes cracking open just enough for me to tap the screen.Fuck!I’d already blown four minutes trying to get my dick to respond. This was a mess. I started to get nervous.
The plan wouldn’t work if my dick didn’t. It made me think back to the way Wilder looked on the hood of that car. I’d been so focused on Blackwell, making sure he did a good job, but I’d snuck peeks at her beautiful face to see that she enjoyed everything he did.
I wanted her to pay for making me watch that shit.
I wanted her to walk in on me fucking Kira and suffer the way I had—even if I didn’t knowwhyI’d suffered seeing it.
Because you were jealous, you idiot.
I groaned.
Could never happen…
I don’t get jealous.
I don’t even like her…
I shook my head and focused. Just the thought of her walking in on us, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping… Her fists balling at her sides… Jealousy rearing its ugly head and contorting her goddesslike features with rage…
Uh-oh…
What do we have here?
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who liked the thought of that. My dick seemed to like it, too.
Pissing off Wilder. That was what would get me through to the finish line.
I snuck another look at my phone as Kira and I kissed. She was so into it she didn’t even notice my awkward kissing or the fact I kept opening my eyes to look at the screen. Two minutes before the bell rang.
“You want more?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes! Now!”
“Good. Turn around,” I ordered.
She hopped down and did as I asked, and I swept her hair around her shoulders. Her light auburn hair was a turnoff for me. Had it been dark brown or black, I could have at least pretended she was Wilder, but I couldn’t right then.
The further into this I got, the more fucked up I felt. There was a growing pit in my stomach. Something I doubted I’d felt since I was a kid, before it was beaten out of me.
Guilt.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I didn’t want to fuck Kira. It felt wrong. Fucking girls and throwing them away wasn’t exactly new to me. They knew what they were getting into, and most came back for another round later after their anger disappeared. Somehow, though, this was different.
Flipping her skirt up and looking at her thong panties, I pictured just how easy it would be to slide them to the side and do what I’d set out to do—but I couldn’t.
I groaned. Wilder would be here any minute, and this whole thing would be for nothing.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” I said.
“What? Why?”
I looked up to see her watching me in the reflection of the mirror.
I shook my head. “Trust me, I wish I knew. Truth is, I wasn’t entirely honest. I’m using you to piss someone else off.”
