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"What are you talking about?" I ask, my eyes locked on the wall behind her and a fake tone of confidence drips from my tongue. The corners of my lips tug up as she lets out a small growl, shooting daggers into my chest. Her fists open and close by her sides, and her cheeks have become a dangerously dark shade of red.
"Don't touch me like that and then act like . . ." Her voice trails off, yet she takes a brave step towards me. I raise an eyebrow and stare at her expectantly. "Like you have no idea what you did! Stop acting like you feel nothing for me when we both know that you do! You're a giant pussy," she finishes, her jaw clenched in anger.
Pulling my lips back, I cross my arms and glare down at her as rage builds deep in my chest. “You need to think carefully about what you're going to say next, princess,” I reply, my eyes narrowed into slits. I take a menacing step towards her. Our bodies are pushed against each other now, heat radiates off of the both of us in blistering white hot waves. My chest is rising and falling at an alarming rate as anger blurs my vision. For a second, I wonder whether I should run through the door behind her.
"And why would I do that? So you can run away again? Pretend like nothing happened and move on with your life? News flash Tyler, it didn't work last time, and it won't work this time." She pushes back like always, her chest rising in time against mine.
I can feel my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans as flashbacks of last summer flicker through my mind like a movie reel. The hot Mexico sun beaming down on my back as she lay under me on nothing but a thin beach towel. Her nails ripping into my shoulder blades while mine gripped the soft white sand with every jaw-grinding thrust.
We spent hours on that beach, hiding away from reality until we couldn't anymore. It was fun, even exciting, hiding the late-night meetups from our friends. But it was also selfish. Stupidly selfish. And after we got on that plane and flew home, I promised myself I wouldn't betray them again. But I did the night I took her home from that club and I hate myself for it.
“It was working," I mumble, closing my eyes in a weak attempt to keep myself from staring at the black bra peeking out from her sheer shirt. My feeble attempt is made futile when I grip the thin material between my fingers. “Have you worn this in public before?” I grit through clenched teeth. Jealousy burns in my veins, forcing images in my head that I don’t want to see.
Looking down at her shirt, she plays with the hem before looking back up at me again with a widespread smirk. "Oh, this? I usually only wear it when I'm looking to get laid. The guys usually can't keep their eyes off—"
I slam my lips against hers before she can finish the rest of her sentence, knocking her back into the wall as she gasps in shock. She responds to me instantly and runs a hand through my hair, pulling me harder against her. I cup her face tightly in my hands and snake my tongue through her parted lips. Any self-control I had is long gone the second she pushes off my hat and scratches her fingers along my scalp. She then gives a harsh tug to the hair on the back of my neck, and a gravelly groan falls against her mouth.
Letting go of her cheeks, I run my hands down her sides, grabbing tightly on her exposed hip. I pull her towards the bed that is waiting for us a few feet away. When my knees brush up against it, I sit down and pull her onto my lap. As she readjusts her ass on my thighs, she pulls away slightly, beaming at the obvious hard-on nestling between her spread legs. Then, without warning, she tugs at the shirt covering my torso. Taking the hint, I raise my arms and yank the shirt off for her and throw it away carelessly.
"Does this feel familiar, Tyler?" she coos, and my blood runs hot with lust. Her hand inches down my stomach and grabs me through my jeans. My head falls back at the sudden contact, and I fight back the moan that's itching to be set free by tugging my bottom lip between my teeth and gnawing roughly at it.
"Words, Ty," she purrs into my ear, fingers moving up my length until they reach my zipper. “Tell me you remember how good we felt together.”
"Yeah." I choke, every inch of my body needing more friction between us. "You know it does."
She tells me she liked my answer by grasping the waistband of my jeans. I raise my hips, allowing her to pull them down enough for the cold air to hit my cock through my boxers. "What about this?" Her hand wraps around me through the last boundary, gently rubbing where I need her touch. Her baby blues stare at me innocently, just begging me to fuck her and give us what we both need. As I open my mouth to speak, a loud knock on the door echoes through the room. I freeze, my eyes on the locked door. Gracie jumps away from me and her body makes a loud crack as she hits the hardwood floor. In any other situation, her clumsiness would have made me laugh.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Put your shirt on! That could be my brother!" she whispers. Her expression is frantic as she runs her shaking fingers through her hair. I stand up quickly, jumping as I pull my pants back on. "Fuck, I'm so stupid! It's definitely my brother," she rambles, hands still wrapped in her hair.
I brush her concern off with a light chuckle, "He won't suspect anything."
Another knock on the door sounds and she pushes me back forcefully, eyeing the small spare room. "Where's your shirt? I can't find it!"
My heart drops when I don’t see it either.
