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“So, India, huh?” Thea says, walking over to stand right fucking in front of me. “She broke up with you? That's gotta suck.”
“You were eavesdropping?”
Her slender shoulders shrug. “Not intentionally.”
My teeth grind painfully, my temple thrumming an achy rhythm. “How much did you hear?”
She smiles wryly and I want to wipe the expression off her mouth with my lips. “Enough to know you haven't slept with her since I came back.”
“That's just a coincidence,” I attest. “Don't kid yourself into thinking it's got anything to do with you.”
She sets her hand down on the side of Stanley’s car and cocks her hip. “So, it's true, then?”
Inwardly, I curse myself for confirming it, but I don't give her the satisfaction of seeing my thoughts play out on my face.
“Why so interested in my sex life?” I lean back casually against the car I've been working on today and regard her with a slow, lazy smirk. “Is your boyfriend not satisfying you?”
She scowls. “I don't have a boyfriend.”
“Tsk,” I tut, pushing off the car and sauntering the few paces over to her. Reaching out, I twirl a wisp of scarlet hair around my finger. “That's not what the gossip sites are saying.”
“I didn't realize you read those things.”
“You're not denying it.”
She peers up at me, her expression one of curiosity. I watch her as she studies me, trying to get a read on my thoughts from the lines on my face and the tilt of my lips. And though it fucking pains me to admit it, it's a struggle not to lean down and kiss her.
“Do I need to?” she asks finally, and the look in her eyes is so intense I have to fight not to look away.
“Nah, princess. I don't give a shit either way.”
Except, the poisonous fury searing me from the inside at the thought of another man touching her says otherwise.
Her lips twitch into a disbelieving smirk. “Sure you don't.”
Like a shot fired from a gun, I have her shoved up against Stanley's car, my pelvis pinning her there, my arms caging her in.
“You think I care if your prissy-ass boyfriend doesn't know how to make you come?”
Her chin tilts up, causing her nose to brush against mine. “What makes you think he can't make me come?”
I dip my head to the curve of her neck and breathe in the scent of her.
When we were young, she used to wear this cheap perfume she'd buy from the gas station that smelled like strawberry milkshake. And at the time, I'd loved it because it added to the sweetness of her. But now that she's older, all traces of that sickly, saccharine smell are gone. In its place is a scent that is all woman.
Jasmine. Vanilla. Lily of the valley. It's an inebriating mixture that has my tongue darting out to lick a hot trail up her throat. I can't help myself. It's an action fueled by biological instinct and the desire suddenly saturating my blood.
Thea gasps. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me, princess,” I say against her skin. “Does he know where to touch you to make your knees weak? Does he know what to say to make your pussy wet?” I press my lips to her throat again, sucking lightly at the pulse point. Her entire body starts to tremble. “Does he know how to make you come so fucking hard that you make a mess all over his sheets?”
“Cole.” She says my name as a protest, but it's a weak one, whimpered and breathy.
“Yes, princess?”
“What are you doing?”
I pull my mouth away from her skin, pushing away from the car, and stand back to my full height so I can look down at her. “Proving a point.”
