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Jordan left a note that he’d gone to the crawfish broil and would bring me back a plate. Frankie tossed his bag. “Can I take a shower?”
“It’s only eight o’clock—,”
“Our water is out at the house and I haven’t taken one in two days.”
I dropped my phone onto the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”
Frankie shrugged, pushing back his dirty raven hair. “I don’t know. You worry about me and I know you need to do good in school—,”
I walked over and placed my hands on his shoulders. “Frankie, you come first. You’ll always come first. Do you understand that?”
He nodded. I shoved his head. “Now go wash your head. You look greasy.”
I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the new tennis shoes I’d bought with the little cash I earned over the summer mowing yards. Guilt banged against my chest.
Frankie’s old black Vans sat in the corner with the soul hanging off. He deserved better. I needed to find myself an on campus job before they were all gone.
Someone giggled from outside drawing my attention. I walked over to my window and glanced into the walkway. Josie leaned against the railing with King standing in front of her. He leaned down slowly, entrapping her with one arm on either side.
My blood ran hot. His fingers danced across her jaw, his lips skimming against hers.No. No. I clutched my fist, walking through my room to the front door. I grabbed the handle when Josie pushed it open.
She let out a hugeoomphwhen I jerked her inside and slammed the door behind her. “What in the—”
I silenced her with my mouth. I hated his lips had been there, or that he’d touched her.Why did I watch them? Why did I look? Josie turned her head from me and gasped for breath. “Maverick,” she hissed. “Stop it.”
I couldn’t. I wanted to stop for her, for my sanity, because I knew I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t. I wanted to take what I wanted for once.
My fingers dug into her thighs as I lifted her to my waist and sat on the arm of the couch behind us. She straddled my waist, and I trapped her there with my palms. “Kiss me,” I demanded.
Josie’s mouth turned into a perfect O and she swallowed hard. “I won’t. Why are you doing this to me? King is …nice.”
I clutched her skin with my fingertips. “Did he kiss you like I did?”
Josie’s gaze dropped.
“Say it. Say he didn’t,” I whispered.
“No, I won’t—,”
“Then he did?” I asked. “He made you feel better than me,huh?” I lifted my hips a bit, letting her feel how her presence affected me. “Why won’t you say it?”
Josie’s small hands clutched into fists. “Stop it!”
I couldn’t. “Admit it,” I whispered. “I make you feel better than him—,”
“I need a boy that will treat me with respect, Maverick. I need a boy that will be my boyfriend. Not some bully that kicks me while I’m down!”
I searched her face. “I never meant to—,” I stopped myself. Ididmean to do those things to her, but I wasn’t ready to tell her why I did it.
Instead, I palmed the curve of her bottom and laced my fingers around the nape of her neck. “I don’t think you need a boy at all, Josie.” Her dark eyes dropped to my mouth and I couldn’t stop the smirk. “I think you need a man to show you exactly what you need—,”
Josie reached up, grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, and kissed me. It felt unreal to have her against me again, her soft mouth opening for mine without any hesitation.
This frustration we held toward each other—this resentment turned me on more than any other girl I’d touched. Josie moaned into my mouth, clutching my hair so tight, it hurt, but I loved the pain. I’d always loved the pain.
I scooted her closer on my lap. She found a rhythm that I let her have, her hips moving against mine like a rocking horse, her teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Use me to let out your frustration."
She whimpered something incoherently into our kiss. Someone knocked on the door behind us, but I moved her back to my mouth when she tried to pull away. I tangled my fingers into her hair, pushing my hips up against her, knowing she’d never felt like this, never been on a boy’s lap.
