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“Your pussy is still wet for a loser, babe.”

Avery chewed on her lips so she couldn’t speak. Her thighs quivered against mine and I laughed. She was tongue-tied, which was why I had two choices and needed to decide fast. I could either flip her real quick and dominate her from behind. It would be easy to keep her head pressed down while I got us off. She probably would expect it of me, so I took the other option and ran with it.

Letting go of her arms, I pulled back to bury my face between the lips of her pussy and sucked her off. It was a calculated move. I had to tongue her at the right place fast enough to fill her with pleasure before her brain could process that I’d released her. I risked a swift kick to the head doing this.

Like a wind-up doll, I knew Avery’s next move was to rip my hair out of my scull. She tugged and I resisted. She pulled again but lifted her hips at the same time to offer me more. I got situated and licked her entrance with the tip of my tongue while I hooked my arms around her hips and went to town. She couldn’t stop me now even if she wanted to. Which I doubted she did by the way she grinded her pussy in my face. Her legs wrapped around my neck and she clenched her thighs, her desire leaked down my chin. It was like the bat signal. Avery was close to orgasming.

Dragging my way up her stomach and dropping kisses along the way, I found her lips and made out with her. Our teeth gnashed together as we breathed into each other. The way we were wrestling to push each other away was titillating. Skin to skin. Lust to lust. I needed Avery badly. Like a deep-seated itch.

I hiked up one of her legs and placed it around my hip, moaning into her mouth. She rewarded me by kissing me harder and allowed me to unleash the monstrous craving I carried around.

I wanted to be that guy for her the way she was that girl for me.

CHAPTER 4

Xavier

Avery is still running her mouth. “Wow. You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to ignore me the whole car ride.”

My brows crease together and I shoot her a fleeting glance. I frown. She’s staring at me, bewildered. Her hair is a mess around her face. The expression makes me wonder if I said anything out loud. I’d been so deep in the memory that I completely zoned out.

We’d gotten so addicted to those kinds of nights that it almost made losing worth it. She wanted me to win and cursed the opponent when I lost. She was proud, and that made me feel good. I thought about her all the time.

“I feel like I should say thanks for the ride, but what for?” she says sarcastically.

Avery shakes her head and unbuckles her seatbelt, then opens the car door. She places one foot on the asphalt and stills.

I look away, unbothered by her aggravation. My voice low, I say, “Get the fuck out, Ave.”

“You should rub one out,” she says, nodding toward my cock with her chin. “Might put you in a better mood.”

She gets out and slams the door on a hundred-grand car so hard her arm swings around. The brat did that on purpose. I palm my dick and press it down, hissing. I’d made it all the way to my sister’s house intending to not talk to Avery only to daydream about us having sex. Now my cock is throbbing. Fucking Avery and her ability to make me lose my self-control. Now I’m bothered.

Avery stops walking and looks over her shoulder. The bright headlights don’t lessen her harsh stare. She waits until she knows I’m watching. Her blond hair gleams in the night sky as it billows across her soft face. Lifting her arm, Avery flips me off. She holds it for a second, then puts the middle finger down to make anLwith her thumb and her index finger.

Loser.

A smirk splashes across her lips. Avery’s arm drops to her side. The porch light behind her flickers on and the front door opens. She turns and saunters away, probably proud she got the last word.

Reversing my car with a quick jerk, I pull out of Adrianna’s driveway and head to the first place I can think of to get a drink.

A titty bar.

I’m getting drunk tonight. Relief washes over me at the thought of being numb to the urges my gut craves. Numb to Avery. Maybe I can get my dick sucked too while I’m there, otherwise I’ll be too wound up and target anyone who gets in my path.

My fingers curl into a fist. I know myself.

Turning left, I exit my sister’s neighborhood. I speed over the limit and cut people off until I see the neon yellow lights hanging from the dingy window in the distance.

Home sweet home.

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