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I was thinking about ways to get the fact that I wanna screw my stepsister off my brain…
“… You wanna buy me a drink?” She runs a hand up my bicep, and I refrain from grimacing.
I didn’t give her fuckin’ permission to touch me.
“Just wanna fuck,” I say, steeling my jaw.
There is nothing romantic in what I’m about to do and she needs to know that. If she’s not up for it, then I’ll find someone who is.
Her lips part and she’s either gonna slap me—which any good woman should—or she’s gonna take me up on the offer.
Her gaze slides down my body and lands on my crotch. “Subtle. You’re not even gonna buy me a drink first?”
I grunt. “Nope. I can give you dick, that’s it.”
I think she wants to be outraged, but her interest in me is outweighing her disgust.
Good. I don’t need no bitch catching any feelings about what this really is.
“Here?”
“Yup.”
Her eyes go wide. “I’m not usually that kinda girl…”
I glance down at her tits and her top leaves little to the imagination. I don’t know if they’re real or not and I don’t care. But I have a wood in my jeans and I need that taken care of.
“Fine with me. Like I said, we can fuck, and I’ll make it good for you, or you can go back on over to your friend and keep sippin’ on pink cocktails.”
Her eyes narrow. “I don’t even know you.”
“I fuck hard. That’s all you need to know.”
She glances down at my dick again.
She’s here to pick up or she wouldn’t still be standing here. I’d be wearing that goddamn drink, that’s for sure. “Jesus, you’re feisty. I like that.”
I tug on her wrist, and she yelps as I drag her toward the restroom.
I don’t give a shit that other people may be around. That doesn’t interest me.
I just need to get off and get Luna out of my mind.
If I tell myself that’s all this is, a mindless fuck and that Luna means nothing to me, then maybe I’ll start to believe it as well.
10
LUNA
I haven’t seenTag since the night he dropped me at home, but he’s all I’ve been thinking about. Even tonight, when I should be having a good time with my friends, I’m here thinking about him and what I should’ve said to make him stay. Not that he would.
Tag won’t be forced into doing anything he doesn’t want to; that’s how he is and will always be. I need to accept that. I guess never having found what we had all those years ago tends to stick with me, making me powerless to not compare other people to him. To Thomas.
The man I used to know.
This man? I don’t know him.
He’s rough. He’s mean. And he can be brash and impatient.
