Page 7 of Stolen Kisses


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Eyes narrowed, she hit me again. “Asshole.”

I returned the glare and dug my fingers into her hip. “Don’t curse. You know I hate that on you.”

“Don’t throw me in the water,” was hissed from between clenched teeth in rebuttal.

“How about you don’t hide shit from me then,” I snapped back, releasing her for a minuscule second—a moment she took advantage of by putting some distance between us.

“Then quit dating vapid girls that treat me like shit.” It left her on a whisper, but I heard her loud and clear.

“Bailey.” Every muscle in my body locked into place at her confession. Anger loomed in the periphery of my subconscious, but I kept it there. Didn’t let it seep into my actions. Didn’t want to push her further away. “When? Please, tell me how it happened?”

Ignoring my questions, she walked back over and jammed a finger into my chest. “I’m not beneath them, you know. Just because I have a crush on...” Bailey slapped a hand over her mouth, face shocked at the outburst. It was as though she’d let something slip she didn’t want known.

“A crush on who?” That sudden revelation rocked me where I stood. Jealousy pulsed, and confusion reigned.

I needed the motherfucking who, what, and when, or I’d go insane. For some reason, I didn’t like the thought of my little B. dating.

“God, you are so clueless at times.” Her hand—which had stopped poking and was now grasping my wet T-shirt—released the stretched fabric. She left it there, though, right over my heart. It beat faster beneath her fingertips. “Always looking, but never in the right direction.”

“Give me his name.” My lips parted, and she followed the quick swipe of my tongue over them with her eyes.

“Take a wild guess.” Pulling herself closer, Bailey’s mouth was a few inches from mine. Her slim fingers wound themselves into my hair. Jesus, this was so wrong. She’s fifteen, and I’m now considered an adult. “It’s not that complicated.”

I breathed in her next exhale. “What’re you doing?”

She hovered but made no move to come closer. “Waiting.”

“For what?” It left me on a shaky breath. She couldn’t be talking about me.

No. No.

It’s a crush. Just a crush...

“On you to regain your sight. That, or disappoint me. Either way, I’ll have my answer.”

It took everything within me to resist the pull of her lips so close to my own. Instead, I brought her hands down and held them in my grasp.

Then, I took a few steps back. Again, she made no move.

Didn’t so much as blink when I squeezed them once and let them fall between us. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be. I’m not.” Green eyes locked on mine; she smiled and then moved past me toward the small ladder on the left side of the pool. She was a few feet away when she paused, took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Erica didn’t deserve your commitment or affection, Hunter. She was a bitch, plain and simple, and yet you forgave it all. Ignored the rude looks and snide comments she sent your sister and me. By the way, we forgive you for that.”

I turned around, giving her my back. “Give me a minute, B. Just a minute.” Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath trying to ignore the painful way my heart clenched inside my chest.

Bailey carried on as if I hadn’t spoken. “Just make sure that the next woman you’re with makes you happy. Deliriously so, and I’ll do the same with whatever guy I choose. Good luck.”

“This is too much, Little B. Let me think...” Suddenly, her lips were pressed against the center of my cotton-covered back, cutting off my reply. Pleasure zipped through my every nerve ending—goose bumps broke across my now sensitive flesh and once again, my cock jerked within its confines.

She’d rendered me a confused mess.

“You’ll have the rest of your life to think, Hunter. Goodnight.” And then, with one final kiss, she pulled back, and I felt empty all over again.

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Chapter 3:

Saturday 3am

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