Chase me.
Hurt me.
Fuck me.
My tongue peeks out between my parted lips, and I run it along my lip. His eyes follow the movement like a moth to a flame. Just as my lungs scream for breath, and tears begin to prick my eyes, he releases me and steps back. I take a deep breath, swallowing roughly.
“Fuck! You’re underage,” he mutters to himself.
I laugh at that. “I’m not even a year younger than Becky.” Our mother couldn’t keep her legs closed for long after she had my sister. Less than eleven months after Becky was born, I arrived. A month early.
“That’s not the point,” he snaps and spins back to me. He points his finger in my face as though I’m an unruly child.
The thought pisses me off. He thinks he can treat me differently than her, but what makes her so goddamn special and me nothing? I’ve never been close to my sister, but I’ve hated her the last couple of years. Ever since she tried to take something from me, I vowed I was going to make her pay. No matter what I had to do, I was going to break her fucking cold, dead heart. And this is it. The man standing in front of me is what I’ve been looking for. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m about to make him exactly what I need. The last piece in my own personal game to destroy my sister. So, instead of showing my anger, I give him a soft smile.
I open my mouth and lean forward. He stands before me; body stiff and eyes wide as I take his pointed finger into my mouth all the way up to the knuckle. The same one that still tastes like me because it was just inside me twenty minutes ago. My eyes stay trained on his, and I watch as his pupils dilate when I wrap my lips around his finger, then run my tongue along the bottom and slowly suck until it pops out. Then I lick my lips. “Wanna kiss me now, Deke?”
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even blink. Blue eyes burn into mine, and there’s a tic in his jaw. My eyes drop down to his jeans and bingo! He’s fucking hard. Because of me.
“Deke?”
He jumps at the sound of his name before looking away from me. Cole stands to the right, behind the trailer with us, holding Austin’s new bag of gummies in his hand. “Everything okay?” he asks. His blue eyes narrow in suspicion as he studies us.
Deke doesn’t answer. Instead, he just storms off, leaving me against the truck without so much as looking back.
Cole watches him leave, then his eyes come back to mine, void of any emotion. For as long as I’ve known him, unless he’s angry, he looks bored. I always thought he and Deke could pass as brothers, but where Cole is lean, Deke is bulkier. They’re the same height with blue eyes and brown hair, but Deke’s is a little darker. They’ve worn the same cut for as long as I can remember—short on the sides, long on top, and spiked to perfection. It was the GWS way. It’s as if all the guys on the swim team at Collins High said let’s look the same and make the girls beg us for attention. It worked. Fucking bastards.
I push off the trailer and wink at him as I walk by. “It was good seeing you, Cole.” Then I laugh.
BECKY
I look up from my phone just in time to watch Deke storm by us. I spin around to see Demi also walking our way with Cole right behind her carrying Austin’s gummies.
What is she doing with him?
“What’s wrong with Deke?” Austin asks Cole with a frown as she looks over her shoulder and watches him stomp away from us, headed toward the parking lot.
Yes. We’re leaving.
My sister was wrong earlier when she said I hate anything scary, but I didn’t correct her. She’s just a bitch who likes to piss me off. I came tonight to get on Deke’s good side. He almost kissed me in the kitchen back at Austin’s house, and I know he planned to seduce me.
Of course, I’m going to lie down and give it to him. Deke and I have this love-hate kind of relationship. Even back when we were fucking and I had a boyfriend, I knew I loved him. I just couldn’t be with him and him alone. It was … complicated. Now things are in damage control. I fucked up, and I’ve got to redeem myself.
It’s possible, but it’ll just take a lot of work. Possibly a lot of time on my knees. But a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.
“We’re leaving,” Cole snaps. He takes Austin’s hand and begins to drag her toward the parking lot.