not recommend.
When she finally released my dick and met my gaze, I pushed her away, making her fall on her trifling ass. Who the hell sucks dick with their eyes closed anyway? “We’re done here.”
“But you didn’t come,” she flirted, reaching for me again.
“Do you really care?” I challenged as I quickly tucked myself back inside my sweats. “She saw us. She’s broken. Mission accomplished.”
Standing, Selena placed her hands on her hips with a conspiratorial smile. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you got the pound of flesh you came here for, now pack up, and get the fuck out of my town.”
“Hmmm…I kind of like it here. I think I’ll stay.”
Over my dead body. Or yours. “Do you really think Tyra’s going to go for that after what we just did?”
“Why wouldn’t she?” When she shrugged her shoulders, I knew she thought she’d get away with it. “I’m her sister. She’ll forgive me eventually. It’s not like you two were serious or anything.”
I paused, mentally calculating how long I’d go to prison if I strangled her to death. “That’s not what you had to say twenty-four hours ago when you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” I shoved past her on my way out of the room, and when I hit the stairs, it was hard as fuck keeping my pace casual and my expression impassive as I made my way down. Getting through the thick crowd was even harder, but finally, I made it outside in time to see my friends rushing toward the parked cars in search of Tyra. They’d be pissed, that much was inevitable, and I was not looking forward to the hell they’d bring down on my head when the dust cleared.
I wasn’t sure what led me underneath the house, but when I found her there, hugging one of the stilts, my resolve almost broke for the first time since she caught me with my pants down.
Almost.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said when she didn’t turn around. Tyra knew I was there, but she avoided facing me as if it would delay the inevitable.
“But you’re not—” Her voice broke, and I forced my feet not to move. “You’re not sorry you did it?”
“No.” It was amazing how our tones individually reflected what we were feeling inside—hers in shambles while mine was so incredibly empty.
“And when you said you loved me…are you sorry for that, too?”
I closed my eyes, cursing her for bringing up that night and me for believing I’d meant every word. This would be so much simpler if I weren’t so reckless. If I hadn’t opened the door and foolishly let her in.
“Yes.”
“Why should I believe you?”
I sighed, wanting to walk away right then and there, but the need to see this through kept me rooted to the spot. “I’m bored, Tyra. I don’t know how else to put it.”
“So, you put it in that bitch instead?”
The part of me that remembered we’d at least been friends once upon a time wanted to assure her that I hadn’t fucked her sister—as if that made a difference. Instead, I told myself that it was better if Tyra believed the worst.
“Look at me,” I ordered against my better judgment. Always the stubborn pip, Tyra shook her head, refusing. Stepping forward, I gripped her shoulders gently and turned her around. It was now or never. She needed to see that I was completely fucking serious. “I made a mistake.”
As if my body were fighting against me, I felt my finger twitch. A moment later, something resembling relief flooded her gaze. I didn’t get the chance to question why because Tyra started to melt into my arms. It was all I could do not to take her into them. My fingers dug into her shoulders, the need was so great, but I also realized they were keeping her at bay. I saw her hurt behind my rejection, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to ensure myself and her that we were done. Irrevocably broken.
Finally, she pushed me away, and I let her. I was relieved to see that her fire still burned, that the most crucial parts of Tyra would survive after she walked away. Otherwise, this would all be in vain. “It took you a year to figure that out?”
I forced myself to shrug, feeling the wind, but nothing was as cold as her icy gaze. Realizing how close I was to our inevitable end, I spoke, driving that final