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She stares at the water and shakes her head. “I’m not. I wouldn’t lie about that.”
What she’s saying isn’t right. Ryan told me himself. He told me how good she was in the sack. He told me what a freak she was and how dirty she liked it. And I saw the bite marks on his neck. It’s something I could never forget because I wanted to murder my own brother.
“I told him I wanted to wait,” Lola tries to explain. “Mostly because I was intimidated that he would be my first.”
“Tell your stories to someone else,” I sneer. “I saw the evidence myself. I saw your claim all over him.”
She turns away, and her shoulders tremble. She’s crying. But I can’t feel sorry for her because she’s a fucking liar.
“Are you really that stupid, Daire?” she sniffles. “You think I did that? You think I left those marks on his body?”
My chest burns as I breathe in the salt air. I don’t want to buy into what she’s saying because believing her would mean that Ryan was toying with me. He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and there’s no way he would have stayed with a girl who wouldn’t pony up for him.
“Whatever happened doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “That’s not the point. If he were still here—”
“If he were still here, we wouldn’t be together.” She sounds so confident, but I’m not sure I believe her. I’m not sure that if things had ended differently that night, she actually would have left him. Ryan never let go of anything unless he wanted to.
Everything gets quiet, and I can’t seem to do what I know I should. I need to leave this pool and send her home. But I can’t stop watching the way the water laps at her body, making the fabric cling to her every curve. She is so small and fragile, and Ryan was a wrecking ball. I am too. She shouldn’t be anywhere near me. And she never should have been near him.
She sighs, and she’s ready to give up. Embarrassed. Defeated. Hurt. History keeps repeating itself. "God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I said that. It’s the wine or the… I don’t know. You probably couldn't even... like you aren't attracted to me in that way."
I should be a better man. My loyalty is to my brother, and I can’t grab her by the hips and yank her body against mine, but it’s exactly what I do. When she feels my cock smashed between us, she makes a noise that gets caught in her throat, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.
I grab her face and turn her into me. When I kiss her, it’s violent. It’s brutal. It’s too many years’ worth of pent-up frustration. She melts into me. I squeeze her jaw, and she opens her mouth. She lets me paw at her. She lets me invade her and dirty her up with my tongue. Our teeth clash. I twist my fingers in her hair, and her hands settle on my biceps. Small and soft and unsure.
t’s too late to turn back now. Lola has unleashed this monster, and she needs to understand the full consequences of that. I tilt her chin up and force her gaze to mine. "Sex with me won't be like Tom, LB. I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to use you. I'll make you please me, and then I'll make you scream my name when I'm done.”
She’s breathless, panting. So fucking turned on for me. “I want that.”
She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I try to stop myself again. I try. But her nipples are scraping against the material of her dress, and I know her pussy is dripping wet for me too. The war is already over. I accept defeat and hoist her soaking wet dress up over her head and toss it onto the concrete behind us. She shivers in her pink bra and panties and looks around nervously when I toss my shirt and jacket off to the side.
"We're going to do it here?"
"We're going to do it everywhere," I tell her. "Anywhere I fucking want, Lola. That's how this works."
She doesn’t argue, and I like that. I like it a lot.
My hand slides between her thighs, and she jolts when I make contact with the cotton panties. "Are you wet for me, Lola?"
A tiny nod. I pull her panties aside and barely brush my fingers against her.
Fuck me.
Her pussy is smooth. Waxed. And drenched.
For me.
I grab her by the hips and lift her up onto the concrete, leveraging her ass there while I make quick work of those pink panties. Her chest rises and falls in a rapid succession. She’s nervous, and she should be. I splay her legs apart, and she tries to close them.
"Open," I growl.
She does. "God, you can see everything down there,” she says. “Is this too weird?"
Her questions stop when I dive face first into her pussy and eat her out like my life depends on it.
Lola tastes so fucking sweet. So fucking good. So fucking mine.
She comes faster than I expected. Her fingers curled in my hair, her lips whispering my name.
