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And why are they called the Peach Society when clearly our town has gone all in on almonds? Because the cornerstones of our town, the holy grail of women, are all lesbians, and that’s what they decided to call themselves.
“You’ve just been . . . lackluster. Mopey. And it hasn’t been fun to be around you. Or on the phone with you.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Mopey? Is he fucking kidding me? “That’s because my fucking sister died!” I yell.
“Friends?” I scoff. “Matt, I’ll be spending the next year of my life manifesting the shit out of you losing your testicles by an inmate you meet on your first day in jail after committing one of your felonies you seem to find joy in.”
“You’re terrible at giving oral, you couldn’t find my clit if it knocked you on the nose, and your penis is crooked, and not in a good way. It felt more like trying to wrangle a bent pencil in my vagina than getting pounded by a beefy salami.”
“Never would have seen you as a creamer kind of guy.” “Oh, I cream a lot,” I say as she takes a seat on an island chair right across from me.
“Nice visual, but like I said, I could do better. Your pussy is not worth my time.” “I have a great pussy,” she defends. “You’re not worth my pussy’s time.”
“Yes, your house is nice. You, on the other hand, just popped out of Satan’s asshole, and I’d rather not share a living space with a fiery anus. Thank you very much.”
“Wait, so Matt gives you the ick, but a twelve-year age difference doesn’t?”
“Age gap is in.”
“I’m anything but a prince. If you want to address me, you can address me as king . . . or daddy. Never prince.”
Hell, Matt had a hard time finding her clit. I’d not only locate it in a second, but I’d destroy it.
I like her. I’ll admit it, I like Hattie Rowley when I know damn well I shouldn’t.
Motherfucker, I want this. I want those lips. I want this girl. I want every goddamn thing about her.
“You smell like electric sunshine.” “Electric sunshine?” she asks. “What exactly does that smell like?” I shift, my body precariously growing closer. “Radiance with a zing, like soft summer meadows zapped by lightning. Like a sweet combination of fire and rain. Soft and edgy. Bright and dark all in one.”
“You’re not the dick I thought you were, Hayes. And that should be terrifying for us both.”
“Exactly. And what do I get for being a born-again Virgin Mary? A broken hip that’s going to kill me in six months. And there’s Ethel, kick-ball-changing down the boardwalk with her loose, whore hips.” She waves her fist toward the window out of pure agony. “Life is not fair.”
Lmfao she really does NOT like Ethel hahahahaha
“Afraid you might fuck me?” “Afraid I might destroy you,” I growl as I move my hands back to her ribs, feeling every bone, every divot.
I don’t like that she cried. I don’t like seeing it, and I don’t like hearing it.
When I don’t look at him, he grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eyes. That’s all it takes, one look from him, and the tears fill my eyes. Dammit. I don’t want to cry in front of him. I don’t want him to know how today affected me.
And now I'm fucking crying 😭😭😭
What are the odds? Just when you claim you can escape his music. It’s almost as if an author is fucking around with your life, pulling all the strings.
“You want to see how you own me? This is it. Now scoot over.”
“Fuck . . . I like you, Hattie.” My heart nearly shatters. His rough, tortured voice pierces me to my very core. “I like you too, Hayes.” And that’s the last thing we say to each other before we fall asleep.
“Your mouth.” I meet her eyes. “It’s what sins are made of.”
They’re all there, and unfortunately, nothing can stop me as I growl and flip her to her back so I’m hovering over her. She spreads her legs, welcoming my body.
“I can’t fucking wait to get inside this pussy,” he says, thrusting harder. “I’m going to destroy it.”
“I think we went over this. When it comes to you, yes, I’m the neediest motherfucker you’ll ever meet.”
She’ll be marked as mine tonight. I might remember the way she sucked my cock until the very fucking day that I die, but tonight, nothing will ever compare to what she’s about to experience.
“I . . .” She gulps. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
“Mmm.” I drag my nose over her cheek. “Good fucking girl.”
This is my girl. I just claimed her. Marked her.
Hattie fucking Rowley just rocked my goddamn world.
The bathroom door opens, and I turn my head to catch Hattie walking toward me, her perky tits on full display, her body marked by my mouth, my scruff, my hands, and the first thing that pops into my head is the word: mine. She’s all fucking mine.
“Then it’s settled.” Gran claps her hands together. “You’re going to get pregnant.” Jesus. Christ.
Gran is funny as fuck
Look up at me because I have something to say to you . . .
“I love you, baby,” he says, stealing the breath right from my lungs.
“It’s your first birthday without her,” he says quietly. “I can’t bring her back, but I can bring back her memory.”
And that’s exactly why I love him, because even though he might be closed off and quiet when it comes to his personal life, when he wants to open up, he gives you every last inch of him, and that’s what he’s giving me now.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Not looking to get in your pants, baby, just looking to show you how much I love you.”
“Because that’s the kind of power us ladies have.” She raises her fist to the air. “We are the Nutcrackers of Almond Bay.”
I truly believe there was a reason I hated this man, because deep down . . . I was supposed to love him.
