The Worst Kept Secret (Secrets, #2)

by Q.B. Tyler

haven’t seen Theo in almost six months. Six months ago, when we’d made out in his car and I’d sat in his lap and fucked myself with my fingers until I came with the promise of more. It wasn’t the first time we’d hooked up, having done so once the previous summer, but it was the furthest we’d ever gone. We hadn’t spoken about it after, almost as if we were both pretending it hadn’t happened. Me out of humiliation and hurt and him to keep it hidden from the one person he was sure it would hurt the most. Lucas Graham. My best friend. His son.

“Oh? Here I thought you liked indulging in things you might be a little old for?”

“We are already playing with fire, you and me, because we’ve been dancing around this for three years.”

“And maybe once you let me inside of you, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and want it again. Maybe you only want it once, but…I don’t work that way.”

I was trying to be a good man, but I’m not a saint.

“I should put you over my knee for having a body that looks and feels that good.” He pauses. “Don’t fuck anyone else, Avery,” he says through gritted teeth. “I won’t.” I cry. “I won’t. I don’t want to!” “Good.” He grunts. “This pussy is fucking mine now.”

“You can take it, baby. Take me. You’re doing so well.”

“In another life, it would be so easy.” “In another life, I probably don’t live right next door, so maybe we would never cross paths,” she teases. “I’d find you in every lifetime.”