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“I still need to find out how your pussy feels around my cock.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to,” I gasp. Wes dips his mouth back down to my other nipple and I whimper. I’m already soaked for him. I grind against his erection and he growls, sending shockwaves through my nipple and down to my toes.
“That’s such a good fucking girl.” He guides my hips with one hand up and down his hard length, the friction sending pleasure through my clit. “What do you want?” he asks, breathless. “My mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
“Sorry? A girl’s never been so wet for me, she drips down my neck before. That’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.” He sits up and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Should probably take my clothes off before you soak them next, though.”
When I glance down at where our bodies connect, I realize there are still a few inches that I haven’t gotten inside me. How is that possible? I already feel completely filled up. “I don’t think I can take every inch,” I gasp.
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re so fucking tight. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”
“I know, baby. You’re doing amazing. You’re taking my cock like such a fucking good girl.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum on you. I’m going to paint you with every drop.”
“You know what I’d do for a threesome with the two of you?” he purrs. My stomach churns. I don’t want to know. “Your sweet pussy grinding on my mouth while she rides my cock with her tight little cunt. You two squeezing each other’s tits and making out on top of me.” Trey lets out a low groan that turns my stomach. God, he fantasizes about Chloe and me like that when we’re both nothing but repulsed by him. I glance over my shoulder, hoping Wes will finish in the shower soon and come to my rescue. Trey grips my chin, squeezing and jerking me back to face him. “Pounding you both with my hard
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“Wow.” He leans back, shaking his head. “I thought you wanted to kill this bitch and now you’re falling in love with her? Dude, she’s playing mind games with you. Don’t fall for that shit.”
I’m not falling for any sort of mind games. What’s happening between us is real. Violet was meant for me from day one. We’ve been through hell, and now we’re figuring out our way back together. I’m not letting anything or anyone stop us.
“No lifeguard on duty.” I slip my hand down her bikini bottom. “You’re the one who wanted to go swimming. I would’ve happily fucked you wherever you wanted.”
I love how easy it is to turn her on. Violet plays like she’s this meek, quiet book nerd. But she’s got another side. A girl who wants me to choke her with my belt and make her come on my cock where anyone could walk in on us. I’m happy to fulfill her fantasies. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to rub my clit while I ride your cock.”
“Go on, baby. Try to take every inch.” She might never be able to, but I’d love to see her try.
Fuck, I love hearing my name on her lips. I want to make her moan my name every single day. “You love my cock inside you, huh, baby?”
“That was incredible,” she says in my ear, and I fucking love how breathless I’ve made her. “You’re incredible.”
I freeze. No girl’s ever said that to me before. I’ve spent the last few months tormenting her, punishing her for ending my sister’s life in an accident. And she still thinks I’m incredible. My heart pounds as I tug her closer to me, and not just because I exploded inside her five seconds ago. I pull her wet hair behind her shoulders so I can whisper the words right in her ear. The words that terrify me just to think, let alone say. But after everything I’ve put her through, she deserves to hear them. “I’m falling in love with you, Violet.”
“Yeah. Every fucking little sound that leaves your mouth, every moan and gasp and whimper, makes me want to shove my cock in that tight little pussy and fuck you until you’re screaming.”
“You’re going to take my tongue first, baby.” Warmth stirs low in my belly at the promise. “I want to taste that sweet pussy and feel how soaked you are for me.”
“Because you were made for me,” he says simply.
“Come for me, Violet. Clench that tight little pussy on my cock. I want that pussy squeezing every drop of cum out of my cock and your beautiful screams filling my ears.”
“So are you. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Every part of you”—He grabs between my legs—“belongs to me now. Got it?”
“I don’t want you to. I’m all yours. I’m not like your ex. You can trust me. I know I’ve already caused you enough pain, believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you again.”
My cock slides out of her, taking some of my cum with me before I smack her ass. It gives a satisfying jiggle, and she jumps, the slap echoing in the empty locker room. I chuckle and take her hand, guiding her to the showers. She has no clue what she’s in for. We’re just getting started. “Come on, little flower. I need another.”
“I can’t believe I let myself trust you again. You killed my fucking sister, and I forgave you for that. I forgave you for the worst thing anyone’s ever done to me because I’m the biggest fucking moron on the planet. Why did I think putting trust in someone like you would work out?”
Disbelief and disappointment settle into her features, but she meets my gaze. “I will apologize every single day for what I did. A hundred times a day. But until you’re ready to forgive me, you’ll never believe it. You’ll never trust me.”
“Don’t let me see your fucking face again. Because I can promise you, you won’t like what happens if I do. As far as I’m concerned, the Violet I knew died the same night as my sister.” I release her, knowing I’ll never touch her again. She knows it too. “You’re dead to me.”
“Violet. I wasn’t exactly being subtle. I’ve spent months trying to get you and Wes together. Leaving you alone together, ambushing you with a double date, dragging you to my parents’ house for the weekend. I literally abandoned you with him at the carnival.”
“Obviously! How awesome would that be? You could marry him, and we’d be real sisters! Plus, I wouldn’t have to deal with Wes’s mopey ass anymore.”
I stupidly thought Wes had fallen in love with me. That he’d forgiven me, against all odds. I was wrong. Of course he hasn’t forgiven me. I’ve known since that day outside the courthouse that Wes would never be able to forgive me for what I did to Chloe. To their family. To him. Maybe he convinced himself he could, for a little while. Kissed me, fucked me, held me, protected me, opened up to me.
I’m still in love with him, and I know I will be for a long time. Long after he’s moved on and fallen in love with someone else. The reality of that future already makes my chest ache.
“Exactly. But that’s not how he feels. He only seems to hate you because he hates himself, and he’s taking it out on you—the most obvious target. He was there, and he didn’t get to her in time. I’m sure you can understand how heavy a burden that is to bear.”
“I’m sure he was very upset with you for your role. But he knows it was an accident. He knows there’s a reason the judge gave you a not-guilty verdict. But Wes is certainly struggling with his own inner demons. A battle I would wager he’s losing.”
Quit playing dumb. We both know you two are perfect for each other.
I can’t help it—I grin at my phone. Not sure how perfect I am for her, but Violet does seem pretty fucking perfect for me.
I can just barely make out the shadows of two skinny girls, hovering at the pool's edge. Their laughter floats through the night air, and my chest swells at Violet’s. That musical, melodic laugh. I want to be the one responsible for that sound.
The 911 operator talks me through giving my sister CPR while the sirens get closer and closer. But I already know it’s too late. My sister isn’t moving. She isn’t breathing. She’s gone. And Violet, her best friend, is the one who fucking pushed her.
“You don’t get it. I watched Violet push her in.” I grind out the words, each one more difficult than the last. Heart breaking all over again. “I watched Violet jump in after her, and I was just standing there. Laughing. She and I were both laughing, like it was some funny joke. I didn’t even realize anything was wrong until Violet started screaming. I should’ve run over the second she pushed her in.”
I could’ve saved her. I should’ve saved her. That’s the thought that’s been haunting me every single night since she died. I stood by and laughed while my sister drowned. I let Violet take all the blame. She was the one who pushed her, after all. If she hadn’t done that, my sister wouldn’t need saving. But no matter how many times I told myself that, no matter how much I hurt Violet and punished her for what she did, that ache in my chest never went away. The burden of guilt on my shoulders, threatening to snap me in two, growing heavier and heavier by the day.
“What happened to Chloe was an accident.” Mom’s voice is watery now too, but she’s trying to hold it together. For me. The only child she has left. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened, Wes. You can’t blame Violet either. It was an awful, horrible accident. I’m so sorry you lost your sister. But it isn’t your fault. Don’t think that for even a second.”
But it hasn’t. Bullying her for what she did to Chloe has only made me feel worse. Another burden weighing on my soul. If Chloe knew what I’ve done to Violet, she’d never forgive me. If she knew that I’m still punishing her—for something she didn’t even do—she’d crucify me herself. I hear her words in my ear, crystal clear like her ghost is right next to me on the ice. Hands on her hips, in her figure skating suit. Move on, Wes. What’s done is done. We only get this one life, and you’re wasting it.
I’ll never move forward if I’m always stuck in the past. My parents were right—I need to forgive Violet. Forgive myself. Because not forgiving her, not forgiving us, is only hurting me. Not helping. And I’m fucking tired of the pain. Of feeling it, and causing it.
Violet and I fucked up that night. But it was an accident, and Chloe knows we’re sorry. We’re in this together. Which is why I can’t properly grieve my sister without Violet by my side.
Violet is the most loyal girl I’ve ever met. Loyal to her best friend to the grave. Loyal to me, even when I don’t deserve it. My little flower, strong enough...
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“Wes was the mastermind. He planned all of this. He’s just too much of a little bitch to follow through.” Trey bends, twisting his fingers in my hair and nearly ripping it from my scalp. I cry out. “An idiot who fell in love with a little pussy.”
“The one at Novak’s. The one where you drowned your little friend.”
The second I’m out of the car, Violet’s screams rip through my eardrums. Just like that night she was screaming over my sister’s dead body. But this time, it’s Violet I need to save. And she’s still alive. There’s still hope.
“I love you, Violet. I love you so fucking much. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you, but I’m here now. You’re going to be all right. I’m getting you out of here.”
If Trey managed to cut his windpipe, Wes won’t be able to breathe. If he sliced through a major artery, Wes has only minutes before he succumbs to the blood loss. Maybe seconds. Seconds left to tell him everything I need to. To tell him how much I love him. How much I ache for him when he’s not around. How being with him helps me remember my best friend and grieve her. How his laugh makes me smile even when I’ve forgotten how. How getting wrapped in his arms makes me feel like I’m home.
