“No.” We both lie in unison.
She pulls away from him. “You said you were done.”
“I am.” He nods.
“But now you’re playing some sick game with someone.”
“It’s not what you think,” he argues.
She places her hands on her hips. “Then explain it to me.”
“Not my place.”
She looks at me, and I give her a big smile. “I’m a rock, baby.” I’m not telling her anything. Can’t take the chance she’ll run off and tell Becky. I don’t wanna have to deal with her more than I already do. I wanna fuck her, not listen to her bitch. And I think my warning was very clear. Demi will keep her mouth shut, and she’ll stay the hell away from me.
Austin leans over to pick up her clothes and then storms off into the house.
Cole turns and looks at me over his shoulder. “You got her?”
I nod. “We’ll be fine. Won’t we, Lilly?”
She giggles. “Let’s dive for rings.”
He turns back to the house and goes in after her. I have no doubt they’ll be fighting it out with her on her back and him between her legs.
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An hour later, I’m in the shower washing away the chlorine water when I hear a knock on my bathroom door. “What?” I ask.
Cole clears his throat, and I pop my head out of the frosted door to look at him. “You have a visitor.”
My jaw tightens. It’d better not be my father. I’m still avoiding that fucker, but I don’t put it past him to show up here in Texas to make me talk to him. “Who?”
He gives me that Cole Reynolds smile that I know all too well. His previous argument with Austin forgotten, so I know he told her. He didn’t have to say it, and I didn’t ask. Austin can be relentless when it comes to wanting to know what’s going on. It’s better for her to know than to bother me twenty-four seven. “She’s downstairs in the living room waiting on you.” He slaps the bathroom door. “We’re on our way out. You have the house to yourself for at least three hours. Make them count.”
DEMI
I sit on Cole and Austin’s couch scrolling through Facebook on my phone. I’ve been waiting for over twenty minutes in silence. Cole and Austin left with Lilly. Austin looked at me strangely when she answered the door and I asked if Deke was here, but she didn’t question me. At first, I thought it was pity and then confusion. I didn’t want to get into it with her. I would prefer her to not tell my sister that I was here. Maybe she thinks my visit involves Becky. That I’m here to save her from the big bad wolf. Maybe I’m here to tell Deke to leave Becky alone.
If only.
“Well, well, well. I must say I’m surprised to see you here.” Deke enters the living room dressed in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. I look away as my face heats. I hate that after he left me lying on my bed horny last night, I finished what he had started. “Come to play some more?” He plops down across from me in a white leather recliner.
I take a chance to look at him, and he has his muscular arms crossed over his smooth and defined bare chest. His skin tan from spending so much time out in the pool over the summer. His dark hair is wet and pushed back off his forehead. His baby blue eyes twinkle as they look me up and down. My legs tighten, and my breathing hitches when he stops on my chest. I remember his lips … my eyes drop lower, scanning over his defined abs. I’ve never seen a boy look so much like a man. It’s hard to believe he’s only eighteen and a fucking bastard.
His eyes move to my bruised wrists. “I’m a little disappointed.” Then they return to mine. “I’d hoped your hands were still tied behind your back.”
My heart begins to race at his words, and my body heat rises. God, it’s like I just walked into a sauna. Sweat breaks out across my forehead, and I rub my hands against my jean-clad thighs. “I came to call a truce.” The words burn my throat as if I just downed a shot of acid.
He tilts his head to the side. “Truce?”
“Don’t act stupid, Deke. We both know you’re not.” I roll my eyes, ignoring the throbbing between my legs.
I’m testing him. And myself. I’ve always been a competitive person by nature. I have to win. And that is exactly why I’m going to take Deke away from my sister. He doesn’t know it yet, but she wants him back. They’re playing this little cat and mouse game right now, but she has no idea she’s got competition. Neither one of them will ever see me coming. Not until it’s too late.
He smirks and stands. My head falls back to rest on the cushion in order to look up at him, towering over me. His stomach muscles flex when he lifts his hands, running them through his wet hair. A smirk plays on his lips while he watches me take him all in. My eyes drop to his sweatpants and the fabric leaves nothing to the imagination—the outline of his impressive dick clearly visible—and he’s not even hard. My mouth begins to salivate. He steps forward, placing his hands on both armrests. Leaning into me, he lowers his face until it’s inches from mine. The smell of his masculine body wash hits me, and I bite my inner cheek to keep from moaning.
“You’re right.” He lowers his voice and licks his lips. “I’m not stupid. And neither are you. I knew you’d fold. I don’t call you Becky for nothing.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I demand. My hands itch to slap him across his pretty, perfect face to see what he’d do. Instead, I clasp them together. Don’t show all your crazy at once, Demi. You gotta leave a little surprise.
His blue eyes drop to my chest. I suck in a breath when they linger. Is he thinking what I am? Did he like what he felt last night as much as I did? My boobs aren’t small, but they’re not as big as my sister’s. Did he like mine more or less?
He smirks to himself before pushing off the chair and walking out of the living room and down the hall, ignoring me. His back muscles on full display. I stay transfixed on the way they ripple at his movements. His gray sweatpants sit low on his hips, and my mouth waters at the way the fabric pulls against his round ass. I know he came down here to see me only half-dressed on purpose. He knows how to play the game. It’s also the same reason I dressed up for him. He dated Becky, after all. He likes girls who look a certain way. Even if it’s not the real me, I can pretend.
“Deke?”
“I’m guessing you can see yourself out,” he calls over his shoulder before he turns and walks up the stairs.
“Deke?” I growl, only to hear the door to his room slam, and my fists tighten. Don’t follow him. That’s what he wants you to do.
That’s what Becky would do, and you’re not Becky.
But that’s why I’m doing this. That’s why I allowed him to touch me in the first place. To make him look like a fool. Walking out the front door means he wins, and I’m not about to give in.
“Nature of The Beast” by My Darkest Days begins to play loudly from upstairs, and I grind my teeth at his choice of song.
I take the stairs two at a time and open the first door to my left. A black wooden framed king-size bed sits up against the wall with a deep red comforter. Black glittery pillows decorate the bed along with a couple of others that match the bedding. A large picture hangs above the headboard of Cole and Austin. She’s wearing a beautiful red dress, and he’s dressed in a black tux with a bow tie that matches her. Nope. Definitely not Deke’s room. The moment I open the next door, I don’t even get a chance to look around because I’m yanked inside, and my back is slammed into a wall.