Her eyes flash open, locking on mine. That in combination with my name on her lips does something to me. It drives me into her harder. Deeper. I press against her and I consume her mouth. Our bodies move in sync, our rhythm increasing and Jesus it’s perfect. Just so ungodly perfect. I feel her body start to convulse around me, her moans turning into cries as she writhes in pleasure, coming without restraint. I follow her over the edge, the air sucked from my lungs as I grunt and groan and growl, losing my mind as flashes of light dance behind my eyes.
My forehead lands against hers, our breathing ragged.
Bemused laughs slip past her lips as she lowers her body back to the ground. I only now realize I had lifted her up. “Well, that was unexpected.”
It absolutely was. In the best of ways. I stare down at her through a fan of lashes, wanting to lick at her smile. Maybe I can stretch this a bit longer? Break my rules just this once? All I know is the idea of walking away from her and never seeing her again feels—
“I certainly didn’t think that would happen when I came here tonight to meet up with you guys.”
That pulls me up short. “You came here tonight to meet up with us?”
Her eyebrows furrow as she adjusts her clothes, putting everything back in place. “Of course, I was. Why else would I be here?”
Dread pools low in my gut as horrible pieces of the puzzle start coming together. I tie off the condom, sticking it my pocket and tucking my dick back inside my pants, zipping up. “What’s your name?”
“My name?” she parrots, pain flashing across her face quickly followed by anger. “You don’t know who I am? Are you fucking kidding me?” She stares at me, waiting for me to laugh or tell her I’m joking. She puffs out an incredulous burst of air. “You really didn’t know who I was, did you?” She scrubs her hands up and down her face. “I can’t believe this. I thought…” A humorless laugh barks escapes her lungs. “How stupid. I thought after all these years you finally wanted me back,” she murmurs that last part, more to herself than to me, but I hear it all the same.
“I’m sorry…”
Her hands fall and her eyes—narrowed slits of fury—ensnare mine. “Eden Dawson. You know, your bandmate’s, your best friend’s little sister. You remember me now, right?” she spits, vitriol dripping from each syllable. “You’ve only known me my entire fucking life.”
“Eden.” I choke on her name. Keith’s baby sister. How could I have…
Guilt and remorse clog my throat. I reach for her and she shoves me away.
“Don’t touch me. You’re such a piece of shit. How could you not have known?!”
“God, Eden. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t realize. I haven’t seen you in a few years and you look so different. Nothing like Keith or your other sisters. I swear to God, I didn’t know. I would never have touched you if—”
She smacks my face. Hard. Flashes of pain prickle across my cheek, a trail of burning heat closely follows. I stare into her blue eyes, not even the slightest bit stunned. I deserve so much worse than that. She’s right. I am a piece of shit. The absolute worst sort.
Because I didn’t recognize her. In fairness, I made a point never to notice Eden Dawson or any of Keith’s sisters. The last time I saw her, she was sixteen and looked like she was twelve. She was not this woman standing before me.
Christ. Her brother will murder me where I stand. Deservedly so.
“Just go.”
I shake my head, trying to touch her again only to drop my hand at the last second. I don’t deserve her touch or forgiveness. Still… “I can’t. Eden—”
“Don’t say my name. You bastard, just go. Now I really do hate you.”
I stand immobile.
“Go,” she screams, shoving at me with all her might. This time I listen. With my heart in my throat and my stomach churning with every nasty emotion I can throw at it, I walk away. I just fucked my best friend’s baby sister in the middle of a club like any other meaningless woman. Only she’s not meaningless and not because she’s Keith’s sister.
She was more before I even knew her name. Knew who she was.
For that reason alone, I should be relieved she slapped me while spitting venom in my face. I should be…
Something inside of me stirs uncomfortably.
I need to fix this.
Need to see her again.
Only… I have no idea how I’m going to do that. Not when her brother will kill me if he ever finds out what I just did to his baby sister.
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THE END
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End of Book Note
If you’ve read me before this is the unedited part where I break down the story a bit. Or at least my thinking on it. When I started this series with Love to Hate Her, I knew I was going to write Gus’s story because come on, I had to.
But a reader/blogger had asked if I was going to write Keith’s and Henry’s stories as well. My immediate reaction was no. And not because I didn’t want them to have one, but because I had other things in mind I wanted to work on. Let’s say you, the readers, quickly changed my mind and here we are.
So Keith, I knew he was going to be different. An alpha with a heart of gold. But also a man who struggles because of it. I know I say this about all my heroes, but I fell so fucking hard for this man. I just couldn’t get enough of him. We all need a Keith in our lives.
Amy… I did not simply write her for drama or shock value. When I was in high school, I lost a friend to suicide. It was unexpected and heartbreaking and though my experience was very different from Keith’s, my friend’s death has clung to me all these years later.
With suicide, we focus on the victim. On what they’re going through because it’s heartbreaking and tragic. Depression, hopelessness, they’re diseases, often without any cure. But as someone who cared deeply for someone who took their own life, I know what the aftermath looks like too. Losing someone you love is devastating regardless of the reason they’re gone. But suicide does a little something extra to people. It leaves a different imprint. Trust me, I’ve unfortunately lost other people to other things as well. You wear the grief of suicide differently.