Page 11 of Drive Her Wild

A knock on my car window startles me half to death. “Charlie, what the fuck?”

“I’ve got wine,” she shouts through the car window as she waves two bottles at me. “I thought maybe you had glasses, and we could hate men together.”

Wait?

Does she know I fucked her brother?

How fucking fast does news travel in a small town?

Turning off the car, she backs up so I can get out. I click the key fob to lock it and begin walking toward the front door.

“Fuck glasses.” I take one of the bottles from her.

Letting us both into the house, I excuse myself upstairs for a moment to change—otherwise, I’m going to be sitting around in my now crotchless attire.

After taking them off, I toss my shredded tights into the trash. There’s no way I’ll be wearing them again. I change into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and make my way back downstairs.

Charlie is uncorking the second bottle when I walk into the kitchen. She hands it to me as she stares at my face, “Um…why do you look like you just got fucked on a pile of tires?”

Shit. I totally about his greasy hands on my face and in my hair.

I take a generous sip from my glass and try to change the subject, “So…why are you drinking this afternoon?”

“Fucking sperm donors.” She rolls her eyes. “Carter’s dad is being, well, Carter’s dad.”

She recounts the most recent events with me, and when she’s done, we are in definite agreement.

Fuck Carter’s dad.

“Your turn.” She takes a generous drink from her bottle. “What happened with my brother?”

“I went to see that Kris Kringle guy you gave me a card for, but I didn’t realize that your brother works there.”

“When I gave you the card, I didn’t know you knew each other.” She shakes her head.

“I don’t quite know how it happened, but…” I pause not knowing how to continue.

“Jackson said things got heated.” Charlie rolls the base of her empty bottle along the table.

“Are you sure you want to hear about this?” I question, and wait for her to give me the okay before I tell her about her brother.

She nods her head, giving me the acknowledgment I need.

I take a generous swig from my bottle, and blurt out the words, “Heated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Things got out of control.”

“How out of control?”

“He tore my clothes off. And I don’t mean in the he couldn’t get me out of them fast enough way. I mean he literally tore a hole in my tights.” The words rattle from me uncontrollably as her mouth falls further agape. “And the mouth on him—"

“Oh my god, I thought the two of you had a fight…” She grabs my nearly empty bottle from my hand and finishes the last of it. “When he asked me to check on you, I didn’t realize it was because he fucked you.”

Blush creeps over my cheeks, suddenly embarrassed about my overshare.

“Why did he ask me to check on you?” Her face is suddenly painted with confusion.

“Because I bolted after.” I shake my head. “I needed to hate him, but I loved every dirty fucking minute of it—”

“Please remember you’re talking about my brother.” She feigns a vomit gesture.

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