Page 16 of The Afterthought

"You showed up here like a needy slut, expecting me to do something about it. Well, here I am. Beg me to stop."

I kick her feet apart, giving me the access I need as I swipe my finger across her center. Even through her panties and tights, I can feel that she's soaking wet. I tear open her tights and pull the thong to the side, sliding my finger along her clit and making her hips buck in response. She tries to push me off of her again.

"Grey, please," she says, almost like she's confused about whether she is asking me to continue or to stop.

"Want to tell me the truth now?" I ask again.

"I already told you," she states firmly. Stubborn. She has to be so stubborn.

I push one finger inside her and pump it slowly in and out, watching as the look on her face transforms from hate to lust. Her eyes go heavy, and I can feel the way her breaths quicken. I add a second finger, keeping up my slow pace.

"This is why you came back here, isn't it? You show up in my town. In my house. In my bedroom. You're so desperate to get my attention."

"I didn't know this was your house. I don’t want anything to do with you," she breathes out. I see the fight in her eyes. She is trying to decide whether or not to let this continue or to try harder to get me off of her.

My fingers pick up the pace, and her pussy tightens around them. She doesn't make a sound, but I can tell by the way that her breathing has increased that she’s enjoying herself. I keep my eyes on hers as I curl my fingers in just the right spot. I spent years with her. I know exactly how to make her pussy sing.

A whimper leaves her lips, and I feel her clench around my fingers again. I have her right where I want her, right on the edge. I slow my pace, letting the high I know she was chasing recede.

"You don't have a sister," I repeat. Her eyebrows narrow in fury. The look of pure hatred plastered back onto her face.

"I do! Not that it's any of your business, but it's the only reason I came back to this piece of shit town." She tries to push at my hold on her again, but I keep her in place. "Get the fuck off of me so I can go find her and get the hell out of here. I can't stand the sight of you."

My fingers begin working her up again, and I feel the slight lift of her hips when I rub them against her inner walls. A moan leaves her. She's so fucking wet. My thumb finds her clit, and I know I have her right where I want her.

"The truth, little shadow," I say while moving my fingers in and out of her steadily.

"She's seventeen. I just found out about her," she says through ragged breaths.

Dots connect in my mind, and suddenly, I know why the younger girl in my backyard looked so familiar. She has the same eyes as Ava. Maybe not the same color, but the same almond shape. A sly grin crosses my face when I decide she's telling the truth and should be rewarded for it. I rub my thumb faster on her clit while curling my fingers inside her until her pussy clamps around them.

"That's it. Come on my fingers. Just like old times. Be a good little slut." I lean in and whisper in her ear.

A soft moan falls from her lips, and I let her ride out the orgasm before I pull my fingers out of her and wipe them on the front of her shirt. I step back and take in the perfect pink color on her flushed cheeks. She is trying to calm her breathing, and her eyes meet mine.

"Go find your sister and get the hell out of here."

Her eyes narrow, and she pushes herself off the wall, shoving me with her shoulder on the way out of my room. Immediately, I regret putting my hands anywhere near her. She's like a drug. Now that I've had another taste, thoughts of her are going to consume me, and I hate her even more for it.

Chapter 9

Avalynn

Fuck Greyson and all of his stupid bullshit. I had no idea when I showed up here that it was his house. That was the truth. I’m only here to find my sister. He didn't have the right to touch me.

Chloe was supposed to stay in her room, but when I pushed open the door earlier to see if she and Andrea wanted to watch a movie with me, I noticed they were gone. Fucking teenagers. I should have expected it. Of all the people my new sis could have as a best friend, why does it have to be the Sheriff's daughter?

The last place I want to be on a Saturday night is at a house party in Dune Valley, but that's all anyone in this town does. Sex, drugs, gangs. This isn't who I am. This is the lifestyle I ran from when I packed up my shit and left without a second thought. This was what Greyson and I were supposed to leave behind before he decided it would be easier to just leave me instead.

Every weekend, it's always the same. They find some sort of reason to party. Here I am, right back with the rest of them, just waltzing into a strange house, trying to find my sister. I know how things go in this town, and I know she has to be here somewhere.

I was so wrapped up in my own mind over the last few days that I didn't even realize what today was or why there might be a party happening in this specific house. The puzzle pieces connect now. It's Greyson's birthday. This is his house. It's his damn birthday, and I showed up at his house to his birthday party. I'm sure he thinks I'm nice and pathetic; no wonder he hates me.

I push through the crowd of people and find my way to the sliding glass door in the living room. It's pulled open so that people can come and go freely. I haven't checked the backyard yet, so I step out and look around the yard quickly to see if my eyes can catch her.

My eyes find her at a small table with Andrea and two random dudes. Absolutely not. I storm over to the table, crossing my arms as I stop in front of her and glare down. She looks up at me cautiously, unsure how this entire exchange is going to go.

"Car. Now," I say to her before turning to Andrea. "You too, unless you'd prefer I give your dad a call."

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