Page 53 of Wife Number One

She glanced up, and fuck me, standing above her like this, with her gaze locked on mine, all I could think about was how she’d look naked, on her knees, her mouth open for my dick like the good girl I wanted her to be.

“You.” The seething word fell from my lips, so different from how I felt inside. “You fucking broke my nose. Twice.”

A hush fell over the group, all eyes focusing on me.

Rebel was quick to defend her sister, rushing over from the side of the room. “That was five years ago, Hawk! Get over it.”

I ignored her, staring down at Kara some more because I couldn’t drag my fucking eyes off her. She barely looked older than she’d been the last time I’d seen her, but her curves were even more pronounced in clothes that had to be Rebel’s because Paramore was printed on the T-shirt fighting to contain Kara’s tits.

I wanted to rip that shirt off her. Bury my face in the swells. Lick her creamy skin until her nipples pebbled beneath my tongue.

Kara shrank back into the couch, cowering away from me like some scared little daisy.

I blinked.

That was unexpected. Sure, the last time I’d seen her she hadn’t exactly been full of confidence either, but that hadn’t stopped her from swinging her fist right into my nose. Or using the back of her head to break it again when I’d just been trying to fucking help her.

Watching her shrink away from me now sent a jolt of self-loathing through me.

The woman was too confusing, and I didn’t need this bullshit today. Didn’t need to be reminded about what a piece of shit I was. I already had my dad’s voice in my head telling me I was too stupid to pass that test and why would I even bother when I knew I was too dumb?

I turned to Rebel. “Get her out of here. She’s not welcome.”

Rebel gaped at me. “She’s my sister, jackass! If anyone’s not welcome, it’s you!”

Blood pounded in my head. I was so fucking tired. I reeked of jail. And all I could think about was the goddamn GED test results that were going to determine the rest of my life.

I didn’t need Kara curling in on herself like the last five years had beaten her into a pulp and one hard word from me was going to send her over the edge.

Amber, my favorite club girl, strode across the room, pressing herself against my side. “Hey, baby. Come on. Let’s go to your room.”

With effort, I dragged my gaze from Kara to Amber. Amber was so familiar. Her blond hair had been wrapped around my fist hundreds of times. Her fake, overly round tits had been in my mouth just two days ago. She’d come on my tongue and screamed my name while she bounced on my cock more times than I could count.

I’d never felt a thing.

Which only made the lust in my blood for Rebel’s curvy sister all the more fucked-up. She was a scared little church mouse who I would destroy in seconds.

Amber was the opposite. She could take my shit. With Amber, I wouldn’t feel like a lion devouring an injured fawn.

I strode down the long hallway, leaving the party and everyone at it staring at my back.

“He’s such a fucking asshole!” Rebel complained, and there were multiple other voices of agreement who chimed in with her.

Each one sent a tiny jab of hurt through me, but it was only because I hadn’t slept and those test results were burning a hole in my computer.

I’d get my walls back up. I didn’t need the club wives to like me.

Didn’t need Kara to like me. Whatever she’d gone through in the last five years that had her curling into the fetal position wasn’t my problem.

I unlocked the door to my room as Amber caught up to me. I didn’t stop her when she slipped inside and started taking her clothes off.

Ignoring her, I grabbed my laptop from the floor by my bed, but before I could sit, Amber was tugging at the fly of my jeans. “You look like you need to come, baby,” she practically cooed, dragging down my zipper. “Let me help you out.”

I didn’t want her there. I just wanted to check the fucking results alone. But she already had her fingers around my cock, stroking the length.

I wasn’t getting hard.

Because it wasn’t Amber’s hand around my cock that I wanted.

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