Page 5 of Elusive

Chapter 2

Sutton

Never in a million years had I seen that coming. I’d finally resigned myself to the fact that Presley Beckett was a feisty, gorgeous, independent phenomenon destined to float out of my life even faster than she floated in, months ago. Took me a while, but once I remembered I wasn’t a fucking high school girl, I’d stopped acting like one and moved on... taking with me very fond memories of the one who got away… and out of nowhere, she reappeared.

Seeing her again, on my doorstep, having cometome, missing what only I can give her and wanting more... the fire I thought I’d doused for good is rekindled inside me, about to blaze. Images of her long, tan legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass as she begs for ‘more, harder, deeper,’ won’t stop reeling through my mind, my dick half-hard from the memories alone. Her huge tits bouncing as I drive inside her snug pussy, feeding off her moans and delirious, dirty words — girl has the filthiest mouth on her, almost better at begging, demanding, than it was at sucking my cock dry. Burying my face in her long, thick brown hair, that always smelt of coconut, while I took her from behind.

Yeah… I remember every fucking second. Every fucking detail.

Her dad, oddly enough now my boss and seemingly not plotting my death, would fire me seconds before ending me if he knew the mind-blowing things I’d done to, and with, his only daughter. But I’d stopped watching over my shoulder for his attack long ago — about the time she vanished and took to ignoring all my attempts at contact.

Now she’s back.

Or is she?

“Sutton, are you coming to bed?” Hailey’s voice rips me from the fog of the past.

“Sorry, I’ll be right there. Just grabbing a drink. You need anything?”

“I’m fine. Thank you though. So thoughtful.”

That’s me, all right — full of thoughts — just not of Hailey.

Fuck! I’ve got a good job, I’ve re-enrolled to finish my degree, and things are going okay with a kind, beautiful girl who deserves nothing short of a man who treats her like a queen... and along comes Presley, blasting her way back in my life, my thoughts… on a whim of her timing, messing it all up.

Wrong, Sutton. Pull your shit together and think like a fucking man.She can’t mess up anything if you don’t let her. That’s more like it. Presley Beckett may be a goddamn eleven on her worst day, but so is Hailey… just on a different scale.

Whereas P’s tall, with legs that go on forever, Hailey’s a sawed-off lil’ thing who fits under my arm, chin, and body perfectly.

Presley’s hair is long and dark, whereas Hailey’s short, shiny blonde hair compliments her big blue eyes.

Presley’s body is... no, I’m not doing this. Hailey’s not a comparison, she’s the beauty in my bed. Waiting. While I play a dickish, useless game of “This or That?”

“Hey.” She sits up when I walk in the room.

“Hey, yourself.” I grin, trying to mean it, and climb in bed. “Sleepy?” I dodge, knowing too well what’s coming.

“Sutton.” She slinks up beside me, reaching under the covers and my shorts to wrap a hand around my dick. “Who was that girl?”

I wonder if Presley has any clue just how far the extent of her powers go — cockblocking me from… wherever the hell she is right now — ‘cause I remove Hailey’s hand.

“Hailey, if you really wanna talk about this, which I know you do, then we can. Like adults. You don’t have to coerce me. Feels kinds tacky to discuss her with your hand on my cock. Anyway, no games. Ask me what you want to know.”

A tinge of embarrassment to her cheeks, she maneuvers herself to sit beside, and facing me. “I saw the way you looked at her. And,” her eyes drift down to where she fiddles with the covers, “there was something about your voice when you talked to her. Something I’ve never heard. Who is she? Did you,” she gulps, peeking up at me through moist lashes, blue eyes glossed with building tears, “do you… love her?”

I prop myself up against the headboard, letting out an already exhausted groan. “No, I don’t love her.”

“Did you?” She repeats.

“No,” my immediate honesty is clipped. “Didn’t have her long enough to love her.”

“But you could’ve?” Her words wobble.

“Shit, Hailey, I don’t know. Maybe, anything’s possible. I could love you some day. I could meet someone tomorrow and fall in love with them. I can’t answer if I don’t know theanswer. Why are you even asking? Repeatedly. Don’t create drama for fun. It’s notfun.”

She cowers, no doubt from my harsh tone, but it doesn’t deter her for long. “I have a right to know what I’m dealing with, Sutton,” she snips, standing up to gather her things. “There’s something about that girl that’s different, special for you, I’m not stupid. Just be honest with me, please.”

“I was. You asked if I loved her, I said no, and I don’t. That’s being honest. So why are you getting dressed? Can’t we just go to bed?” I scrub both hands over my face, unsure whether to yell or laugh. This is a prime example why I don’t usually do anything remotely close to resembling “a girlfriend.” Which she’s not. Everything’s “worth talking about,” nothing outside the realm of a huge ordeal.

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