Page 64 of Always You

I think. I’m not sure, because my brain seems to have a hard time figuring out what it needs. She purrs in my ear, burying her nose into my neck.

“You wanna get out of here?” The fake husky voice makes me cringe, but for some fucked-up reason, I keep her on my lap. Having no restraint whatsoever, I glance at Charlotte, who’s eying me from the other side of the pit, still sitting with Julie instead of me. After the second beer, I went into full dick mode, barely acknowledging her as I gave my attention to the first girl who came along that wasn’t her. At first, I felt guilty, feeling the girl’s lips on my neck, while my eyes stayed locked on Charlotte, looking at me with a disappointed glare as I gave her a daring one.

If she wants me, she can claim me.

After the third, I didn’t give a shit, and I started making out with Kim in plain sight, for everyone to enjoy. Is her name Kim? Or is it Jen?

It’s something short.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go,” I reply.

My hands on her hips guide her up, before I do the same, needing a second to hold my balance, then I wave at Charlotte. Because apparently, I have a death wish.

She stares at me, unimpressed, a dull look plastered on her face.

“Come on, let’s go, Charls,” I bark.

It’s funny, because there’s this very loud, yet distant voice in my head that’s yelling something like:abort missionanddon’t fucking do it.But it’s not as loud as the voice that’s telling me to live up to my reputation, since that’s all I got left anyway.

Charlotte shoots Julie a confused look, who shrugs her shoulders in response. Then she gets up as I do my best to make sure the world stops spinning by taking deep breaths.

Charlotte walks past me, without giving me a second glance, stalking toward the truck with a scowl on her face. Wrapping my arm around Jen’s neck, or Kim’s, who knows, I tug her along with me, following Charlotte. Her hips do that swish swash thing you see in movies, her gorgeous waves bouncing with every step forward. Her anger is shown in every flick of her hips, and I bite my lip to suppress a moan.

When she reaches the tailgate, she turns around, holding her hand up. I like seeing Charlotte all riled up, making demands. She plants her hands on her sides.

“Keys.” Her bark is loud, vibrating all the way to my toes. But then her luminous green eyes widen, a shocked expression cutting through my heart when she shakes her head, pointing at the girl under my arm. “Hold up. She’s not coming.”

Clearly unaware of the little vixen I just released with my dickish moves, the girl under my arm seems to think this is a good time to open her mouth.

“Excuse me,bitch.Youare not coming.” She takes a threatening step forward, and instinctively, I tug her back as Charlotte folds her arms in front of her body with an amused scowl on herface. Her eyes are shooting daggers, and the sweet girl I know is completely replaced by the sassy girl tucked inside of her. She doesn’t let her out often, but when she does?

Fuck me, it steals my breath away.

“You better not be planning on fucking her in the back of your truck while I drive your drunk ass home.”

I bite my lip at her words, her gaze fixated on mine.

What was my plan anyway?

Find a spot with this girl and fuck her until I’m sober? A year ago, it would sound like the perfect plan. But the fucking problem is… there’s only one girl I want. And it’s the thunderstorm standing in front of me. It’s the reason I haven’t slept with anyone in months, knowing they could never live up to the fantasy I have in my head.

“You’ve got some nerve, Hansen.” The tone in her voice is low and menacing, telling me I need to be careful, but the damn alcohol inside me doesn’t get the memo.

Just shut up, Hunter. “You can’t tell me who I can or can’t fuck. I’m fucking Jen tonight,” I slur.

“Kim,” a voice clarifies beside me.

Dammit, I knew it was Kim.

“Kim,” I recover.

Charlotte stalks forward, pointing her finger against my chest, ignoring Kim beside me. I want to snatch her wrist and shut her up with my mouth crashing against hers. But her fury has me rooted, like a fucking bunny hoping the wolf won’t rip out its neck.

You’re a fucking pussy, Hunt.

“Inevertell you who you can or can’t fuck! Don’t you dare pull that shit on me! I don’t care who you fuck! Inevercared who you fuck! But I do care about you dragging me out here, and then expecting me to leave with you and your flavor of the month.” Her voice grows louder with every sentence she pushesout, showing her teeth as if she’s about to bite my head off.She might.

I’d let her, because she’s right.

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