Page 16 of On the Wild Side

I get her inside and then pin her against the door and kiss her, fisting my hand in her hair. But it’s not blonde. It’s dark.

And when my eyes meet hers, they’re not blue.

They’re gold.

Her body is too long and willowy. Not lush and curvy.

Every damn thing about this iswrong.

“Come on, Wild,” she says, grinding herself against me. “Fuck me.”

I carefully lower her to the ground and back away from her, breathing hard. She’s panting, too, and her eyes narrow on me.

“What the fuck, Brady?”

“This isn’t going to happen.” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, disgusted that I can still taste her there.

“Jesus Christ, you’re not a tease. Come on.” She whips her shirt over her head and reveals tits that aren’t covered by a bra. “Youlovefucking me. Let’s do this. Let me ride that cock.”

“Stop.” I shake my head and hold my hand up. “This isn’t going to happeneveragain, Jen.”

She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “You met someone.”

“I’m just over this. It’s nothing personal.”

“No.” She crosses her arms over her chest, not shy at all about her lack of clothing. “You met someone.”

“It doesn’t matter. Good luck to you, Jen. I’ll see you around.”

She moves out of my way, and I open the door and let the cold air wash over me as I descend the stairs.

Jesus, what was I thinking?

I wasn’t.

“When it doesn’t work out, you can come back,” Jen calls down after me, but I don’t reply.

I’m not fit for company. I should go home and sleep off this shitty mood. I absolutely shouldnotgo to Abbi’s house.

And yet, that’s where I find myself driving. And when I pull into her driveway and cut the engine, I can’t get up the nerve to go inside.

No, I’ll never see Jen again because she isn’t who I want. She’s who Ishouldwant. No strings, no expectations, noadorable daughter, nothing that I can fuck up or leave behind someday.

Instead, I seem to want the exact opposite of Jen, and she’s inside that townhouse right now, probably fucking a piece of plastic.

And that just pisses me off.

Suddenly, a text comes through my phone.

Abbi: Are you coming inside, or are you going to sit out there all night?

Pushing out of the car, I stride to the door and open it, then step in and see that Abbi’s sitting on the couch, her feet up and crossed on the cushions, with a throw blanket on her lap. Her hair is up, and the light from the tree dances on her face.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Why were you camped out in my driveway?”

“Because I didn’t know if I wanted to come inside.”

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