Page 12 of Never Say Never

I’ve had enough of this conversation. I’m hungry and I’m annoyed and I’m being an asshole. “Is there an extra steak for me?”

“Of course, it’s on the grill. There’s a baked potato for you too.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, walking toward the back deck. I stop in my tracks and turn back to Grayson. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Sierra’s the best. You know I’m happy for the two of you.”

“We’re good. I know. But I stand by what I said. You need to fuck your stepsister out of your system.”

“She’s not my stepsister,” I groan. “She’s my god-sister. There’s a difference.”

Sort of.

“All the more reason,” Holden says with a smirk. “I’m with Gray on this one, for what it’s worth. I think it would do you some good to bone her.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

Closing the patio door behind me, I lean against the balcony railing and drag a hand over my face. Obviously, I haven’t done a very good job of hiding my feelings for Daisy. If I’m being honest, there’s nothing I’d like more than to fuck Daisy’s brains out.

The guys are right about one thing: I definitely need to get this girl out of my system. Just the thought of her with this other guy is enough to drive me fucking crazy. Maybe they have a point; maybe the reason I’m so hung up on her is because she’s always been off limits. Maybe if we did bang, I could move on without this constant ache in my chest every time I think about her.

Or maybe it would just make me want her more.

Tipping backmy red Solo cup, I take a long drink of the cold beer then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I’m wiped today after being up half the night tossing and turning, but I give myself a quick mental pep talk, trying to return my focus to the evening ahead. It’s not as easy as it sounds. If I’m not thinking about the game the Outlaws need to win on Friday or our upcoming road trip, I’m thinking about Daisy.

If anything can stop this endless cycle of unwanted thoughts, it’s tonight’s party. It’s one of my favorite nights of the year in Reed Point.

My gaze roves over the packed pier and the dock party that’s in full swing. The dock glows with hundreds of string lights and colorful paper lanterns that sway above the crowd. It’s an annual fundraiser hosted by the Reed Point Fire Hall. They throw a bash at sunset, complete with a beer garden, BBQ and a live band. The tickets sell out every year weeks in advance and there’s always a mix of locals and boaters who sail in from neighboring towns, dock their boats and spend the night in the marina for the weekend.

This party is guaranteed to be a blast. I might feel like crap, but my plan is to drink enough to get over it.

As I empty my cup, my eyes land on Becca Livingstone, who’s standing close to the stage where the band is warming up. When I catch her eye and smile in her direction, she whispers something to her friend and then makes her way through the crowd and directly to me.

Becca is a lot like me. And that is why I like her.

She’s fun, she’s straightforward and she understands no-strings sex, which makes her the perfect girl to fool around with.We’ve been hooking up for years and she’s phenomenal between the sheets; so good she’ll fuck the hell out of my cock until I’ve come twice in under an hour.

She’s not shy, she’s a giver and when we’re done and we’ve both come, she’s putting on her clothes and heading out the door. She might be just what I need to forget the brunette I can’t stop thinking about.

She eats up the space between us until I can feel her warm breath against my neck.

“Hey Tuck,” she murmurs.

“Hey, Bec. Having fun?”

“Of course, I am. But I bet I’ll have even more fun now that you’re here.”

Her eyes drink me in as she moves in for a hug, and I wrap my arms tightly around her curvy figure as her ample breasts press firmly to my chest.

“You busy after this?”

“Not too busy for you,” I say, watching her lips tip up in a sultry smile.

“Good,” Becca purrs, going up on her toes to press a kiss to the side of my mouth. Just then I spot Daisy on the dance floor, and that’s all it takes for my cock to twitch to life. I move a little to my left to get a better view. She has on a simple gray dress that stops mid-thigh and the pair of Converse sneakers that she wears almost exclusively. My dick might have been half-hard only a second ago, but now it’s granite. Daisy looks incredible.

How the hell does she make a T-shirt dress look so damn hot? She’s just fucking gorgeous.

It’s the way she’s never cared about other people’s opinions of her, even when she was a teenager and would walk into stuffy events at the country club our families belonged to wearing wild, thrift store clothes while the rest of the girls were draped in brand names from head-to-toe. It’s the way she’s always beenfearless, like when she jumped out of a plane after graduation or the time she bungee jumped off of the High Steel Bridge in Washington. It’s the way she never hesitates to call me out when I’m being a dick.

Every little, spontaneous thing about Daisy Carter turns me on, and that has made my life fucking hell. Living in the same small town as Daisy, running into her when I’m out with the guys, attending family dinners together every single Sunday—and wanting her the entire time. I deserve a fucking medal for the self-restraint I have shown.

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