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Tracy drags one stiletto tipped nail, painted in her signature matte black, down my t-shirt covered chest. “I don’t love you, but I do love this thick cock,” she purrs, no doubt putting on a show for Tessa.

Her hand slides farther down my torso, and settles on the growing bulge in my jeans. I might know logically she’s acting, but my cock has failed to grasp the concept. She gives me a squeeze, smirking at me. “I will suck you off, because this dick and I need quality time, but only if you promise to fuck me the way I like. The princess can watch if she wants.”

Tracy looks over at Tessa and tips her head to the side in contemplation. “You can join if you want. Ford can totally take care of both of us.”

Tessa gags and takes a step back. “I’d rather not get an STD today, thanks.”

Tracy shrugs unconcerned. “You’re missing out. And for the record, unlike the selfish pricks you fuck, Ford never pressures to ride bare. If anyone has an STD, it would be you.”

Tessa’s mouth falls open, and once rendered speechless, she spins around in a swirl of dark hair.

I chuckle. “You’re my hero. I’ve never seen anyone shut her down like that. I owe you one.”

Tracy hooks her fingers through my belt loops and pulls me close. “Oh, you’re going to pay me in orgasms, big guy.”

The corner of my mouth curves up. It’s really too bad I’m not in love with her, because she’s practically perfect for me.

ChapterThree

Tessa

I stomparound the broken-down drive-in aimlessly. This is a far cry from the parties I usually attend at my friends’ beach houses when their parents are out of town. There’s a grittiness here, a realness missing from what I’m used to.

No one seems to give a shit what anyone thinks. How freeing that must be. I’m not stupid, I know how Ford and his friends see me. The frigid bitch, more interested in labels than people.

Logically I know the right clothes, boyfriend, activities, and grades won’t bring my mom back. She walked away five years ago, and it’s just been my dad and I ever since.

He’s never blamed me, but he doesn’t have to. Wendell James is self-absorbed, but he’s not cruel. He checked out on me emotionally years ago, but he’s never failed to provide for me. When he’s around he has the ability to make you feel like the center of the world. Stupid me, I fall for it every time.

I understand why he distanced himself from me. I was a moody pre-teen so consumed with establishing my independence from my mom that I pushed her out of our lives. God knows my dad deserves some happiness, and I have to begrudgingly admit, even if just to myself, that Camille Shaw makes him smile like I haven’t seen in years.

Yeah, it’s delusional, but I can’t help but wonder what my mom would think if she comes back to find another woman has taken her place. Ford has to see reason. Surely he doesn’t want his family to split up. I’d have thought he’d be more willing to help once he knew what was going on, but it’s like he doesn’t care.

I need to go back to find him and try again. I shouldn’t have stormed off in the first place. That’s not going to do shit to convince him to help me. Obviously his friend was just trying to get a rise out of me, and I gave her what she wanted.

No one breaks through my armor. From the moment I saw them together I felt off balance. There’s a familiarity between them that would make me think they were together if I hadn’t heard about him fucking my friend Sadie last week. He could be a cheater, but something tells me Ford keeps his word once he gives it.

“You look lost,” Shane says, making me jump at his sudden reappearance.

He smirks at me behind his red plastic cup, enjoying how uncomfortable he makes me. I really misjudged him. At school he’s all smiles and jokes. He seemed to be the sunshine behind Ford’s dark cloud. Now I see he’s the lightning in the storm. Still lights up the sky, but much more dangerous than I previously assessed. I guess I’m not the only one putting up a false front for the world.

I sigh, not wanting to admit that I’m looking for Ford. Although, judging by his grin, he already knows. Giving in, I say, “I can’t find Ford.”

His smile widens, showing off his dimples. Shane and Ford are easily the hottest guys at school. Too bad openly dating either of them would be social suicide. Not that either of them seem bothered by it. The girls from the Park might be a little trashy, but they’re hot.

Right now Shane has one arm draped over the shoulders of a cute brunette. I’ve seen her around school, but I’ve never bothered to learn her name. Ford is right, I really am a bitch, but I didn’t make the rules of our world.

Shane extends two fingers away from his cup and points toward the old concession stand. “I think he went in there.”

His chick laughs as I head off in that direction. Perhaps I should have taken a second to try and figure out what she found so funny.

The door is cracked open when I get to the lone building in this field of gravel. I’m able to slip inside soundlessly. The sight in front of me makes me freeze in place. I should turn around and leave immediately, but I can’t move.

Ford leans against the counter, his legs shoulder width apart. The same girl is on her knees in front of him. His head is thrown back in rapture while one of his hands is buried in her hair as he drives his cock down her throat.

She looks up at him adoringly, even though her pretty blue eyes are filled with tears. She greedily sucks him, loud slurps mingling with his grunts of pleasure.

The tendons in his neck strain and his eyes are shut tight as he tries to hold back his release. When he starts to speak a flood of moisture soaks my panties.

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