Page 35 of Pretty Little Lies

“McQueen,” I call out, expecting her to keep walking and not turn around, but that’s exactly what she does.

Her eyes are red-rimmed already, watching me approach with a wary look, and I slow my steps to not make her shut down on me altogether.

She might not want to, but she feels it. There’s no denying the fact that we’re attracted to each other. That I’m not scared of moving for something I want.

That she’s the center of all that right now.

Because I haven’t touched a girl or dude since meeting her which needs to go down in the book of Guinness or some shit because that’s a first. I’m always fucking. I’m consistently restless for a good fuck.

But not since I saw those lips and imagined them all over me. Those fucking legs and that ass…I want her.

And I’m going to get her.

“Don’t you dare spend more than a night crying over that motherfucker,” I coax with ire to my tone then quickly tweak it to something softer. “He’s not worth it, and you’re worth it all.”

Her brows clench and so does that cute little nose of hers. “What is up with you and me? Is it because we haven’t fucked yet? That you can’t brag about messing around with Levi’s girl?—”

“You think that’s what this is about?” I clip out, my irritation back and knowing that I’m going against what I just said. “I don’t need tofuckWallace’s girl to make me feel better. And I sure ashell don’t need you tellin’ me that as an excuse every time we run into this lovely topic of conversation.”

“Then get over it. I don’t want to be bothered with you. Ever since I got involved with you guys, it’s done nothing but…”

Make it worse.

And it’s only made mine better.

I think about her more than I should.

Shit, I’ve already concocted some bullshit future plans to where she’s wearing my name and a ring that says she’s different than anyone I’ve ever paid attention to before. I’m clearly obsessing, don’t care how it looks, and this beautiful vixen is all I wish for in this world.

“I know that I’m responsible for more than a third of this,” I divulge, the factuality of that truth pricking at my skin. “And I’m sorry for being the cause of what just happened. For the other night. I’m fucked up and I should’ve warned you more about that. However, the crazy and fucked-up thing is that I had you exactly where I’ve dreamt of having you and it was in the most deranged, vile way possible. But I can’t say my cock wasn’t hard for you. That, if there weren’t ten guys out there and you didn’t just roll through streets I told younotto cruise down, I would’ve fucked you long and hard for disobeying me.”

“For disobeying you?” She says that as if I’m the last person in the world who could ever give her an order. As if my opinion doesn’t mean shit.

And maybe it doesn’t.

However, I’m not a bitch, just a horny prick.

And I will hold my ground with what I know is true, regardless of how she feels about it.

“For rebelling against what I told you to do,” I upbraid. “It was for your safety. I knew The Void was roaming The Landings and I couldn’t protect you?—”

Her jaw slacks, opening those pretty, plush lips. “That wasn’t The Forsaken Crew?”

“Hell no. That never would’ve happened if I had my crew with me. The Void…I’m not going to get into that right now, baby. It’s complicated bullshit.” She answers me with a curt nod, and I expel some of the feet between us. “You gonna listen to me next time?”

“There is no other next time, because this is it for us.”

“It’s it when I say it is,” I argue. because it’s time someone breaks through this shit. That she sees me for me and not some crew I joined when I was fourteen. On contrary to belief, it took years for Torin and Cairo to convince me to roll with them. We’ve known each other since grade school, but being a gangbanger wasn’t at the top of my list of shit to do.

It was one of the best and worst things that could’ve happened to me.

Without it, the boys, and something else to focus on long-term, I never would’ve been able to get through what my mother put me through. What happened afterward.

“Admit it, McQueen,” I vouch slowly. “You never liked him in the first place.”

“Oh, I didn’t?” She hits me with an indifferent look that only cries out how much of anything I know about her and Wallace’s relationship.

“You would’ve never taken me to that treehouse,” I answer matter-of-factly. “You wouldn’t have tried to keep me out of trouble with the King of South Shore. You’d never let me touch you, make you come under my mouth and fingers.” My cock twitches in my jeans, recalling, imagining all the ways I could take her and hear her breathe my name. To want it as much as I’ve craved it. “I’m not so fully fazed with cluelessness by the fact that you kinda like me. And I’ve already got you agreeingto a wedding song with me, McQueen. You only need me on my knees next.”

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