Page 25 of Vengeful Sins

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TUCKER

Itip the bottle up and take another healthy sip. The clear, cool liquid burns all the way down my throat and settles on my empty stomach with a heat I welcome. Tequila is not my favorite, but that’s all my parents had in their liquor cabinet. I’ll probably catch shit for taking their booze, but I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I care about is getting drunk and forgetting about the one person I can’t seem to shake.

Maya has been on my mind constantly. She spreads through my thoughts like a cancer. The more I try to not think about her, the more I do. Why can’t I just forget about her?

Taking another sip, I lean back against the headboard of my bed. I’m such a fucking looser for sitting in my room at nine at night, drinking by myself while thinking about some chick who fucked me over years ago.

Worst of all, I had a half hard cock all day. I’m so fucking horny all the time, and my dick only seems to want one person, the one chick I should be staying away from.

I consider beating off again, but I already know it won’t be enough to scratch the itch. No, I need to fuck someone. I need my dick to be in a wet cunt, and I need it fucking now.

Taking my phone, I scroll through my contact list. Some of the girls’ names in my phone I don’t even remember. I keep scrolling until I stop at Tiana. She would be an easy lay. She would even come over here. I wouldn’t even have to leave the house.

My finger hovers over the call button.

Is this really what I want? Will Tiana do?

“Ugh.” I lock my phone and shove it back in my pocket. Tiana won’t do. I shake my head and place the tequila bottle on my nightstand. I swing my legs off the bed and get up on my feet.

I don’t even think about what I’m doing, my body on autopilot. I put my sneakers on and grab my car keys. Turning off the lights, I leave my room and make my way downstairs. I head straight for the front door.

When I’m outside, a nice breeze greets me. I suck in a deep breath and close the door behind me. I get in my car and start the engine. My tires squeal when I pull out into the road a little too fast, but I don’t care. I hit the gas pedal and speed down the neighborhood road fast enough for my body to be pushed into the seat.

I only slow down for the curves as I make my way out of the neighborhood and onto the highway, where I can really drive fast. I step on the gas and weave between cars.

My heart races, and my adrenaline spikes, heightening my senses and letting me hyper focus on the road. I feel like I’m a racer in a video game as I race through the streets. Horns blare at me from the other drivers as I barely miss someone by a few inches. I jerk my car back into the other lane, nearly ramming the guard rails in the process.

“Fuck,” I yell, hitting my steering wheel with my fist.

I slow down after my near collision and take the next off ramp. As I drive back to town, I try to decide where to go next. I could see what Carter is up to, but that wouldn’t help with mebeing horny, unless he has some chicks at his house, which isn’t out of the question, knowing him. I could still go to Tiana and have her blow me again, or I could go back home and jerk off for the millionth time.

While my mind is reeling, my body goes into autopilot again, and before I know it, I’m parked in front of Maya’s house.

“Fuck me,” I murmur to myself as I kill the engine.

I get out of the car and shove my hands in my pockets, contemplating on changing my mind and driving away. When I sway to the side a little, I decide I probably shouldn’t be driving anyway.

Walking around her home, I find Maya’s window on the side of the house. Her light is still on while the rest of the place is dark. I pick a small rock from the ground and throw it up against the closed window.

A moment later, she appears. I smirk when she shakes her head at me, but still opens the window.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she whisper-yells down to me.

Instead of answering her, I walk up to the wall and start to climb up the brick siding.

“Are you insane?” she whispers when I’m close enough to hear.

I ignore her and keep climbing until I get my elbow on her windowsill to push myself up and into her room.

She steps away from me, with her arms across her chest, and a scowl on her face that makes me grin. She is wearing pink pajama bottoms and a white tank top that leaves nothing to my imagination. My cock is already hard, just looking at her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here? My dad is home!” She says in a hushed voice.

“Then you… better stay quiet,” I warn, stumbling over my words like I’m drunk. Damnit, I am drunk.

“Oh my god, Tucker, you smell like a distillery.” Maya waves her hand in front of her face like she is smelling something bad. “Did you drive here?” She gapes at me.

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