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“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth before he fucked my mouth. His hand came to my nape, lovingly at first. Then he gripped my hair until my scalp tingled, pushing me closer to his cock. “Take it, Freya,” he rasped. And I did, I took it because it wasn’t often, but when my boy lost control, it wassosexy. “You like that, baby, driving me insane.” He kept gripping my hair, and I moaned around his dick. Taking my hand, I squeezed the best I could. I felt him throb, and I knew I had him when he grunted, and his cum filled my mouth.

I was still sucking him when he let out a horrified yell, making my heart speed up.

Both of Max’s hands went under my arm and pulling me to his chest. His arms were like steel around me, caging me in. I was confused to what was going on. I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew Max didn’t have his hands on the steering wheel and that he stomped on the brake.

That’s when I felt it—the impact of the car colliding.

Shit. Shit. Shit.This was all my fault.Max’s hands didn’twaver for a second; his hold on me was strong and impenetrable.

“Baby, are you okay? Does anything hurt?” There was a frantic tone in Max’s voice. It felt like minutes had passed, but I knew it was mere seconds. I nodded. I couldn’t talk. My heart felt like it was coming out of my chest, and since I was pressed against him, I knew his was too. Max was just as scared as I was, and it was all my fault. I could have gotten us hurt, all for what? For some thrill? Detective Tim was right, I needed to grow up.

Gently, Max sat me up straight, making sure I was okay, his hands roaming my face, checking for bruises.

“I’m fine.” My voice was a little shaky, but I was fine. I watched as Max subtly fixed his pants before he opened the door. I cursed myself when I saw not what we crashed into but whom. Clark Carson. Damn, I knew how excited he was to get his car; he wouldn’t shut up about it. He didn’t even care he had to drive his little brother around—and we had just crashed into it.

“What the fuck, Dunnett!” he yelled, and I spurred into action, getting out of the car before Clark would try to hit Max. Clark was a hothead; he never really thought about consequences.

What do you know? We had that in common.

“Weren’t you fucking paying attention? You were going ten miles an hour and yet you still fucking hit my car.” Clark was frantic, ready to call the cops, and they would get here either way since they were down the street.

“It’s my fault,” I said, trying to think of a way to get out of this. “I was mad at Max, and he refused to drop me off. I moved the steering wheel. I’m so sorry.” That was a better excuse than saying I was giving my boyfriend fantastic head and he lost it. Besides, my voice was shaky from the crash, so it wasn’t hard to sell it.

“You’re a crazy bitch, Freya. Look what you did to my car!” Clark’s rage turned from Maxto me. One second Clark was spouting shit at me, the next Max had him by the collar of his shirt. I wasn’t the only one who was shocked; Clark was too.

“Never speak to my girl like that,” Max growled. I knew it was totallywrong for me to find it incrediblysexy, but I did. Clark wasn’t happy about it, but he wouldn’t do anything to Max, not when he offered to pay for all the damages.

“Take it to Russell’s. He’ll be expecting you, and, Clark, if I ever hear you say one more nasty thing about my girl, you can say goodbye to your car.” Max was still glaring at Clark who took a step back and wouldn’t meet my eyes. Well, if I didn’t feel guilty before, I certainlydid now. Max’s parents already hated me. This would not do me any favors in changing their opinions.

“Baby, come here.” Max pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “You didn’t have to do that. I would have handled it.” He wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t regret taking the blame; besides, it wasn’t like we could have told the truth.

“I know, but it was my fault anyway.”

“Freya, it wasn’t. Shit happens. Come on, let’s go to the water tower.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. That night, after we swore no more blow jobs down Main Street and after he made love to meon the hood of his car, I swore I would stop being reckless. It was time for me to grow up.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The next day,when I walked into Emma’s coffee, I had the delight of meeting the other kid that helped her out.

“Damn, baby girl, you is fine.” I stopped and glared at the kid behind the counter. He was cute, slim muscles, pale green eyes, and skin like milk chocolate, and he was way out of line.

“Kid, I get with you, it’s called pedophilia. Hit on me when you’re over twenty-one. Then we’ll talk.”

“Baby girl, I turn eighteen in a year, why not then?”

I stopped and stared at him. “You need two years to mature, at least.” Then I went to the back and looked for Emma. Was this how bad Rusty was when we were younger? It was almost comical that Emma employed the town’s goth girl and the bad boy. I was sure this kid gave Rusty a run for his money.

I knew Iwas freaked out about meeting Rusty’s wifewhen I saw Max’s car pass by and I didn’t freak out. I didn’t come to help Emma in the morning because I was mentally preparing myself for dinner. Did it make me a bitch to hate her a little? I mean, I used to be Rusty’s number one girl, and now I was on the outs, like way on the outs. Sure, it was mostly my doing, but dammit I justgot my best friend back, and if the wifey didn’t like me, I was toast.

Buh-bye, Freya.

“What’s your name, kid?” I asked before I grabbed an oatmeal cookie. I said grabbed and not stole because working there had its perks.

“Quincy.”

“I’m Freya. Now thatwe know each other, where the hell is Emma, and why is she not in the back baking?” I reallyneeded to talk to her. She would tell me who Rusty married.

Quincy was helping a few clients when he replied, “She went to the UPS office to pick up a package. Said she be back soon.”

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