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It wasn’t until later that night that he suggested we fuck her. If I hadn’t seen their relationship blossom firsthand, I would have assumed he didn’t give a shit about her. But that wasn’t the case at all. He simply just wanted to watch me and Kash have sex with Everleigh.

And fuck. I’d die if I didn’t at least try.

My knees were folded beneath me as I stared down at the cheap headstone my father insisted on buying my mom after her passing. He’d said that there was no point in buying something expensive for someone who wasn’t alive to appreciate it. I disagreed. She deserved better than some slab of stone with her name engraved on it. The overgrown grass tickles my fingers as they rested in my lap, my chest feeling hollow and heavy.

She’d been gone for years, and I was still no closer to letting her go than I was back then. The memories of her were fresh, but the way she spoke had become vacant, and I couldn’t even remember her voice anymore. I’d come out here twice a month, or when I was missing her more than usual. I’d bring flowers, talk to her about my day, tell her about Dad, ask her questions I knew she’d never be able to answer.

Blowing out a breath, I ran my fingers along the rough ridges of the stone that now defined her. “Hey, Mom.”

It was peaceful out here. The only sound was the birds chirping in the distance. But the heavy fog that weighed on me every time I stepped foot through the gate was ominous, reminding me that this was a place for the dead.

“Ash finally let me tattoo him,” I continued. “His girlfriend, too. You’d like her if you were here.”

When I first started coming here, it felt weird to talk to her as if she could hear me. I knew she couldn’t. I liked to think she was somewhere in heaven, but if heaven was real and God was too, then that meant the dead couldn’t hear us until he came back to take his people. They were in an eternal sleep until he woke them.

“I’ve never said this out loud before,” I admitted. “But I’m so fucking in love with Everleigh Knight, and I don’t know what to do about it. She’s Ashton’s girl. It’s a line I should never even think of crossing, but I can’t help it. Sometimes I think she feels something for me, too. But she’s hard to read.”

I could picture it now. If my mom were still alive, she’d scold me for even saying such a thing. Hell, if she could hear me, she’d be turning in her grave. It wasn’t like I wanted to feel this way about her. I wanted to tell my friends, but I couldn’t. Not when one of them was dating her.

She was invading all of my thoughts—the only thing I could think about. Especially at night. It was the most painful thingI’d ever experienced. Even more than my father’s beatings. Everleigh had woven her web around my heart.

“But don’t worry.” I sighed. “I’m not going to do anything about it. How’s the afterlife treating you?”

Silence.

“I brought you more flowers.” I smiled. “They’re daisies this time. I put them next to the red roses.”

I continued to talk to her until the sun started to sink. I pretended that she was replying, telling me things she used to say, or what I thought she’d say. I rolled a blunt and smoked it until the pain ebbed away, and then I got on my motorcycle and made my way back to hell.

A breath of relief fled from my lungs when I pulled into the empty driveway, tugging my helmet off and tucking it beneath my arm. I wasn’t sure how long Dad would be gone for. If he was at the casino like I presumed, then he’d be out all night.

When I reached the house, I hurried down the hall and slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water pelted my skin, splattering across the purple and yellow bruises that were in various stages of healing. My muscles were relaxed from not only the high, but the warm water, too.

Once I was finished, I made my way to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I dried off with my towel before crawling into bed naked, letting the comforter pool around my waist. My breathing was heavy, my mind flashing back to the girl like it always did when I was alone. Slipping my hand beneath the blanket, I gripped the base of my dick and started working it up and down.

I started fantasizing about what it would be like to have her. To have her cry out my name when I made her come. I wanted to feel her warm, needy pussy clamping around me while I drove up into her.

My mind flashed back to the lake. Where I’d gotten to hold her close to my body, to feel her warmth seeping through our clothes. Her clothing was plastered against her skin, allowing me to see her narrow waist, the curves of her breasts, and even the roundness of her hips.

My cock twitched in my hand, forcing a gasp from my lungs. Fucking shit. What was this girl doing to me?

I pictured her on her knees, her mouth around my dick as she stared up at me with those big, brown eyes. I wanted to coat her face with every drop of my release. To see her tits bounce while I fucked her so hard she forgot her own name.

That thought was my undoing. Hot liquid spurted from my tip, coating my hand and thighs. My legs trembled from the powerful orgasm, leaving me breathless.

I had to fucking have her.

CHAPTER NINE

Everleigh

Elise - 911

Professor Whitlock had the doors to the lab open when I got to class, explaining that we all had a name card where our assigned seat would be. Hesitantly, I followed Amber into the large room, glancing around. There were square tables of four taking up the room, with the teacher’s desk near the front.

I found my name card in no time at one of the back tables, but horror sent a chill sweeping through me at the fact that Ashton’s was right next to mine. Amber was positioned on his other side, and Rosalie’s on mine. But the girl was nowhere to be seen.

I had a sinking feeling that Ashton was behind this. As if flirting with my best friend in the cafeteria wasn’t bad enough, he had to make sure he had access to her in class, too.

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