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“You like that, whore?” I grind out as I grab a handful of her hair and thrust harder. “You like being a dirty slut for me, don’t you?”
Tara nods her head as she continues making her feral cat noises, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. I can feel my balls tighten as I fuck her face harder, pushing my dick so far to the back of her throat, her nose hits my pubic bone with each thrust.
“Fuck, just like that, Raven.”
Tara tries stopping at the mention of a different name, but I keep going, gripping her hair tighter.
I’m gasping for air as my mind conjures up Raven in various positions. It's wrong, I know it is, but I can’t stop. Honestly, I don’t think I’d want to, even if I could. Envisioning Raven on her knees in front of me ignites a fire in my veins, and I come so hard I nearly pass out.
Tara chokes on my load as I deep throat her, my grip on her not loosening until I’m completely spent. Once I’m done, she scrambles away from me, breathing heavily as she wipes drool and cum from her chin.
“The fuck, James?” she shrieks. “And who’s Raven? My name’sTara.”
Zipping my trousers up and tucking my shirt in, I gesture to the door with my head. “You can leave now.”
“What? You can’t do that,” she yells as she stands up. Anger pools in her gaze as she realizes she isn’t going to get what she wants out of me. “Do you know who I am?” shecontinues.
Turning my back on her, I walk toward the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. “Nope, nor do I care.” I shrug. “You can see yourself out.”
Tara growls in frustration and stamps her foot like a child. She marches to the counter and snatches up her bag before storming to the front door, slamming it closed behind her.
Snatching the glass from the bar, I down it in one before pouring myself another one and slumping onto the cream sofa and raking a hand down my face.
Shit.
The first woman I decided to give the time of day to since Raven’s birthday, and I can’t think of anything but her. There’s something seriously wrong with my old ass to even be thinking about a twenty-year-old woman. Yes, she’s legal, but fuck sake, couldn’t I have been lusting after a woman afewmore years older than her?
I sip on my drink as Drew’s face springs to mind, and a wave of sickness hits me. Of all the women in the world, why does it have to be his daughter that’s been burnt into my brain? I need to cut this shit out, right the fuck now. Raven would be mortified and disgusted if she knew I harbored these… thoughts toward her. They aren’t feelings—I don’t do those. An unhealthy upbringing tends to make you avoid anything relating to love.
But I can’t deny the fact that when I kissed her, my whole world shifted. Everything suddenly became technicolor when I was drowning in gray. She’s ruined me, and she doesn’t even know it. I down the rest of my drink, desperately wishing the night of Raven’s birthday had never happened.
Chapter Six
JAMES
ONE YEAR AGO
Opening the door to Andrew’s house, I hear laughter and glasses clinking—the caterers must be out in full force. Making my way to his office, I find Drew slumped over his desk, deep in work.
“You know there’s more to life than work, right?” I tease as I sit in the chair opposite, crossing one leg over the other and tapping the arm with my fingertips.
Drew’s looking good. His short hair, that’s graying at the sides like the rest of us, is pushed back off his face. His usually slim build looks bulkier than when I last saw him, though. Must’ve put use to that home gym he’s got hiding in his basement. Fuck, I need to start upping my game, otherwise the fuckers gonna be bigger than me and I can’thave that. Theo’s already the giant out of the group, can’t have Drew putting me to shame as well.
He reclines in his chair with a sly grin as he responds, “What, like having a different woman in your bed every night?”
“Tell me there’s something wrong with that sentence,” I quip, a shit eating grin on my face.
“You disgust me,” Drew jokes. “You need to find a woman. Settle down.”
I choke out a laugh. “You can fuck off.”
Never heard something so ridiculous.
Drew scoffs. “Just you wait, my friend. Someday, a woman’s going to knock you off your feet, and I’ll be laughing the whole time.”
I roll my eyes at him and change the subject. “Where’s the birthday girl?”
“Emma said she was down by the docks, hiding away from the mess.”
