Page 2 of Before Us (Next Generation 3)

The things he had said to me. Promises. Fantasies. It was dirty talk to the extreme. I had been with other guys, but no one ever came close to him.

And now, sitting in the bar with a couple of my girlfriends, his eyes drilled into me from the other side of the large room. The tiny hairs on my body stood on end. My cheeks burned. I squirmed and shifted in my seat. All because ofhim.

“Is that …” Angelica Rodriguez smacked my arm, her caramel eyes widening. “Holy shit, girl. It is. That’s Jaron Mercer. Didn’t you have a crush on him at some point?”

My cheeks burned even more. I still did.

“I think we all did. Jaron Mercer.” Meadow sighed, fanning herself. “He’s looking so damn good these days.”

I laughed, shaking my head at the two sisters who were only a few years apart but were the complete opposite in everything they did.

“Come on, Piper.” Meadow pointed at me, pursing her full red lips. “You know it’s true. Although, he’s a little too young for me.” She winked. Sitting back, she pulled her shoulder- length, black, curly hair up into a messy bun. A few curls fell, framing her face.

“Young?” Gigi frowned. “He’s our age.”

“Exactly.” Meadow tapped her nose, a slow grin spreading on her face. “Heishot, but he doesn’t do it for me.” She met my gaze. “So, Piper. He’s all yours.”

I coughed, my neck heating, and took a sip of my beer. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Gigi laughed that time. “Right, and I don’t have a thing for Luna’s younger brother.”

“So taboo.” Meadow clapped her hands together. “I love it.”

Vincent Junior was the youngest out of our group of friends, but not by much. Although it made Gigi several years older than him, none of us cared. She did, so she never acted on her feelings.

“I wonder if they like pastries.” Meadow took a long swig of her beer. “That’s a deal-breaker, you know? They have to like sweets or they’re not getting into my sweetness.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, God.”

Gigi only giggled.

While Meadow baked, Angelica, or Gigi as she liked to be called, danced. She was tall, lean, and strong. The moves I had seen her do were motivating. Although I could never dance like her, it did give me that push I needed to work out.

She was damn good at what she did, too. They both were. I, on the other hand, was stuck. I had no hobbies. Although I enjoyed drawing and painting like my mother, Maxine, did, it was just for fun. And most of my artwork was just doodling. I still hadn’t found my niche, but I did enjoy traveling. Maybe I could find a job where I got paid to see the world. I bit my inner cheek to keep from sighing. Again. I had been doing that a lot lately.

“We should go say hi,” Gigi suggested, taking a sip of her beer.

“How about we not.” I really didn’t want to talk to Jaron. No. I wanted to fuck him and have him do all the talking instead.

“I’m going to stretch this pussy wide with my thick cock.”

I shivered, scrubbing a hand down my face as the memories of that night so many weeks ago slid into my mind.

“You okay, Piper?” Meadow asked, raising a dark brown eyebrow. “Are you fantasizing about having Jaron between those legs of yours?”

“Oh, God.” I laughed. “Stop. No wonder you’re still single.”

“Shut up.” She threw a napkin at me. “I’m single because I’m picky and no one can handle all of this.” She made a motion of running her hands down her body.

“Well at least we know her ego isn’t small.” Gigi threw a toothpick at her sister.

“Seriously though.” Meadow sighed. “I just wish a guy wouldn’t be so damn skeevy when I ask him to invite a friend along. There is nothing wrong with threesomes.” She pouted.

“Uh …” I took a sip of my beer. “No, there isn’t.”

“Yeah.” Gigi turned to me, waggling her eyebrows. “How are those twins doing?”

“They want nothing to do with me since I broke it off.” I shrugged. “No big deal. It’s for the better.”

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