Page 91 of The Tangle of Awful

Our eyes remain locked as I paint her bottom lip with her own arousal. The tip of her tongue peeks out, licking at my finger, sending fire straight to my cock.

“I didn’t fuck with Tasha,” I rumble. “I may hate that witch, but I didn’t try to kill her. Someone very real is out there trying to hurt you. I will find them and hurt them back.”

I crash my lips to hers and kiss her hard. I can tell from her eager kiss, she’s no longer suspicious of me. It’s annoying she’d even jump to that conclusion. Since my cock is hard and achy, I reach down to free it. My fingers are still wet and sticky from her arousal, which makes for just enough lube to get the job done. It doesn’t take but a few strokes before I’m coming as we kiss. Cum spurts out of my cock, soaking the front of Dad’s shirt.

Good.

I like the idea of her wearing my mark.

When I’m spent, I break our kiss, rolling away from her. I expect her to cuddle, but she’s off the bed before I can stop her.

“That was a real dick move,” she snaps, cheeks still flushed from her orgasm.

“Coming all over Daddy’s shirt?”

Her eyes roll hard. “Saying all that shit, Spencer. It was mean.”

“See how you like being accused of murder.”

She flips me off and then storms out of my room. Irritation itches under my skin. I know she’s running to tattle on me. He’ll scoop her into his arms, stroke her hair, and apologize that his son is a fucking asshole.

That’s what really pisses me off.

I have to share her. That’s exactly what we’re doing. Sharing. I’ve been an only child until Aubrey showed up a few years ago, so sharing was never something I cared to do. Sharing with Dad sucks. Why can’t he find some old-ass woman to stick his cock into? Why does it have to be the girl I’ve loved since day one?

I’m still stewing as I clean myself up and right my clothes, anger growing and the need to take it on someone becoming almost unbearable. I grab my phone and shoot Dempsey a text.

Me: Work your magic with your mom’s bestie and get us access to Ben.

“You really don’t think this dude was responsible for the snake?” Dempsey asks, rubbing at his bruised knuckles. “You heard him. He’s fucking obsessed with Aubrey.”

I shut off the engine of my car and shake my head. “Nah. He’s a pussy. The guy doesn’t have the balls for that.”

“He had enough balls to show up on your doorstep professing his love to her.”

“Yeah, but he’s from LA. The chances of him wrangling a rattlesnake out in the woods and sneaking into our alarm-armed house is slim to none. It’s someone else.”

Dempsey lifts a brow at me. “Then why are we here, man?”

“Just because he didn’t try to hurt her doesn’t mean he won’t need a warning to stay the fuck away.” I shove open my car door and climb out. Dempsey follows suit. “He needs to know where he is and who the hell he’s messing with.”

Dempsey flexes his hand. “I’m pretty sure I left a literal impression of that on his face.”

“And now I’m going to beat it into his thick skull so he doesn’t forget.”

Dempsey chuckles as we make it around to the back door of the police station. Our town isn’t huge, so our police force is pretty pathetic. Dad and Pops are pretty influential as well and have managed to keep the police at bay anytime we’re involved in anything remotely shady. It helps Sloane is on the force because she always does Pops’ bidding, even though I think she low-key despises him, only putting up with him because of Jamie being his wife.

I rap on the door and it opens a few seconds later. Sloane, though super-hot for her age, has dark circles under her eyes and wears a frown. This job must drain her soul.

“You,” Sloane says, pointing at Dempsey as she hands me a key, “can sit in my office. You’re lucky you aren’t sharing a cell with that guy after what you did to his face.”

Dempsey’s face hardens. “I thought he put a snake in my brother’s house. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

Sloane shakes her head and sighs. “Not that. Seriously, Dempsey. You’re almost eighteen. What happens if I’m not around to clean up your messes? Every time I turn around, you’re in a fight. First with Callum’s girl’s stepbrother and now this out-of-towner. One day, I won’t be able to rescue you.”

“I don’t need saving,” Dempsey growls.

I walk away, leaving them to sort out their shit alone. I’m interested in talking to this douchebag before Sloane decides to change her mind over something dumb like morals or ethics. Right now, she’s distracted by Dempsey, which works out better for me.

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