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This girl was mine now, and I wanted the world to know it.

Chapter Thirteen – Taylor

“Girl! Is that a hickey?” Beth’s voice was louder than it should’ve been when she met me for lunch on the outside bench we always ate at. She set down a pizza box, eyeing me up, a playful expression on her face.

I tugged on the neckline of my sweater after moving all of my hair over to that side of my neck in an attempt to cover it up. “Um…”

She blinked at me, her mouth falling open. “Who the hell did you hook up with yesterday? And where? Did you go somewhere without me? Because if so, totally not cool.” She flipped up the lid to the pizza box and grabbed her first slice. “I want all the deets.”

There were no deets. I mean, none I could tell her, anyway. I certainly couldn’t tell her that I’d found myself in the bed of my stepbrother, who I was currently living with because I had nowhere else to go, and I definitely couldn’t tell her that he’d given me a hickey and stopped me from washing up after we’d fucked so his cum leaked out of me and dried on my panties.

No. I couldn’t tell her any of that, so what the hell was I going to say?

My face burned with the memory of what Creed and I did, and I tried to hide it by turning my face away and looking off into the distance. Other college students walked on the sidewalks around the little green space we’d claimed. They chatted with each other if they were in pairs or groups, or their attention was focused on their phones if they were alone. I wondered how many of them hid a secret like mine.

Were any of them banging their stepsibling?

“Well? Come on, Taylor, don’t make me pry it out of you,” Beth went on, mouth full of pizza. “Because you know I will. Who was he?”

“He’s… he’s someone from my past,” I was slow to say, reaching for my own slice of pizza. At least while I was chewing, I could think up more to say. “He recently came back into my life. I… I didn’t think it would happen.”

“It obviously did,” she said. When I didn’t offer any more details, she prodded, “How was it? Come on, give me the deets! After last Friday and your brother freaking out, I figured you’d be done for a while. Enough excitement for Taylor—you had to go back to his place, I bet?”

Hmm. I couldn’t tell Beth the details, but maybe I could exaggerate, or give her certain details, pick and choose what I told her.

“No, I brought him back home. My brother wasn’t there.”

Beth’s eyebrows lifted. She clearly wasn’t expecting me to say that. It took her a long while to say, “And? How did it go? Come on! Let me live vicariously through you, just this once.” Even as she said it, I knew it wouldn’t be just this once. If I came to campus with another hickey, she’d demand to know the details of that, too.

“It was…” I trailed off, remembering, letting my memories take over for a bit. I ate some pizza as I recalled everything Creed had said to me, the look he’d given me when he’d first pushed inside of me, like my body was the one thing he craved above all else. “It was hot,” I admitted. “We, uh, actually did it in my brother’s bed.”

She gasped. “No way. Damn, girl!”

Chuckling, I said, “I know.” Really, I still didn’t know what had taken hold of me earlier, but it was like… I didn’t know, like I didn’t have enough willpower to resist Creed again. Like it was easier to give in to him and his body—although now that I knew what he felt like, I couldn’t get him out of my head.

Creed. All I could think about was Creed. Creed, Creed, Creed. He’d gotten me to admit that I belonged to him. His cock must have magic powers, because I swore I’d never admit anything like that on a normal day.

I mean, declaring I belonged to someone else? Come on.

“I’m going to need his name so I can stalk him online,” Beth said, grabbing her second slice of pizza. “Especially if you’re going to hook up with him again. He needs the Beth seal of approval.” She grinned at that.

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I settled with, “He actually isn’t online much.” Yeah, just tell her that he’s not online, so she wouldn’t be able to stalk him on any social media sites, and hopefully she’d drop the name thing.

“That’s a red flag if I ever heard one.”

“What?”

“You know what I mean. Everybody’s online now, even my grandma.” Beth shrugged. “These days, if someone’s not online, it means they’re hiding something—like their real name, or the fact they got a girlfriend. Or maybe a boyfriend.”

I didn’t think I’d have to worry about Creed having a side boyfriend. And as for a girlfriend… well, I already knew he’d paid a chick for sex and he’d stopped seeing her right when I’d come back into his life. Hailee.

And then it hit me: he’d stopped seeing Hailee forme.

“Can we please talk about something else?” I asked, wanting to change the subject.

“Sure. I meant to ask, anyway. I got a psych research paper due in two weeks. You’re good at writing papers. I plan on working on it this weekend. You should come over sometime next week and give it a read for me, tell me if there’s anything I should fix.” She took a rather large bite of her pizza slice, chewing thoughtfully. “I need to pass the research paper because I bombed the midterm.”

Reading over her paper was the last thing I wanted to do—I hated re-reading my own papers for mistakes and weak areas—but I usually got near perfect scores on them, so I supposed I could help her out. As long as it meant she’d let this whole hickey business go.

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