Page 2 of Playing with Fire

Standing at the entrance, my hands shaking, I attempted to brush off the nerves as my pulse raced and my heart pounded. I went to school with the Valley Boys, rich high school bullies. They partied too much, fucked almost anything with two legs, and got away with everything.In this small town, money talked. It also got you out of virtually any kind of trouble you could find yourself in.

I tried to stay in the shadows as I crept down the narrow driveway. I'd never spoken to a Valley Boy, and I didn't know what they would do to me if they caught me breaking in, but it couldn't be worse than what Noah would do if I didn't find that weed.

Chapter 2

Christian

The bass of the loud music vibrated the walls of the pool house. The smell of sweat, weed, and booze filled the air as friends scattered around the house and property partying like we did most nights.

"Here you go, baby," Cassidy purred, handing me a beer before sliding onto my lap, straddling me. My gaze raked over her naked tits and perky nipples as I twisted open my beer. "You wanna have some fun?" I tossed my beer back, taking a deep swig before dropping the bottle. "Dance for me."

Cassidy was a college freshman, but she and her friends were always at our parties. She rolled her hips, flicking her long blonde hair off her shoulder. Cassidy knew exactly what kind of dance I wanted. Her perfect tits bounced up and down as she ground herself against me.

Leaning in, she pressed her breasts to my bare chest as she brushed her lips across the shell of my ear. The heat from her breath made my cock twitch against the denim of my jeans. "We should go to your room."

I didn't fuck girls in my room. If she wanted to fuck, we'd fuck but not in my bed. We could do it in the hot tub, pool, shower, down by the lake, here on the couch, but she would never see my bed.

"Look what I found nosing around where she doesn't belong." My gaze flicked up to see my younger brother Aiden, carrying a dark-haired girl over his shoulder as she thrashed wildly against him.

"Put me down," she demanded, bouncing her fists off his back. "You big dumb jerk." I recognized the girl from school. She was from the Villas.

"Harper," I said dryly, shoving Cassidy to the side and pushing off the couch. Cassidy would have to wait; it wasn't every day a Villa whore broke into your house.

Aiden let the thin brunette slide down until her feet hit the floor but kept a tight grip on her arm. She growled, and he laughed when she jerked against his hold, trying to pull free, but Aiden was twice her size. Hell, everyone was twice her size.

Harper was from the south side of the tracks. She had zero business being here, not just in my house but on the north side, unless it was dirty. "Take her to my room." The music was too loud, and too many people were around to interrogate her in the living room. "There's a pair of handcuffs in the nightstand's top drawer." I kept a pair handy. You would be surprised how many girls liked being restrained during sex.

I wasn't going to hurt her, just scare her a little.

Harper's threats were broadcasted through the bedroom door, demanding she was released or else.

"For being so small, she's strong," Maverick whined, stepping out of the room, gripping and adjusting his jaw like she may have broken it. Considering where she came from, I imagined she had no choice but to be tough. "She has one hell of a right hook."

"I got this," I said, dismissing my boys and stepping into the darkness of my room. Her demands stopped, and she went silent. Her jaw clenched tightly as she adverted her gaze.

Sitting on the edge of my bed with one hand cuffed to the headboard, she refused to make eye contact. I'd had this fantasy before, except she was naked. Of course, she wasn't naked now; but dressed like every other villa slut. Her light pink low-cut top sat dangerously low on her full tits. Her short, tight cutoff shorts defined the perfect curves of her heart-shaped ass, dark hair pulled up into a neat bun on top of her head.

Wondering what her hair looked like down, I reached up and released the clip, letting her long, straight hair unravel down her back. I breathed in the smell of her sweet shampoo. Fuck, she was hot! Valley Boys rarely fucked with Villa whores, but I'd make an exception for her this one time.

"Hey," she yelled, swatting at my hand.

"Why are you in my house," I asked, sinking onto the bed next to her.

"I came for the party." She shrugged.

"Your side of town wasn't invited?" My hand gripped her face, forcing her to look me in the eye. "Did you take something?"

"No." She jerked her face out of my grasp, and I let her. Trailing my knuckle down her neck, my gaze followed, taking in the dust of freckles scattered over her thin, tanned shoulders. The same faint freckle pattern across her nose and cheeks. She flinched away from my touch, and I dropped my hand.

Only criminals lived in the Villas. Harper was the stepdaughter of the largest drug pusher in town, not to mention her stepbrother's gang. We were constantly at war with the Villa Boys, and it only got worse when they forced us to share a school with them.

They didn't like us, and we didn't like them.

"I could have my boys come in and hold you down while I strip-search you."

"Wh—what?" she stammered, her cold blue eyes snapping up to meet mine. "No. I didn't take anything. I swear."

"Then tell me, why are you in my house," I growled, annoyance coloring my tone. I was done with this game.

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