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I don’t answer. I just stand there, staring at her. I know I need to leave her room. Nothing good can come from me being here. But, goddamn it, she makes it hard to walk away from her.

“You feel it too.” She slurs the words, and I know she’s still drunk. “I know you do.”

Placing my hand over hers, I try to shove hers away. “You’re drunk,” I tell her.

“Who cares?” she rasps. “We’ve been skating around each other for weeks. I know what I want. It’s you. Right now.”

I quickly shake my head. “Haley, no. This isn’t what you need. I’m not what you need.”

Moving her free hand to my side, she skates both hands down until they stop at the waistband of my jeans. Staring up at me, her eyes are filled with hunger. “I don’t remember saying I needed you. I said I wanted you.” She dips her fingers under my waistband. “And I do. I want you so bad that I’m physically aching right now.”

“We have to live together. Your brother, he’d fucking kill me,” I say, trying to convince myself more than her. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know we shouldn’t. But sometimes, the things we shouldn’t do … feel the best,” she whispers before taking my hand in hers and moving it to her chest. “Feel my heart, Cade? It’s racing because, right now … I want you.”

I feel myself giving in. I know this feeling all too well. With every drink, every joint, and every pill … there’s a moment, a split second, where I know I’ll do whatever I have to do to get it. And despite my greatest efforts to push her away … my selfishness is going to win. Just like it always does.

“And what do you want from me, Haley?”

“I want a night to forget all the reasons we shouldn’t be attracted to each other.” She keeps her voice low. “One night where we give in to what we want.”

“It’d only be for tonight, Haley,” I quip back. “That’s all I can give you.”

“Fine,” she says, moving her hands to her own shirt before peeling it from her body. “But if you’re going to cockblock my night, the least you can do is make up for it.”

“You weren’t. Going. To. Fuck. Him,” I say through gritted teeth. “Stop saying that.”

“Does it make you mad, Cade, when you think about another man fucking me?” she coos, and her voice doesn’t even sound like the Haley I know. This Haley sounds confident and desperate.

“Yes,” I growl. My jaw tenses so tightly that it hurts.

I know firsthand that if you put a drink in front of an alcoholic, they will probably want to chug it. If you put a pill in front of an addict, they’ll likely want to snort it. And if you put a shirtless Haley Thompson in front of me, begging for me to have sex with her … I’m going to want to fuck her.

It’s just simple facts. And you can’t fight logic.

“Then, what are you going to do about it?” she whispers, giving mefuck meeyes, making me weak in the knees.

“You need to be sure,” my voice barely croaks. “And if we do this … no one can know, and it can’t happen again.”

“Kiss me, Cade. Stop treating me like I’m this innocent, breakable thing. I want the whole Cade Huff experience.”

“Cade Huff experience?” I narrow my eyes. “What the fuck is that?”

“Don’t treat me like an innocent little girl. Treat me the same way you treat all of your other hookups,” she says, looking up with her bloodshot eyes. “Fuck me, Cade. Don’t make me beg. Just fuck me already.”

I swallow, sucking in a breath. Feeling the blood rush to my cock, I know right then I’m not telling her no. I mean, when an angel like her demands to be fucked, I’m going to give her every inch of my aching cock until she comes so hard on it that she screams my name. End of story.

8

Cade

When I wake up, my head is pounding. I have no idea if it’s because my body is in need of something or if it’s because I mixed pills with drinking last night. Either way, when my vision clears and I look around, I realize I’m in Haley’s bed. Everything in my mind is fuzzy, but when I turn to look at her, a lot of memories flood my brain, hitting me all at once, like a ton of fucking bricks.

Me kissing my way down her stomach as I peeled her shorts off.

Her hands in my hair as I pushed my tongue deeper inside of her. Her tightening her thighs around my neck as she came in my mouth, crying out my name.

Me burying my cock inside of her, not even sure I could fit because she was so fucking tight.

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