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  With that, he grins and backs away, making me want nothing more than to rip his stupid lips off.

  “You’re an ass. I’ll be in your truck waiting.” I give his chest a little shove, before I hurry my way outside and away from Micah.

  I’m angry as hell, but mostly because we both know he’s right.

  One taste of Micah Beck is not enough, and he knows it . . .

  I KNOW I SHOULD PROBABLY keep my mouth shut when it comes to Tegan and not push her any more than I already have, but I can’t seem to control my actions when I’m around her.

  The whole point of me spending my night here at Express and burying myself in work was to get away from the one person who decided to show up without a single text or call.

  The moment I looked up and saw her standing there in her little shorts and tank top, I just about slammed her against the closest wall and buried myself between her thighs.

  I wanted to make her scream and show her that I want to fuck her just as much as I know she’s been wanting me to.

  She tries to fight it, but I can read her better than she thinks.

  It took every ounce of power I possess to hold back before I did some severe damage that I can’t take back.

  But then like the idiot that I am, I got too close and allowed myself to kiss her.

  I didn’t expect her lips to feel so good against mine, and I sure as hell didn’t expect them to taste as good as they did.

  Her taste alone was almost enough to make me blow my load inside my jeans because I desperately needed more. That’s how fucking excited it made me.

  If she hadn’t stopped things, there’s no telling how far I would’ve allowed myself to go.

  And now that she’s alone with me inside my truck, all I can think about is pulling over on the side of the road and lifting her onto my lap so she can ride me.

  Being around her is only getting harder with each second and I feel as if I’m close to cracking.

  We’re sitting in silence, both of us most likely lost in our messed-up thoughts, so I turn the radio up when I hear Hurricane by Thrice come on.

  Music has always been the best distraction for me. I learned that at an early age when I realized I was alone in this world.

  Even though my mother did things with me before she abandoned me—like reading and singing to me at night—the druggie in her realized loving me wasn’t enough to get her through anymore.

  I still remember the day she dropped me off at school and never came back for me. My life imploded that day and I turned to music as a distraction to help get me out of my head.

  I can feel Tegan watching me as I sing, but I keep my gaze straight ahead because I have a feeling the look on her face as she watches me will only make me want her even more.

  It was days ago, but I clearly remember the overwhelming look of awe on her face as she watched me at Vortex that night. It was as if she was seeing me in a different light.

  And we both know how she sees me on the daily—the asshole I pretend to be around her. Maybe I truly am an asshole.

  I won’t deny that I like the idea of her seeing the best part of me. The only good part.

  “I’ve only heard that song a couple of times, but I don’t remember it sounding so . . . I don’t know . . . powerful.”

  I look over at her as I shift my truck into park. Her soft green eyes give away how she’s feeling right now and I can’t help but want to feel it.

  So, I do something stupid.

  After yanking my keys out of the ignition, I step out of my truck, walk over to her side, and pull her down into my arms.

  The moment our gazes lock, I know there’s going to be no stopping what I’m about to do.

  I press her back against my truck and frantically reach for her shorts, ripping them down her legs, before I wrap them around my waist and kiss her again.

  The little moan that leaves her lips the moment my tongue swipes across them, tells me that she’s just as desperate as I am at the moment.

  With one hand I work on undoing my jeans, so she can pull my dick out, while I struggle with moving her panties to the side with the other one, attempting to hold her up with my hips alone.

  The moment her hand strokes along my thick length, I moan out, while biting her lip.

  “Condom?” she asks against my lips. “Please tell me you have one.”

  “Back pocket.” Having her pussy exposed and waiting for me has me losing my shit. I can barely contain myself right now. I just need to fucking be inside of her.

  She rocks against me, while digging into my back pocket and pulling out the condom I’ve been carrying with me since the night she showed up at her brother’s house.

  Before ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, I yank my shirt off and toss it aside.

  I’m standing here shirtless with my jeans undone, my dick fully erect and my best friend’s little sister wrapped around my waist, with no fucking clue how we got here.

  A small wave of guilt passes through me, but the moment Tegan leans in to suck my bottom lip into her mouth as if she needs me inside of her, I quickly roll the condom on and slam into her so hard that she yanks my head back by my hair and screams.

  “Holy shit, Tegan,” I growl against her lips, before running my finger over the bottom one. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I pull out, before slamming right back into her. “Scratch me or pull my hair if you have to, because I’m anything but gentle.”

  She nods her head and digs her nails into my arm, scratching me hard as I begin moving in and out of her.

  Keeping my lips on hers, I grip the bottom of her tank top with both hands and lift it above her head.

  Her hands immediately reach for my arms again, gripping onto me as I grind my hips between her legs, finding it hard to take it easy on her.

  I want her to feel every hard inch of me, because we both know this will be the only time we can allow this to happen.

  It may be a selfish, dickhead thing of me, but I want her to remember me filling her deeper than any other man has, so anytime she’s with someone else she thinks of me.

  The harder her nails dig into my back, the harder and deeper I take her until she’s screaming so loud that it’s beginning to hurt my ears.

  Fuck, how that only makes me work my hips harder.

  “Micah . . .” she moans into my mouth, before biting me. “This can never happen again.”

  Her words make me thrust as deep into her as I can and stop. “I don’t want to fucking think about that right now and you shouldn’t either.” I grip her hair and yank it back, exposing her neck for my tongue to run across it. I work my way up her slender neck, stopping below her ear. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

  “Okay . . .” she says, while fighting to catch her breath. “Okay . . . I can do that.”

  She slams her lips against mine, biting and yanking as if she wants me to be rougher with her.

  So, I am.

  I pull back on her hair even harder, while I fuck her up the side of my truck, not stopping until her muscles are clenching my dick as she screams out her orgasm.

  All it takes is two hard squeezes from her pussy and I’m busting my load into the condom, not bothering to pull out like I usually do with women.

  I can’t.

  If this is the only time I’m going to be inside of her, I want her to feel what she does to me.

  I’m in the middle of growling my release into her ear, when she begins moving again as if she likes the feel of my come in the condom.

  My dick is sensitive as shit, but I place my hands against the truck and allow her to move, until she’s shaking in my arms for a second time as another orgasm rocks through her.

  We’re both sweaty, fighting to catch our breath, but neither one of us make an attempt to get away from each other.

  I’m not going to lie . . . I like the way it feels having her in my arms with her face buried into my neck.

  We stay like this for a bit, before I gently set he
r down and pull out of her.

  “Holy fuck . . .” I groan from the sensitivity of moving my dick.

  “Holy fuck is right . . .”

  We both stand here looking at each other, our breaths mingling together, until my phone begins ringing from inside the truck.

  Panic sets in because I know right away from the ringtone that it’s Alexander. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  I back away from Tegan and quickly reach for her shorts and hand them to her, before I put my dick away. “It’s your brother.”

  Tegan’s eyes widen with worry as she quickly throws her shirt and shorts back on. “Oh shit. Answer it before he thinks we’re doing something.”

  “We are doing something, Tegan. Fucking shit.”

  I’m angry with myself as I reach into the truck and grab for my phone.

  I’m angry because I just betrayed my best friend and angry with myself because I enjoyed it just as much or more than I knew I would.

  And from the look on Tegan’s face as she watches me answer the phone, she’s as mixed up about what we just did as I am.

  “Hey, Man,” I answer out of breath. “Everything good?”

  “Not really.” His voice sounds angry and it has me wondering for a second if he’s had cameras installed outside his house since his sister came to stay for the summer.

  “Okay, hit me with it.” My heart races as I wait for him to chew my ass out. But this is on me and I’ll take what he dishes out.

  “What’s wrong?” Tegan mouths.

  I shake my head as Alexander yells at Colby for being a dumbass. If he’s taking the time to yell at someone else while he has me on the phone, then chances are he has no clue what just went down here at his house.

  I relax.

  “Sorry. Damn, that asshole is pissing me off tonight. But that’s not why I called. The kid is back and he’s drunk off his ass. I figured you’d want to come take care of him.”

  “Fuck!” I’m pissed that Sebastian is there drunk, and even though I’m not sure I’m ready to walk away from Tegan after what just went down, I need to get to him and make sure he’s okay before he gets into some shit he can’t reverse. “I’ll be right there.”

  I hang up the phone and turn to face Tegan. The sight of her standing there, covered in my sweat, has me wanting to claim her all over this damn house.

  Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought.

  “I have something to deal with at the bar. I don’t think I’ll be coming back tonight. But call me or your brother if you need us.”

  She nods and takes a step away from my truck. “Is everything okay at the bar?”

  “Just some kid I take care of from time to time. He’s drunk off his ass, so I’ll probably let him stay at my place tonight and sleep it off.” I pause to run my hands through my hair and cuss to myself. “If I don’t take care of him no one else will.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “To hear what?”

  “That no one is there to take care of him.” She offers me a genuine smile. “But it’s really nice that you’re there for him. He’s a lucky kid to have you.”

  “Yeah . . .” I take a step toward her, as if to give her a kiss, but stop when I think it through and end up asking her something else instead. “Tell me a band you like?”

  “A band?” she asks, looking slightly confused that I’m asking.

  “Yeah. A band.”

  “I’ve been listening to Amber Run a lot lately. Have you heard of them? They have some beautiful acoustic versions that I can’t stop listening to.”

  “I have now.” I move in closer and lock eyes with her, fighting back my urge once again to kiss her. “Goodnight, Tegan.” I turn around and jump into my truck, before I can make that mistake again.

  The damage has already been done tonight. There’s no denying that, but I’d be a dumbass to turn it into anything more than just a one time slip up.

  Kissing only complicates things. Everyone knows that . . .

  When I pull up at the bar, Colby is standing outside taking a cigarette break, smoking it fast as if he’s in a hurry. He looks beat but gives me a nod as I walk past him.

  “How bad is it this time?” I stop to ask.

  He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and shakes his head. “He’s puked a few times and keeps trying to get away in between tossing his cookies. I’m pretty sure the kid thinks he isn’t done partying yet.”

  “Shit.” I rush inside and upstairs to Alexander’s office when I don’t see them anywhere downstairs. That proves right there that it’s a fucked-up situation if he needs to be hidden from the public.

  Steeling my jaw, I make my way up the stairs and shove Alexander’s door open to see Sebastian leaning over a small garbage can, puking his guts out.

  Just from a glance I can see he’s covered in his own damn vomit. The sight makes me sick, because there’s no telling how often he takes things this far.

  “Sorry, Man. I’ll have your carpet shampooed tomorrow.” I walk past Alexander who just nods and exhales. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll get him out of here. I’ll take him to my place and let him sleep it off before I have a talk with him.”

  “Alright, Man.” Alexander pushes away from his desk and heads toward the door. “I would stay and help out more but the guys need me downstairs. You gonna be good getting him to your truck. I can help with that first.”

  “I’ve got him,” I say stiffly. “I’ll drag his idiotic ass to my truck if I have to. I don’t know what to do with this kid. He’s pushing his fucking luck with me. Pretty soon I’m going to have to kick his ass myself.”

  “I’ve got your back if you need me for anything. I know it’s hard work, but just remember that this kid most likely wouldn’t be alive right now if it weren’t for you. His parents don’t do shit to protect him or keep him in line and never will. It’s all you. Anything you need just ask.”

  I bend down and reach for the garbage can to help steady it as he begins another round of puking, before giving Alexander a nod. “Thanks, brother. That means a lot. But I can take it from here. The guys looked busy down there. Colby was just rushing back inside when I walked in.”

  “That dickhead took another cigarette break?” He takes a second to run a hand through his dark hair, while cussing to himself. “Call me if you change your mind. I need to get these assholes in check.”

  “I won’t need you. Just take care of your business.”

  A few seconds after Alexander exits his office, Sebastian sits up and laughs uncontrollably. I don’t know what this kid thinks he’s laughing about, but I can promise he won’t be laughing come morning.

  I reach for one of the fresh water bottles lying next to him on the floor and open it, placing it to his lips. This will at least help hydrate him a bit.

  He struggles with drinking it, but I make sure he gets a good amount before I close it and set it aside.

  “You need to get your shit together, kid. You’re going to end up in the hospital or jail if you keep this shit up.”

  He looks at me but doesn’t say anything. It’s hard to tell if he’s comprehending anything I just said to him.

  “Do you fucking understand me, Seb?”

  “Dammit.” When he still doesn’t respond, I stand up and begin looking for anything I can take with me to keep my truck clean of this kid’s damn stupidity.

  Otherwise, he’ll be spending the next week shampooing my shit until every last hint of his vomit is gone.

  The best option will be to empty out the small trash in my office and bring that. I grab it and place it in Sebastian’s hands and force him to hold it, before I pick his skinny ass up and carry him outside to my truck.

  As soon as I go to reach for the door to set him inside, he pukes all over the side of my vehicle.

  Annoyed, I stand here and wait for him to let it all out, before shoving him inside and taking him to the one place I know he’ll be safe.

  It takes him an hour to fin
ally stop puking enough to pass out. Once I know he’s good for the night I find my way to my bed and lay down, putting on some music to sway me from my thoughts.

  As much as I fight to keep my mind off Tegan, though, she seems to be the only thing on it. Not just how good it felt to be inside her, making her come undone for me, but also the fact that I just fucked my best friend’s little sister when I know I shouldn’t have.

  That makes me a piece of shit, and even recognizing that doesn’t stop me from wanting to fuck her again.

  I guess that makes me a special brand of asshole.

  IT’S BEEN A FEW HOURS since Micah took off to take care of the kid he mentioned. Since then, what we did outside . . . against his truck . . . has been running through my mind non-stop.

  My legs are still shaking and I can’t seem to stop sweating, because I keep replaying it over and over in my head, despite the fact that I’ve been trying to think of anything but.

  The way he slammed me against his truck and stripped me out of my shorts, as if he was desperate to have me, is quite possibly the single hottest moment of my life. I seriously thought I was going to die if I didn’t have him inside of me right then.

  That’s how turned on I was and I hate it.

  My whole body felt as if it ignited into flames the moment he slid that condom on and slammed into me. It was like he owned me.

  He didn’t take it easy on me like the men I’ve been with in the past. He didn’t treat me like he was going to break me in half if he moved too fast or too hard.

  No, he owned every single part of me with just one thrust of his hips. And now I’m sitting here screwed because I allowed it to happen, and I know without a doubt that I’ll only want to feel that way again.

  How the hell can I not? Any woman breathing wants Micah Beck and having him once isn’t enough.

  How am I supposed to be around him every day and pretend like nothing happened when it was the best sex of my life?

  I thought maybe . . . just maybe . . . one night with no strings attached would be enough, but I was wrong.