Page 113 of Finding Fate
He shakes his head and stands, taking his beer with him as he walks out of the main space. Konnor’s comment comes back to me.Yeah, probably not.I glance at Presley when he’s out of earshot. “What did you do? Who’s here?”
Her cheeks are rosy, and it’s definitely not because it’s hot in here. “What makes you think I did anything?”
Liar.
Landon
The pounding on the door hasn’t let up yet. It sounds like a fist beating against the heavy wood. It’s loud, irritating, and quickly sparking anger. I like the quiet. I hear enough loud shit at work between the machines and trying to talk over them. “Alright! I’m coming.”
I grip the door handle and try to rip it open, only it does nothing because it’s locked, making my anger escalate. I unlock it, ready to tear someone a new asshole. There is no good reason to bang on the fucking door. A growl sounds as it cracks to open. “I’m going to kill her for locking me out in the cold!” A female voice screams, turning away from the door just as I jerk it open. Tight jeans, gray suede boots, white puffy jacket and a plaid scarf. Long hair—top brown, bottom blonde. God, what an ass.
I stare at it as she speed walks down the driveway, leaving a very familiar suitcase in front of the door. I lean into the doorframe, one side of my mouth pulling up. “This is becoming a habit,” I call out, halting her mid-step. She just stands there, staring straight ahead, making my heart rate speed up. I haven’t seen her since November. I’ve pulled up her contact in my phone a few times to text her but thought better of it. I only do things that make sense. Getting involved with her does not. “Shouldn’t you have a key if your parents own this place?”
As if that gave her a push, she spins around and stomps toward me like a kid throwing a tantrum. Christ. I wish she would. I want to punish her for some of the shit she does. She stops in front of me. “My parents own property all over this damn country. I wouldn’t need a key if the hide-a-key was in the lock box where it was supposed to be!” she yells with venom in her voice. “What are you doing here, country?”
I hold back the groan. That nickname goes straight to my dick. Instead of answering right away, my eyes fall to her tight, red sweater. Her nipples are hard, meaning her bra is thin, reminding me how perfect the girl’s tits are. My beer flies out of my hand and goes sailing through the air until it lands sideways on the driveway, beer pouring out of it like a waterfall. My eyes lock on hers. “I don’t like people wasting beer I paid hard earned money for.”
“I don’t like to be ignored.”
“I could ask you the same question. This shin dig is for adults. You aren’t quite old enough to attend. Eighteen and up.”
“Fuck you. You didn’t have complaints about my age when your dick was inside me.”
God, don’t remind me how good that felt.
“My dick has been in a lot of girls. I’m not picky.”
“Ugggggh! This is my sister’s gender reveal. I was never told you’d be here when I was invited. It’s supposed to be a couple thing. Last time I checked you’re single. Why are you here?”
“And you aren’t?”
She smiles like a villain. “Nope. Freshly taken. When that call never came after you insisted I give you my number, even though I tried to nicely decline, I decided I liked sex. Missed it even. That whole whoring thing isn’t for me. I boyfriend’d up.”
My heart slams against my chest. I step outside and jerk the door shut behind me, my face an inch from hers as I stare down at her. “Prove it. Where is he?”
“It’s Christmas. He’s with his family like normal people.”
Yeah right. No guy in his right mind lets a girl that looks like her go off to another state by herself. I guess we are technically between California and Nevada. Same damn difference. She’s full of shit. I push her against the door, her body hitting it making a thudding sound. “Yeah? Maybe I’m a guy that finds girls in relationships more appealing. I won’t tell if you don’t.”
She looks at my lips. I grip the doorframe and press my pelvis against her. “Shit,” she whispers. “Why are you hard?”
“The same reason your nipples are.”
“It’s cold.”
“You’re a shitty liar.” I lean in, our lips almost touching. “They’re hard because you remembered how good my cock made you feel just like I remembered how tight that pussy is.”
She places her hand behind her back. Her breathing is heavy. “I thought you weren’t picky?”
“I’m not. That doesn’t mean some don’t feel better than others.”
“I guess you’ll have to find one that will do. Like I said, I have a boyfriend. He liked it enough to call. Or text. I’m not picky.”
The door opens and she disappears inside, slamming the door in my face. The tip of my nose is pressed against the wood. Had I been any closer it would have hurt. My forehead falls against the large window in the center and I smile. I guess we’re going to play it that way. That’s fine. I like games.
I step back and grab her suitcase before walking inside. And here I thought I was going to miss that Christmas pay. I’d rather work for what she’s got.
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