Junior year
“What are we doing here?” I ask Deke as he pulls into his sister’s driveway.
He turns his Range Rover off. “Don’t panic. Shelby’s at work tonight.” Getting out, he comes around the SUV and opens my door for me.
“Thank you,” I say with a nod.
We enter the house, and I wait in the entryway for him to turn the lights on, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway. “Deke, what are we doing?” I ask again with a soft laugh, but he doesn’t answer.
Why did he bring me here? No one knows about us. Even if Shelby isn’t home, it’s too risky.
We turn the corner, entering the kitchen, and I gasp. A single red rose sits in a glass vase surrounded by four candles in the center of the round table. A white tablecloth covers it, and it’s set for two. He lets go of my hand and walks over to the table. He picks up the lighter and lights them, giving the room a soft glow.
He places the lighter in a drawer and looks over at me with a sly smile on his handsome face. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” I lie. I had dinner earlier with David and his parents. I tried to get out of it, but he wouldn’t let it go. And his mom offered me a glass of wine, so I couldn’t turn that down. She’s a lush and doesn’t care if you’re legal age or not.
He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. His blue eyes look darker in the dim light. Sexier. “You did all this for me?”
His answer comes in a smirk.
I lean forward and place a chaste kiss on his lips. I go to pull away, but he places his hands in my hair and devours my lips with his. When he pulls away, I open my heavy eyes. He runs his knuckles down my cheek. “I’d do anything for you, Becky. All you have to do is ask.”
I smile at that memory. Let’s hope he still feels that way.
DEKE
I park Austin’s Range Rover in Becky’s mother’s driveway. Her father had bought her a red BMW when she arrived in Collins last January, but she traded it in for an SUV like mine after we moved to Texas. She said it was a better choice and safer for Lilly. But where mine is black, Austin’s is white. I drove it tonight because I don’t want Demi spotting mine in the driveway when she arrives home. I want to surprise her. And then Angelica won’t question why a guy’s car is here all night either. She knows Austin’s ride, and she’ll think for some strange reason Austin stayed here. Not me.
I knock on the front door, and Mrs. Holt’s housekeeper answers the door. “Hello, sir.” She nods her head in greeting.
“Ma’am. I’m here to pick up Becky.”
She smiles at me and gestures for me to enter. “She’s upstairs getting ready.”
“Thank you.” I make my way up the left staircase, knowing that Demi’s room is on the right. I come to a stop and lean up against the doorframe. Becky stands in her room, bent over looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She wears a dark blue dress that looks a little too small, but that’s nothing new. She’s always liked to show off every curve, not that she has many. Demi may be smaller than her sister, but Becky isn’t big by any means. She has no hips and no ass, but she does have long, sexy legs. I’ll give her that. I used to love having them wrapped around my hips. And her tits, they’re a good handful. I always wanted to fuck them, but Becky wasn’t into that sort of thing.
As I stand here looking her over, I can’t understand why I fell for her. What was it that made me believe every lie? Made me fall in love with her? Was it because she chose me over David? I wasn’t faithful to her, but she knew that. I didn’t lie to her. She was very aware that I slept with other girls and she couldn’t say shit to me about it. She fucked both David and me, and I fucked whoever I wanted. I mainly just did it to piss her off, though, and it worked.
Now I’m going to fuck her to piss her sister off. And I’m hoping that it works. When I find out that Demi is the one fucking us over, I will give her what she wants—me. A motherfucking shark. I’ll destroy her.
Becky smacks her lips together and straightens. She pulls her blond curls over her shoulder and turns to face me. She jumps back, letting out a squeal of surprise. “Deke. How long have you been standing there?”