Once my decoy takes me into her room, I let her kiss my neck and I put on a show of throwing her on the bed roughly. She giggles when she bounces. I cover her body with mine and hold her hair while she writhes beneath me. She doesn’t see it coming when I use Levi’s trick with a pressure point to knock her out cold. I shift her onto her side in case she had too much to drink and put a pillow beneath her head. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, I smirk, glad I made the craziest of the Crows teach me how to pull that off.
I set a timer for twenty minutes on my phone and make my way into the home office at the end of the hall. The vibrating thump of music drifts up as I head straight for the expensive computer in the center of the luxuriously furnished room—just as swanky as the rest of the house. It shouldn’t shock me after the years I’ve spent amongst the people the DuPonts associate with, but Ridgeview has this way of slapping their wealth in people’s faces.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out thin gloves and get to work copying the hard drive. The computer has no password set, so I don’t have to utilize the skills Colton taught me to get around it. I huff out an empty laugh. People are too fucking trusting that nothing can touch them when they’re at the top.
I finish downloading the entire drive to a USB as a backup and pocket it before my alarm goes off. Making sure I haven’t left a trace of what I’ve done, I slip out of the room and head for the staircase.
Maisy is waiting for me at the top of the steps, glaring down the hall. Damn it. She can’t blow my cover. I return her glare as I stalk toward and she lays into me as soon as I reach her.
“So you’ll talk to other girls, just not me. Right. Got it.”
Sticking to ignoring her, I pretend she’s not there as I shoulder her out of the way and head downstairs, tucking the copied hard drive deeper into my pocket. I got what I came here for, now I can get out of here.
“You can’t even look at me anymore,” Maisy accuses when we reach the first floor, gripping my elbow with an unexpected amount of strength.
I glance down at her hand. She always was strong. She used to hate it when Holden and I treated her like she couldn’t do the same things we did because she was a girl.
This close, those blue leggings are even harder to resist. The urge to take a bite out of her ass is strong. Fuck, why are they so tight?
“I’m over this,” she says, getting in my face while I hesitate. Her familiar determination and steel spine make me ache to crush her to me in a hug and push her away harder. “What have I done? Why are you so ready to throw our friendship away?”
It feels like as soon as I look down her body, everything I’ve ignored calls to me. I’ve rejected and avoided how beautiful she is—god, even more than when she had my heart ten years ago. I’ve disregarded how much my mouth has watered at her tight body for a year.
When I don’t answer, her brows pinch and she keeps pushing. “Goddamn it, Fox. If you don’t talk to me, then I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. We can’t keep going on like this. It’s killing me.”
The catch in her voice makes me ball my fists.
A thousand and one memories of when we were kids blindside me. Her hazel eyes pierce through the intricate ocean artwork inked into my bicep and chest, straight into my heart. Then every inch of me turns to ash when I remember the most important thing—she broke her promise.
If she wants my attention so bad, she’s going to fucking get it.
I slam her back against the wall. A few people look our way. The party has all but faded away, my focus narrowing down to my old friend.
“You can say you’re sorry while you choke on my cock,” I growl, face inches from hers as I cage her in.
Surprise crosses her face for a beat before it bleeds away, replaced by a look that has my dick hard in seconds. She slides her arms around my neck, watching me with as much arousal as I feel rushing through me, tempting me with her sweet scent of flowers and coconut. I bite back a groan and grasp her waist. My thumbs skate over smooth skin beneath the hem of her short crop top, exploring her bare belly. I brush the underside of her tits, unable to hold back a grin that she’s not wearing a bra.
“That gets you hot, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does,” she says without any shyness. She gives me a crooked smile when I stare at her. Leaning closer, she murmurs, “There’s a lot that gets me wet. Going to keep going to find out?”
Holy shit. Heat pools low in my gut at the confidence she has. I thought she was going to cower and freak out at the rough treatment and dirty words meant to make her blush.
I picture her on her knees with those pretty lips wrapped around my dick, tears streaming down her face while I fuck her lying mouth until she’s wondering whether or not I’ll pause long enough to let her breathe before I come down her throat. Want crashes over me.
Ignoring her was stupid. Hate fucking her is so much better.
My hands drag down her sides to palm her ass. These yoga pants are sinful as fuck, skintight and leaving nothing to the imagination. I trace my tongue over my lower lip and picture peeling them off her with my teeth.
“Fuck, little daisy,” I rasp in a smoky tone as my hands roam her body, claiming every inch with my touch. “You’ve grown up.”
Maisy presses up on her toes, tilting her head. She wants to kiss me. Through the haze of lust, I shut down the way my heart thumps at an old dream coming true.
I stop her before her lips touch mine, holding her neck and jaw. Disappointment flashes in her golden eyes, but this isn’t a romantic reunion of long lost friends. This is all physical, that’s fucking it. Smirking, I direct her head to the side and close my mouth around her pulse point. I torture her neck until she’s melting against the wall, releasing these soft sounds that drive me insane.
A few people have already seen us tangled together, but we’re too wrapped up in an overwhelming flood of need to stop. The broken dam that held us back from this drowns us. Anger colliding with lust is a heady mix. The only thing I’m vaguely aware of is that we can’t do this in the hallway at some house party, but I can’t tear myself away long enough to take her somewhere private. Releasing a growl, I pick her up. She yelps, clutching at my shoulders as I grab her ass in a possessive grip.
Someone howls like a coyote, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.