Prologue
Riley
Two Weeks Earlier
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I had no idea what this chick's name was, that information was long gone as I fucked her harder with my fingers, her climax close. Sweat coated my brow as I worked her until her pussy started to clench, a groan leaving me.
“Come on, babe. Give it to me.” Her nails raked down my back, making me hiss at the sting. They dug in deeper as she screamed, her pussy clamping around my fingers like a vice while I kept up the fast pace until she was trying to push my hand away, making me chuckle. “I'm nowhere near done with you.”
She moaned as if in pain, her overstimulated body twitching when I finally let her recover before she reached out to grope my breast, tweaking my nipple with a sleepy smile. “Stay with me tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, laying over her and sucking my fingers into my mouth, cleaning her juices from them before releasing them with a pop. “You know that's not going to happen. I told you I couldn't stick around.” I didn't fuckingwantto stick around once we were finished. One night stands were supposed to be for sex, not cute shit then fucking brunch. This wasn’t a date.
I'd fucked my bad mood out of my system, and pain filled my chest as I remembered my whole reason for burying myself in pussy in the first place.
I'd started a fight with my best friend, Luna Hendricks, while at the racetrack my family owned. She’d been ditching me a lot lately to spend time with her piece of shit boyfriend, Stanley. I hated him.
I’d been in a foul mood, so when Luna had joined me at the track, I’d snapped, telling her to fuck off unless she was there to fuck me. I was such a bitch, and I really needed to get control of myself. Luna was straight, and there was no way she saw me as more than a friend.
I hated myself for the hurt I’d put in her eyes now that I’d calmed down.
No matter how many times I denied my feelings for her, my whole family saw right through my bullshit, always teasing me for how much I loved her. She laughed it off, not seeing the truth that had been right in front of her since forever.
Guilt hit me in the chest as I pulled myself away fromwhat’s-her-name, grabbing my bra and T-shirt to get dressed.
“Where are you going? I thought you weren’t done?” she pouted, and I rolled my eyes the moment I turned away to snatch my panties off the floor.
“Sorry, I just remembered something I have to do.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she deadpanned. “Just tell me you want to bail, I’m a big girl. No need to lie to save my feelings.”
I glanced at her, her naked, sweaty body sprawled out on the bed as her hair fanned the pillows, silently begging me to get back in bed. She was pretty, but she wasn’t Luna.
I hoisted my sweats up my legs and tied the string to stop them from falling down, answering her bluntly. “Fine. I want to bail. I’m in a mood.” I wasn’t apologizing for that either. It was a waste of words that would only be lies. I didn’t give a shit about her feelings since this was only a casual hookup to begin with.
“I noticed,” she said dryly, pushing her damp hair from her face. “I didn’t even get to give you any orgasms.”
I chuckled, snatching my oversized hoodie and pulling it on before sitting on the bed to shove my feet into my shoes. “Trust me, I get a kick out of being the giver.”
“Thanks for the orgasms then,” she mumbled, clearly not impressed with my abrupt exit. “I’ll see you around.”
“Probably not.” I shrugged as I got to my feet and snatched my keys, phone, and wallet from the bedside table, leaving the room and making my way down to the kitchen. I smirked when the front door opened and one of the guys from school walked in with some of his friends, all of them pausing when they noticed me.
I didn’t hang around people for the sake of it, so they knew me being here only meant one thing.
“Whoever’s sister that was should be proud. She took it like a champ,” I taunted, licking the tips of my fingers. “She’s tasty too.”
“Sister? I don’t have a fucking sister,” the first guy growled, his eyes darting over my shoulder as my hookup walked in, her eyes going wide.
“I thought you were coming home on Monday?” she squeaked as his face turned thunderous.
“That much is obvious since you’ve been fucking Riley Donovan!”
I scoffed, moving past them to let myself out before speaking over my shoulder. “Wrong. I fuckedher. Big difference. You need to up your game if she’s turning to me to get off. She was begging me for it.”
I didn’t stick around to hear their argument. If she had a boyfriend, the blame purely fell on her, not me. Did I care that I'd probably just been part of ruining their relationship?
Nope. She was an adult, and I hadn’t forced her to take me home.