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Fucking wanted her to the point I didn’t bother talking to any of her girlfriends at the table. Not even Jenny who shuddered whenever I brushed my knee against hers. An easy lay if I got too desperate. Hell, taking Addilyn’s best friend’s V-card would probably piss her the hell off.
I didn’t speak a word to Jenny, but I gave her a long, second look, deciding her apple-sized tits and thick lips would do. My stare caused her face to flush.
And brought a scowl to Addilyn’s lips.
I smirked in reply to which she flounced her hair and huffed.
Devon Bradshaw didn’t share our lunch period, but he handed her a note in the hallway afterward. My hands fisted at my sides. That earned him another one of her smiles that lit up her face and bathed him with the golden rays of sunshine I lusted after.
Other girls offered themselves to me throughout the day, their eyes promising whatever the hell I wanted to give—or take. The chick sitting beside me in physics class slid me a note that outright stated she’d suck my cock.
Didn’t even get a twitch out of said cock.
A severe scowl I’d learned to emulate from Dad shut her down.
My dick only got hard for Addilyn, the young girl who pretended to hate me, the princess who thought I was beneath her.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to be beneath her.
And I wasn’t the only one to think that. She had a couple guys sniffing after her like bloodhounds, hot on the trail of young, virginal pussy.
But Devon was the worst of the lot. Fucking fluttering his fingers at her as we headed out to Dad waiting by a shiny new Cherokee just like Ingrid had promised.
“Nice wheels,” I told him, catching the keys he tossed me as we drew near.
“Be sure to thank Ingrid when we get home,” he said with a wink. Gambling asshole, but he always figured out a way to keep us comfortable. That fact still didn’t make me feel any warm fuzzies for the bastard.
“Will do.” And I would. Couldn’t be a completely ungrateful prick toward her even though I wanted to.
“So, who’s Devon and what’s he to you?” I asked Addilyn while sliding behind the wheel and fixing my rearview mirror onto her face in the back.
Dad glanced at me from the passenger, but I didn’t look his way as he shut his door.
Pink stained Addilyn’s cheeks. “He’s just a friend,” she muttered, turning away from me and clicking her seatbelt into place.
I brought the engine to life, but the topic kept me from grinning at my new wheels. “Seems like he wants to be a hell of a lot more than that.”
“Does your mother know about this young man?” Dad asked with a tone that suggested he thought he was some sort of authority figure in her life, but I knew where his disapproval stemmed from. Jealousy—same shit that had my hands itching to form fists.
“Yes, Mother is well aware of Devon,” Addilyn snipped. “And she approves of him too. He’s Sheriff Bradshaw’s son.”
A preppy, popular sheriff’s son who smiled so damn much he made my own face hurt. Definitely good enough for my princess, her voice and tilted chin claimed.
Motherfucker.
Scowling, I pulled out of the school parking lot and reversed the directions I’d kept track of that morning while Ingrid had driven us to school. Dad asked about school, his voice kind as he angled in his seat to better see Addilyn.
I answered with one-worded grunts, and the princess didn’t do much more either, huddling against the door, arms wrapped around herself.
Smart girl.
Dad eventually gave up trying to converse with two moody teenagers who obviously had jack shit to say about their day.
Ingrid met us in the foyer, her smile annoying the hell out of me. “Sweetheart, I missed you!” She kissed Dad, snuggling against him like he’d been gone a week instead of the short time it took to drive all of five miles to the high school.
While I’d have loved to leave them to it, I paused long enough to thank her for the car she’d bought for me.
“My pleasure,” she purred—but kept her focus on Dad instead of me.
What the fuck ever.
Addilyn escaped up the stairs, and I followed on her heels, loving the extra inch of skin I got to see from being lower than her.
I wondered if Dad watched her too, the sick fuck.
