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CHAPTER13
Nixon
Washingthe blood off my hands, I look over to Drake. His face is barely recognizable, limp against the locker room wall. Did I kill him? I didn’t truly care but my dad would be pissed about the cleanup. And apparently, killing the mayor’s son was not going to go over well.
I hear a low whistle as Easton steps around a lifeless Drake. “Jealousy’s really getting to you, huh?”
Shaking my head, I tear off the paper towel, spinning to look at him. “He tried to rape Monroe.” Easton’s jaw sets as he looks down at Drake. He unbuckles his pants and takes out his dick, pissing on Drake. “Dude!” I shout. “
“Fuck him, Nix. He’s lucky I don’t cut his fucking dick off.” He finishes, tucking himself away. Sending a kick into Drake’s ribs and spitting on him. “Piece of shit,” he mumbles. “Can’t kill the mayor’s son, huh?”
I shake my head, throwing my arm around his shoulders, dragging him out. Once outside, we make our separate ways to our cars. I throw my head back against the headrest, my eyes landing on a picture of Monroe and me in the eighth grade. We were so happy.
Fuck, I miss my best friend.
* * *
We won our game Friday, fifty to fourteen. Walking into William’s house, the party is in full swing. Bodies practically dancing on top of one another. People throwing me high fives and congratulating me on the win. I give them all my best smile as I walk into the kitchen, grabbing abeer. “Wow” by Post Malonethumps through the speakers as I make my way into the huge living room. Bodies grinding against one another as I scan the crowd. My eyes land on Monroe and Leslie dancing on the coffee table. Monroe is grinding on Leslie as a bunch of dudes stand around the table. I clench my beer and then chug it.
Ten songs and seven beers later, I have had enough. Why am I fighting this attraction? I couldn’t remember and I don’t really fucking care.
Forgetting all the people around us, I zero in on my target. I grab her hips and toss Monroe over my shoulder. She, of course, beats on my back, calling me every name in the book. I take us upstairs to an empty room, tossing her on the bed and locking the door. I turn on a lamp, taking a swig of my beer as my eyes grow heavy with lust just looking at her. I stalk to her, grabbing her ankles. Her wide eyes watch me as I yank her down the bed. I push up her skirt, seeing her red lace panties, and I bite my fist, groaning. Getting on my knees, I gently pull her panties down.
“Nixon, what are you doing?” she whispers, rising to her elbows to watch me.
Her honey eyes are glazed over with alcohol, much like my own. “Hate me tomorrow, ma fille. Give me tonight. Please.” I run my hands up her toned legs. My tongue glides over her smooth skin until it meets my target. I lightly bite her clit, savoring the sweet taste of her on my eager tongue.
She sits up, running her hands through my hair. “Nix, you have a girlfriend.” She moans as my hot breath fans over her pussy.
“Vous serez serai toujours à moi même quand je ne peux pas t'avoir,” I reply, licking through her wetness. She tugs on my hair, hard, breaking me away from my snack.
“Don’t be a coward. Speak to me so I can understand you.” Her eyes are a mixture of lust and anger. Her hair is wild from dancing, skin hot from my touch. Sighing, I push my finger inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. “I said…” Thrust. “You’ll always be mine. Even when I can’t have you.” She meets my gaze as I thrust harder, adding a second finger.
“You can have me. Break up with her,” she says breathlessly.
“I can’t,” I reply, pushing my thumb to her clit. She’s almost there.
She pushes her shaky foot to my chest, pushing me off. “Then you can’t have my orgasms.” She stands, fixing her skirt.
I latched onto her waist while still on my knees. “Monroe, don't leave me again,” I whisper into her stomach.
“Then break up with her!” she yells, voice breaking off at the end.
My hands skate up her shirt and I squeeze her boobs. Perfect size, just like I knew.
“I like her,” I plead, twisting her nipples as her head falls back.
“Enough to lose me over?” she asks.
“Yes.” I rise to my feet, gripping her neck and pulling her into me. I kiss her like I’d die without her. I kiss her like she is my breath. I kiss her with so much intensity, it feels like we’re about to combust.
She pushes me off, walking to the door. “Stay away from me, Nixon.” Her voice breaks and I drop my head to my chest.
I can’t, baby. Trust me, I’ve tried.
* * *
“This isn’t going to work,” I tell my dad.
