Annabelle, bless her, stays.
Notjuststays. She’s as eager to fuck me as I am to fuck her.
Ireallylike her.
Girl isn’t shy when it comes to taking what she wants. I was half afraid she would get…Brighton…on me. You know, stuck-up. But nah, she’s down to slum it, and I’m always ready to dirty up some rich girl looking for a thrill. Especially one who’s already got her hands and mouth all over me as we stumble outside—right where I dropped Mike and Connor not twenty minutes earlier.
If Annabelle were looking anywhere else but at my crotch, she’d see Mike’s blood splashed all over the pavement. But she’s a little busy as she falls to her knees and unzips my pants. Her hands go still for a second, though, and I groan in frustration.
She looks up at me, a scowl scrunching her pretty face. “I don’t do this. This isn’t me.”
“Don’t care,” I admit with a shrug. “You’re in Mayhem, sweetheart. You can fuck the entire town, and no one would give a good goddamn.”
She blinks, her large brown eyes reflecting a world of wonder. Guess she’s not used to being free. We get that a lot here. Outside of Mayhem, the country is screwed up and backward. Judgy as hell. Unfortunately, a lot of America remains buried under ruin and rubble from the Second Civil War. Not that our town isn’t tarnished. We just happen to consider the decay flavoring.
A wicked grin tugs at Annabelle’s lips as she slips my jeans and gray boxers down over my hips. Yeah, I’m not one of those guys who goes commando. I prefer a non-chafed dick. Her smooth hand wraps around my shaft, and my stomach tightens. My balls clench in anticipation of her warm mouth. Holy shit, it feels almost too good when her lips slide over my swollen—
“Wow. Still getting blowjobs from randoms, huh?”
Well, shit.
This time, when Faith Decker catches me with my dick in a girl’s mouth, it’s not intentional. I haven’t seen my ex-girlfriend up close and personal for seven years. But here she is, standing with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring murder at me. Same as she did when we were seventeen and I made sure she caught me cheating on her.
Damn, she looks good. Better than good. Faith was the prettiest girl in school, and she got better with time. Like, a lot better. She’s gorgeous. But I knew that already. Mayhem is tiny, and whenever she visited her family, everyone made sure I knew.
They also made sure to give me every last detail of her, right down to the color of her socks.
Two years ago, Wraith saw her coming out of the library where her mother works. He thought it would be hilarious to torment me by texting me a picture of her (which, by the way, I still have saved in my phone). That photo, I realize now, doesn’t do her justice.
With her not ten feet away, she’s pure electricity, bringing my whole body to life. And it has nothing to do with the woman kneeling between my legs.
Oh, damn. There’s a woman kneeling between my legs.
Annabelle lets out a mortified gasp and pulls away. I yank up my jeans and tuck my dick away without a hint of guilt, because tonight, I’m not wrong. In fact, Faith’s intruding on my good time.
“I think I’m going to throw up,” Annabelle mumbles as she hurries toward Talon’s back door.
Faith jabs a thumb over her shoulder. “Bathroom is on the right.”
Annabelle, head down, races by Faith. The door bangs closed behind her, leaving Faith and me alone.
Is it me, or did the night suddenly get hotter?
And did Mayhem suddenly get smaller?
Faith is what I call arrogantly beautiful. She’s hot in a way that gets all up in a person’s face. Her brown hair falls over her shoulders like brown silk, hitting her almost at her waist. Her dark eyes are sharp, missing nothing as she sweeps a glare over the alley. When she settles her condescending gaze on me, she purses her pillow lips, like the memory of my taste is disgusting.
“You’re still a cockblock,” I say to piss her off.
But this is Faith. A woman born and raised in Mayhem. Cut her, and she’ll cut you deeper. “I see you’ve downgraded from classrooms to alleyways. Your parents must be proud.”
“Mom and Dad are dead.”
The faintest flinch shadows her expression. “Shame. They were good people despite raising such a shitty son.”
“Aw, you still mad at me for breaking your heart, Fizzle?” I lean against the building, feigning indifference and hating how my hard-on has nothing to do with Annabelle and everything to do with Faith.
“Don’t you dare. You lost the right to call me by that name.” Her words fly at me like bullets. “And I hate to disappoint you, but anger would imply I’m harboring feelings for you, and I assure you, Luke, I’m not. The only thing I might feel is pity because I see you haven’t grown at all.”
