PROLOGUE
Jersey Shore
2010
Ikeep glancing into the neighbor’s backyard as I balance on the ladder. Haven’s sunbathing with her iPod on, and I watch as her fingers tap to the beat on her exposed thigh.
I lick my lips, suddenly thirsty.
What I wouldn’t give to be licking a path right up the inside of that thigh. Bet that would quench my thirst for her. I groan and turn back to the lovely job I’m performing for my Gran today.
Cleaning the gutters.
She could have asked last week when it hadn’t rained in weeks, but no. She’s got me up here after the first major storm of the summer. I shove my gloved hands into the mushy leaves that are clogging the drains so badly that she got two inches of water in her basement.
I look over to the pump I’ve got going, sucking that mess out.
A cool ocean breeze blows by, and I thank the good lord because the sun is cooking me alive up here. I’d much rather bein the nice cool air conditioning or, better yet, the dark cab of my pickup truck, where I was two seconds away from stealing Haven’s virginity last night.
“I thought it was against your religion to tan?” A loud voice makes me look over my shoulder and frown.
What the fuck is Danica doing at home?
“And I thought you were in Juvie for another month.” Haven sits up and lifts her sunglasses to stare at her, waiting for the answer to the same question I just thought.
These two cousins are like oil and water. Danica’s light features to Haven’s goth black. They clash more often than not, and I know her being here is going to fuck up all of my summer plans with Haven.
“Let me out on good behavior.” I snort and turn back to my work, carefully listening to the conversation.
“So, you gave the guards a blow job.” That’s my girl.
One thing Haven is not is a pushover. She calls bullshit when she hears it. It’s one of the reasons I love her.
Not that I’ve worked up the nerve to say the words. It just wouldn’t be right to tell her, then leave for the military. I could never break her heart like that.
“Still a fucking prude, I see. Tell me, are you still a virgin? Are you pining for that neighbor boy to pop your cherry?” I freeze in place.
I hold my breath waiting to hear her answer cause I only suspected her virgin status. I’ve never asked ‘cause it ain’t my business.
Yet.
“Who I choose to fuck or not is none of your concern. WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE?” Haven has lost her patience, and I glance over to make sure they aren’t going to come to blows.
I catch Danica flashing me her boobs, and when our eyes meet, she winks at me.
BITCH.
“I need your help,” Danica says.
Of course she fucking does.
“No.” I watch Haven stand up, grab her towel and iPod before she turns her back on Danica and walks back inside her parents’ house.
“PLEASE!” Danica stands and rushes after her.
The back door slams shut in her face, but she just opens it and disappears.
I rush down the ladder and jump the fence separating our properties. I saw her parents’ car leave half an hour ago, and I don’t trust that bitch alone with my girl.
