He frowns.
I don’t fucking listen to myself. “When I lied to you on the back porch, I wanted to push you to see what you could do.”
His hard and smooth chest rises and falls as he sucks in a long breath. “Why?”
I run my hands up his chiseled abs, ready to lay it all out. Deke loved the lie that was Becky. I keep saying I’m not her. So if he is going to like me, he’s going to fall for the real me. “Because your darkness turns me on.” I watch to see if his expression changes, but it doesn’t. “She wanted to tame you. I want to see what you can do. I wanna see the real you. All of you. I know I could never win against you, Deke, but I don’t want you to hide. Not from me.”
He sits there between my legs not saying a word, and my heart begins to race. Bringing up my sister while we’re lying in bed naked together probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, but I feel like she’s always lingering around us anyway. Like a dark cloud just waiting to pour down on us.
“You’ve seen the real me,” he finally says, and his eyes drop to my neck.
“And I’m still here.” I give him a drunken smile.
His jaw sharpens. “I could have killed you …” He pauses and sighs. “I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you again.”
I almost laugh at that. “Good.” I pull his face down to mine and whisper against his lips, “Now show me how hard you can fuck me.”
“Demi.” He growls my name, his chest vibrating against mine, making my legs tighten around him. His lips trail down my jaw to my neck. I arch it to give him better access. Then I feel him sliding his hand between our bodies. I smile when he grips the base of his already hard dick and pushes into me, making me cry out at the feel of him stretching me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him.
His hand slaps over my mouth, and I take a deep breath through my nose. He whispers, “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want them hearing you scream my name.”
I want to roll my eyes at his cockiness, but he begins to move, and my eyes roll back for a different reason.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
DEKE
COLE AND Iexit my car and walk up to the small cabin. Cole unlocks it, and we step inside. I stop and look around the living room and entryway. There was a small square table that sat next to the door. It has been knocked over, and the glass covers the hardwood floor. But other than that, there is no sign of a struggle.
I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the cup. It’s full to the brim with what looks like a clear liquid of some sort.
“He left in a hurry,” Cole observes. “He didn’t even bother disposing of the evidence.” Then he walks down the hallway.
I fist my hands and look down at the side of the couch. A Louis Vuitton bag sits on the floor. I reach down and pick it up. Grabbing the drink with my other hand, I walk it into the kitchen and pour it down the sink.
“Hey,” Cole enters the kitchen. “Look what I found in the bathroom?” He holds up a small clear bottle with a blue lid. A piece of tape is on the side of the bottle and written in black Sharpie is GHB.
My jaw tightens. “It’s almost fucking empty.”
He nods and places it in his pocket. “I’m guessing he wanted to make sure she had enough so she wouldn’t fight him. Or wouldn’t remember a single thing.”
I throw the cup into the sink and drop her bag. Gripping the counter, I growl. “He could have killed her.” Who knows how much he would have had her drink? Demi is fucking small. Too much and she could have had seizures. Could have fallen into a coma. Not to mention he mixed it with alcohol.
His phone rings, and he answers, placing it on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“You guys there?” Bennett asks.
“Yes.” I growl and push off the countertop.
“Find anything?”
“A bottle of GHB.” Cole speaks.
“Fuck.” He hisses, then sighs. “Hang on, I’m adding Shane to the call.” Seconds later, he’s back. “Okay. We’re all here.”
“Did you guys get your tickets?” Cole asks him.
“Yes. We fly out tonight,” Bennett answers.
