PROLOGUE
Age Eighteen
“Fuck, Indy, we should stop.” My calloused hands cradle her hips, fingertips teetering between her soft skin and her jeans as I gently press against her. Having a mind of their own, my hips thrust upward again, grinding our bodies together through our clothes.
“Why?” A breath of air pushes past her lips as they hover over mine. Her hands trail under the bottom of my shirt, and she glides them over my abs.
The feeling makes my stomach clench—my dick hardening further in reaction to the touch I’ve craved for so long.
She moans, and it’s like everything I’ve ever imagined.
I’ve wanted my best friend’s sister for the better part of my high school years. As Irish twins, Dylan and Indy ended up a grade apart, but my birthday falls between both of theirs. Being so close in age, they’re inseparable, but they also have a classic sibling relationship, and somehow I always find myself being the middleman.
Forced to pretend like I always agree with Dylan.
Expected to aways be on his side.
Hide the fact I’m completely entranced byIndy.
The older we’ve grown, the harder it’s been to not take notice of her. Dylan’s sister has always been an alternative bombshell who seemed to want nothing to do with me, and it's only piqued my curiosity further.
In my eyes, she’s perfect. The girl I’ve pined over for the last four years, unbeknownst to my best friend—her brother. But to everyone else in Ridgewood, she’s…quirky.
Her style's a little bit punk, a little bit goth. Her naturally dirty blonde hair is now jet black with strands of pink. She wears combat boots, holey fishnets under everything, and her middle finger’s in the air more than it's relaxed.
She’s an anomaly.
But she’smyanomaly…at least I want her to be.
Her shit attitude matches theI don’t give a fuckpersona she developed to complement her dark, dreary clothing choices. I’ve been chomping at the bit to peel off the layers of black and reveal what is underneath.
Dylan would lose his shit.
But we’re both legally adults now, and high school’s ending in a couple weeks. Who cares if we’re polar opposites. All bets are off, and it doesn’t matter what people think.
Not anymore.
Over the years, I’ve gained the nickname of the Golden Boy of Ridgewood, and frankly, I wear it proudly—but I’m also ready to shed it like a layer of clothing.
I’m the best baseball player on the team. I volunteer at the animal shelter, homeless shelter,andonce a month I drive my ass out to the ranch my family owns in Deerbrook to tend to the land and the horses. I have perfect grades and a full-ride scholarship to play ball.
There’s nothing standing in my way, and if I want to explore this attraction I have to Indy, the one I’ve had for four torturous years, I’m going to.
But the potential of jeopardizing not one but two friendships, makes me hesitate.
“Get out of your head, Golden Boy,” Indy groans, breaking our kiss entirely. Her hand brushes over the bulge in my jeans. “We’re both consenting adults, what’s the problem?”
“Your brother.” I suck in a sharp breath as she somehow manages to fondle my balls through my pants.God, that feels fucking good.
Pausing, she straightens and lifts her shirt overhead. Her purple lace bra leaves little to the imagination, and I forget how to speak entirely. “You want to talk about my brother while my hand is on your dick?”
“No,” I growl, my fingers biting into her side. With hardly any effort, I flip our positions. Indy’s back hits her black moon and star patterned duvet cover, and I straddle her waist. “What I want is to do this right. I like you, Indy. I don’t want to just hook up with you. Especially not with Dylan asleep in the next room and your damn parents down the hall.”
“It’s fine.” She pushes up, connecting our mouths again and licks my bottom lip. “Just fuck me, Gareth. We can be quiet.Please.”
Rearing back, my brows furrow as I stare down at her in disbelief. “Is that all you want? For me to fuck you?”
Is there not more between us? All the times we’ve locked eyes across the room. Theaccidentaltouches. Passing notes in class even though the guys on the team gave me hell for it.
