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She spreads her legs and I lick the bit of jelly right on her folds. I can’t help but raise my eyes to watch her as a soft moan escapes her, and she arches her hips, pressing her pussy right into my face. She tastes amazing, so I lick a bit more and her eyes stay closed. Her juices are already pumped up from when Maison fucked her earlier.

I sit up and take a step back, pretending that wasn’t the most amazing pussy I’ve ever tasted. “Done. Can I go to bed now?”

She shakes her head, her eyes flashing with fury. “Screw you, Micah. You don’t get to fuck me without permission, then reject me when I actually want it. It doesn’t work that way.”

I press my arms around her and place them on the island. “That night was a mistake, and you have a boyfriend, as I’ve said before.”

A vicious smile forms on her lips. “So, you don’t deny it?”

My face remains neutral, but my heartbeat pulses through my body.

The thrill—it reminds me I’m alive, and I haven’t had this feeling in a long, long time. Other than when I’m playing hockey, I never feel this way anymore. It’s been forever since a girl turned me on this much.

But still—this is all sorts of fucked up.

“Why are you doing this to us?” I ask her. “Maison is a good guy, even if I’m not. It was my idea to fuck you that night. But why mess with what you could have with him?”

She doesn’t need to know it was his idea. I’d rather be the villain.

She slides the jersey up her thigh again, and she shakes her head. “We both know Maison’s already cheated on me, Micah. I’m not stupid. Plus, he told me he needed space tonight.”

Was that before or after he fucked her?

She can’t have him, so she’s coming for me. Or was I always the target? First Fitzgerald breaks up with her, then she mysteriously shows up at one of our parties and zeros in on us.

Olivia Taylor is not an innocent little fucking girl. She’s targeting us—this needs to fucking end. Chicks like this can ruin the lives of guys like me, especially given what shithole of a town she’s from and that beater car she drives.

Maison’s too innocent for a girl like her—he’s simple, with simple needs. He should find a wholesome girl like Serena, who believes being naughty means going to parties and flaunting herself while swimming. Olivia is far from the basic girls in New Ocean.

Olivia is another level of crazy.

She kisses me, her soft lips touch mine, and I don’t pull away. I’ve wanted this—couldn’t stop thinking about the first time we kissed. This time I don’t pretend I’m someone else, and I kiss her back with fury. I slide my tongue into her mouth like she’s mine. I sweep my hands right up her body, feeling her smooth skin under the jersey, and I grab hold of her waist. My fingers find her breasts and I squeeze her hard nipples and flick them, and her whole body shudders.

“I want the best, Micah,” she moans as she reaches her hand down and grabs my pulsing dick. “And you’re the best hockey player I’ve ever seen, better than Fitzgerald and better than Maison.”

I step back and pretend I don’t want her, but my fucking dick is betraying me right now. Plus, I wasn’t expecting this. I need a feisty girl in the bedroom, and she is playing all the right cards. No one would believe her anyway if she tells anyone what Maison and I did. Not with how fucking willing she is right now. Anyone walking in now would see her legs around me.

I grab her by the hips and press myself into her. Our tongues and teeth mash together as she squeezes tighter.

“You want me?” I ask her, a voice rough. “You want me to fuck you, Olivia?”

I need her to respond yes. No fucking games.

“Yes, Micah,” she moans.

The exact name I need to hear.

Maison’s snores are carrying through the whole house. I’m not sure how he’d feel about this right now, but he’s fucking around on her—and he already let me fuck her once. But he also told me not to, like he knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I know I’m breaking our twin code; we don’t mess around on each other’s girls, but right now I don’t fucking care.

She kisses my neck and face as I lift her up. “Not here,” I whisper.

I carry her down the hall and into my bedroom. I purposely moved my bedroom last year far away from my brother’s. I couldn’t stand hearing the chicks’ moans when he’d sneak them inside the house.

As we walk, she keeps herself wrapped around me the whole time, licking and kissing me, unfazed by the sweat on my neck from my heavy workout. When we get to my bedroom, I throw her on the bed, and she reaches to pull off the jersey she still has on.

I reach to stop her. “Keep it on,” I tell her. “If we’re doing this, I want to see my number while I fuck you. Got it?”