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He snickers, reaching for my face. I stiffen as his knuckles brush against my cheek. “You wouldn’t, would you.”

His gaze drops, tracing a dangerous path down my neck, along my collarbone, to the swell of my breasts, the peak of my nipple visible through my shirt. He savors the moment, then slides his hand beneath my shirt, ignoring my belt as he moves upward toward my bare breasts, and my body goes wholly still.

“He kissed me,” I whisper before he can go any further, and his hand freezes.

He smiles. “What else?” His hand slides higher, closer. The heat between my legs intensifies, and my body stiffens. My back arches into him like I have no control over myself.

“Nothing else.” I plead with my eyes for him to stop. “We kissed. That’s all we’ve done.”

He moves his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “Like this?”

God, help me.

His lips find mine, soft and gentle. My body tenses for a moment before he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, and everything relaxes.

I move my hand to his abdomen as he lies beside me, keeping his lips tethered to mine. We stay like this for a few moments, and I nibble on him, exploring his mouth with mine, tasting him. The experience is still so raw, so different.

I’m kissing Remy…

He pulls his lips off mine, and I’m acutely aware of the space between us. It’s empty and cold…

“Tommy had her first,” he says, and my eyes flicker up to him. He reaches down and moves his hand up my thigh, smooth like whipped butter. “He slid his hand up her leg, like this.”

My lips part, and he moves his hand over my stomach. My heart is already pulsing, and beating so steadily, but his touch makes it pound. “Then what happened?” I ask in a breathy moan.

He slides his hand to my breast, his skin soft and tender over my bare nipple. “He touched her here.” The contact puts my body into an inferno, and I let out a tiny squeaky noise I don’t recognize. He removes his hand, but the damage is already done. The pulsing need hits me like a ton of bricks, throbbing so hard it hurts.

He moves his lips to my neck, and I tilt my head, letting him in. I want more…I need more. “Then what?” I ask him as everything starts to go blurry.

“He slid his dick inside her while leaning over her. He gripped her waist while she gripped the tree, splitting her apart like Moses. And I fucked her right after. She might not have even realized the difference, but she moaned louder with me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I hadn’t asked. “Remy…” He kisses me again. This time with more hunger, and all the sweet release I’ve been craving bundles up in my belly in one hard knot. I push him away, but it’s a pathetic attempt, and the heat continues to build before my body throbs in a way I don’t recognize.

“Stop,” I whisper against his lips, but it’s too late. My body convulses with immense pleasure, and my entire body releases.

He pulls his hands off my breast but keeps his lips close to mine and smiles. “Any more questions?”

What the hell did he just do to me?

My hand finds my cross, and I give a silent prayer as tears sting my eyes from what I just let happen. “Why are you and Tommy doing this to me?”

His voice hardens as he squeezes my upper thigh. “Because Tommy and I run this damn town, little lamb—you might want to remember that.”

TOMMY

My palms are sweaty as I push the FreshMart door open. The bell jingles, and dust falls over the door as I walk in.

I don’t see Didi, but I can hear Mrs. Holly yelling at her, so I bet she’s here. Mrs. Holly stops as soon as she sees me and softens, her sour lips smiling at me.

“You wanna tell your girlfriend to quit being so clumsy?” she says, walking toward the counter. “She keeps breaking my jars.”

My girlfriend. A guy could only wish. I haven’t spoken to her since lunch the other day. Coach had me training so hard for track, I didn’t have time to meet her at lunch, and she looked like she was about to cry the entire math class.

“Sorry, Mrs. Holly,” I say, throwing a fiver on the till. That should shut the bitch up and give her the hint I’m not in the mood for her to interfere.

I miss Didi so badly, and every time we take a step forward, it feels like we take a step back. There hasn’t been a single moment this girl hasn’t been on my mind—something my dick reminds me of every math class when I watch her. I need her to trust me enough to tell me what the hell is going on with her, and to let me see what she’s hiding under her clothes.

Even though I’ve staked my claim, I see the way Remy watches her, too. I need to get to her before he does. I don’t trust him now that I realize what he has to gain. Hell, I’m starting to not trust anyone, including myself.