“Why the hell are you following me, Jules?” I snapped back at her.
She glared in my direction, and something in me snapped. I grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her back into the brick wall outside the bar. Her breathing was ragged, and her mouth parted slightly at my movements. My body was pressed up against her lower half, and I never let her shoulders go. I held on for dear life as I stared down at those perfect pink lips, and I kicked myself for not diving straight in.
“You just up and left without explanation.”
I leaned forward into her, got dangerously close. Everything in her awakened at the movement.
“You don’t want to go out with me,” I said. “You don’t want to have anything to do with me. You abandoned me on the top of the canyon a week ago and said that all we did was argue. So, if you don’t want this, then leave me the fuck alone.”
“Excuse me for trying to find out why you’re not getting a job I think you deserve,” she spat in my face. “I guess I was wrong.”
“What I deserve has never mattered to anyone.”
She searched my face. I didn’t know what she hoped to find. All I was feeling right now was rage. Yet my dick twitched at her nearness, and I knew that she noticed. Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind unleashing all my pent-up energy on her. I could fuck her in this alleyway. We both wanted it. We were both holding back. Hanging on the edge by a thread.
“Oh, I’ve missed that look,” I said, pushing her even though I knew I shouldn’t.
“What look?” Her voice was breathy and her eyes unfocused as my hands slid down from her shoulders to her waist.
“The one begging me to fuck you.” I moved my mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, Jules?”
She whimpered softly as I thrust my hips harder against her.
“No,” she managed to get out.
She hesitated. “No.”
“That’s right. I know you do.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” she whispered.
“I know that your body is craving mine, like an addict in need of her next fix.”
I spent six weeks screwing Austin Wright’s brains out and all I got was this broken heart.
He can’t be trusted. Not with my body or my heart. Yet, two years have passed and I still crave him like an addict needing a fix.
The last time we tried this, it nearly ruined me. I know I should run and never look back. But his dark haunted eyes and razor blade smile speak to my soul. His touch sets my body on fire. And we all know what happens when you light gasoline. Someone is bound to get burned.
A second chance might destroy us both.
Because everyone knows two wrongs don’t make a Wright.
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