The Deal Dilemma Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
<<<<526270717273748292>153
Advertisement


Memphis knew, it’s why he held her so close… so he could keep her for himself. He knew when Davis loved and cared for someone, that person trumped all. Always, no matter what, and he wanted to make sure her loyalty lay with him, so he could call on it when he needed.

And he did, one too many times. He was selfish like that.

She didn’t know this, but he saw me give her her first kiss. It was the summer before her senior year. She was at the boardwalk with her friends, and she had no one to ride the Ferris wheel with because her friends had paired up. I said fuck the Ferris wheel and took her into the haunted house cart ride. The night before she’d asked me to kiss her, but I’d laughed it off and left.

Didn’t sleep for shit that night, so when she gripped my arm, tucking her little head into my chest, like she’s tucked right now, I gripped her chin. Big, fearful brown eyes found mine, and I couldn’t help it. I was angrier, lonelier, and more broken down on that visit home, and couldn’t hold back any longer, so I pressed my lips to hers.

The girl melted against me, fit right into the curves of my body. I was drunk on Davis, ready to back out of the bullshit waiting for me and force Memphis to find a way to fix his own fucking problems instead of using me to do it for him. I’d stay behind and wait for her to be old enough to be mine, but then we climbed off the ride, and when I glanced back at the carts behind ours, I spotted Memphis in the last one. Alone.

He looked right at me but said nothing. I knew without a word, if I stayed, he would too, we’d be bringing trouble to their doorstep. I wasn’t about to allow him to drag her into the dirt like he did me, and he would have.

Memphis never said a word about that day, but I didn’t expect him to. He simply wanted me to know he knew, so he could dangle something else over my head when I threatened to walk away. I hated him long before that day, and he knew it, like I knew if their parents found out I kissed Davis, I wouldn’t be welcomed back into the house that became my home with the same amount of trust I’d earned in my time there.

I was their foster son, and they loved me, but Davis was their daughter.

Not that it mattered, I never did go back after that.

But that was then, and this is now, and Davis is grown. Grown and in my bed.

I can’t stop replaying last night. Over and fucking over.

And over.

How she rode me with our clothes still on, how she did what I told her and let her body lead. The feel of her lips on mine, the sweet sting of her tongue and teeth on my skin. Testing. Tasting.

If I didn’t know her to her core, I might call her a liar. Innocent and untouched, the girl who slid my fingers beneath her dress and was eager to pull my cock into her mouth? No fucking way, right?

Wrong.

So fucking wrong.

She’s brazen, but I’ve seen the way she gets with other males’ attention, be it the dude from the diner, or even how she was with Julius the first day.

When it comes to men, she’s either subconsciously uninterested, anxious, or unsure.

Not with me.

With me, she’s eager, excited.

Comfortable?

A small frown builds across my face.

Is that what brought her to me, a sense of comfort?

“Your hand stopped moving.”

Her sleepy rasp pulls me from my thoughts, and I look down to where my hand rests on the curvy swell of her hip, frozen in the spot where her sleep shorts meet the skin of her upper thigh.

“How long you been lyin’ there awake?” My fingers continue grazing the area, up and down, up and down.

Davis shrugs against me. “Approximately thirty-seven strokes ago, give or take a few.”

“Were you hoping I’d slide a little farther, my little number nerd?” I tease, my lips hooked up as I do just that, pressing my fingers into the dip between her thigh and panties.

“No.”

My muscles freeze. “No.” I push up on one elbow, leaning over a bit to try and get a good view of her face. “No?”

She shakes her head, giggling when I jump up, swing my leg over and pin her to the mattress.

I cock my head, frowning at her. “I’m not seeing what’s funny.”

Her lips press into a tight line, the little brat’s trying to fight a grin.

“Davis.”

“Crew…”

I glare, and she laughs, her big brown eyes roaming along my features.

“You’re cute when you’re confused,” she whispers with a smile so soft, the tension wrapping around my shoulders eases.


Advertisement

<<<<526270717273748292>153

Advertisement