Untouchable(2)

I need to stop thinking about fucking her. It can never happen again.

Her eyes work their way back up to mine and a look of disgust flashes across her face as she tries and fails miserably to not let me know she likes what she sees, just as much as I love the image of her standing before me, fuming. Nothing is hotter than fucking a pissed-off chick. They go all out, trying to punish your dick while they take every ounce of pleasure it has to give.

Shit. Now I’m getting hard again. I need to get away from her. Away from the temptation that is Raven. The little devil on my shoulder is telling me to kiss that scowl off of her lips and fuck her until she forgets what the hell she was even pissed about in the first place. I’m trying really hard to stay pissed off at her and ignore that little imp trying to steer me onto the path I know I can’t take.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to go to sleep, seeing that I have to fly back to Long Beach in a few hours,” she spits at me as she narrows her eyes, throwing daggers at me with her fiery gaze.

“Go to sleep, princess. The faster you’re out of this damn house, the better. I don’t need a cock-blocking bitch fucking with my life, just because she’s pissed off I fucked her once and moved on. Sorry to break it to ya, but that’s the way I’m hardwired, Spitfire. I fuck and move on. That ain’t ever gonna change.” She flinches at the anger in my words. I’m being harsh, but it’s what needs to be done. Plus, she needs to know what she pulled tonight is unacceptable. Now, thanks to her, I have to go jerk off in the shower to relieve the throbbing in my balls.

Shaking her head, she lets out a sinister laugh. “You’re so full of yourself. I couldn’t care less who you stick your dick in. I just don’t want to have to listen to it. And I’m not the least bit pissed off that you moved onto the next girl, because you were always a onetime thing for me, you arrogant jackass! If it wasn’t for Tessa betting me that I couldn’t fuck you before I went back to Long Beach, you and I never would’ve happened!”

“What the fuck did you just say? You and your friend made a bet? What was the prize if you banged the stepbrother, Raven?” She did not just say she made a fucking bet. What the fuck is happening right now?

A look of horror flashes in Raven’s eyes as she brings her hands to her face, hiding it from me before wrapping her arms around herself. Her eyes drop to the floor as she chooses to stare at her feet rather than look me in the eyes and tell me what the fuck she and Tessa were thinking. This is something I’d expect from my immature, horny-ass friends, not Raven.

“She has to buy me coffee for the next month. But I told her I didn’t want it, because I felt bad afterwards for making the bet in the first place. When we made the stupid wager, I thought I hated you—hell, I did hate you! But then we spent time together and I saw there was more to you than I knew before. Then I got home tonight and heard you with that girl, and I was so furious with you that I told her I would take the Starbucks gift card, because it changed nothing for you. So why should I allow it to change anything for me?”

I can’t be around her, because in about five more seconds, I’ll have my fist through her bedroom wall. I run my fingers through my hair as I try to wrap my head around what the fuck I’m hearing.

I back slowly out of the room as I keep my heated gaze focused on her. I don’t even recognize the person I’m looking at. I thought the pull between the two of us was legit. She was feeling the same thing I was. Now, to know it was all a fucking act just to win some goddamn coffee…

“Un-fucking-believable. I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” I confess, in shock as I enter the hallway.

She stares at me, with her mouth twitching to speak, but she says nothing. Instead, she walks toward me, and for a second, I think she’s going to try and talk her way out of this shit, but instead, she shuts her door in my face.

What the ever-loving fuck just happened?!





Three Months Later



It’s been three months since Raven went back to college. When she first left San Francisco, I was so livid I could barely see straight. She had tried to pull me aside before she headed to the airport, but I had nothing to say to her, and there was nothing she could say to change how I was feeling.

I’m me.

Always.

I don’t ever pretend to be anyone but myself. What you see is what you get. But with Raven, I revealed more of myself to her, more than I’ve shown anyone, because I thought she was being genuine with me.

Finding out she was flirting with me the entire time because of some stupid fucking wager…there’s no words to describe how hurt and pissed off I was.

Ever since I found out about ‘the bet’, I’ve found myself dissecting every moment with her, trying to figure out if it was all an act or if what I felt between us was truly genuine.

I’m still shocked she fucked me for a goddamn Starbucks gift card. Even with three months passing by since it all blew up between us, I’m still finding it hard to wrap my head around it all.

I never in a million years thought she’d do something like that. I’d be a fucking liar if I said I’ve never had one of my friends pull the same shit Tessa and Raven did.

My buddies and I have made enough bets in our lifetime that I get it. I really do. Sure, it’s funny to say, ‘I bet you could never get that chick to come home with you’, and then watch your friend flirt his ass off in an attempt to prove us wrong.

The only difference between what we do and what Raven did is we do it to total strangers, chicks we will never see again. We’d never do it to anyone we personally know in our circle of friends.

Sure, you really can’t categorize Raven and me as friends. We are and always have been more like acquaintances. We’d seen each other around at school, parties, and other places throughout the years, but we’ve never actually been someplace together.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t notice her though. Fuck. I noticed her out of everyone in all of San Francisco.

Anyone who doesn’t notice how beyond fucking gorgeous she is, like she is in my eyes, is blind as a goddamn bat.

I was too busy whoring it up in high school to pursue her though. Plus, I knew Raven was one of those ‘good girls’. You know the type I’m talking about, the kind of girl you date and bring home to meet your parents. Not a girl you fucked, and then slipped out before the sun rises. So she was always way off my radar when it came to finding my next lay.

It had been a few years since I had seen her, when our parents suddenly got together and introduced us to one another one night over dinner.

As soon as I saw her, that all-consuming feeling to have her began to devour me again, but this time, things were different. She was now untouchable, because she was my dad’s girlfriend’s daughter.

There was no way I’d cross that line…ever.

Or so I thought.

I tried to keep my distance from her, so I wouldn’t allow my dick to overpower my rational thinking.

Of course, that didn’t go over too well.

Thankfully for me, I spent most of my time in Sacramento with my mom, and Raven was away at college, so avoiding her had been easy. Plus, whenever I was forced to be around her, I tried my hardest to be the cocky, arrogant, jerk who she and her friends couldn’t stand to be around. It worked, because she avoided me at all costs whenever we had to be in the same place as one another. That is, until spring break.

Everything changed so fast I didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late.

Now, I find myself standing here on the golf course, where I took her only three months ago for one of the best days of my life, and find myself doing nothing but thinking about her.

I’ve tried for three very long months to forget about Raven. It worked at first, because I was so fucking angry with her that I was able to easily distract myself with working here at the golf course, trying to get myself ready to get into the PGA with my dad.

Then there has been an endless flow of women. All beautiful and crazy in bed—but none of them are Raven. No matter how long and hard I fuck each and every one of them, it’s not enough to get her out of my head. Every time I cum, it’s her I see. It’s driving me crazy.

I thought over time I’d slowly forget about her and move on with my life, but every day I find myself missing her laughter, and that spitfire mouth of hers. No one gets under my skin the way she does, or turns me on the way she can without even trying.

The fucked up part is our parents are getting married in less than a week. That alone should be like a bucket of cold ice poured straight onto my dick…but nope, I still can’t shake her.

We can never be together. The thought alone is ludicrous. But still, I can’t get the thought of being with her out of my head. Now, with her flying into San Francisco in a week, it’s going to be even harder to try to ignore the pull I have toward her. The anger over what she did is still there, but the desire to have her again is overpowering that.

That’s the thing with me. I can hate her, but still enjoy fucking her brains out for hours.

I’m completely fucked.

The only good thing going for us this time around is she’s staying at her father’s until we fly down to Napa Valley for the wedding. That’ll help keep a safe distance between us, especially since we won’t have her house to ourselves this time. That’s all we need is our parents figuring out what happened between us. Shit would hit the fucking fan if that ever came to light.