Page 17 of Endgame

“Well, that’s too fucking bad,” I shot back, uncaring. You’d think all the damn double sessions we’d been doing in preparation for the new season would have helped me work my frustrations out, but nope. I was burning with furious energy.

“You’re just all riled up because you’ve got a hard on for those thick hips.” My frown deepened and Daryl’s smile widened. “I’m right, aint I?” He threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Step sissy’s got an ass you wanna tap.”

“Don’t,” I warned “go there.” I was having a hard-enough time trying to block the memory of Six’s body from my mind. She had a figure that was built for cruel intentions. She looked like the sort of girl a guy lost his mind over. A dangerous fucking female with a beautiful face and even more beautiful body. Bad fucking combination…

“Hey, man. I ain’t judging you.” Daryl held his hands up in retreat. “I saw her too; almost naked in the swimming pool, remember? Lord havemercyon that ass!”

He was right about that.

Six had one hell of an ass. Fuck me, the memory of her tits spilling out of her bra, that tiny waist and thick hips, not to mention the long, glossy black hair, still haunted me.

“I don’t need this shit, D!” I snarled, heart hammering against my ribcage. My rage was swallowing me up. “I’m so fucking done this time, man.”

So what if the girl was good looking and so fucking what if she was curved like a dream? I still hated her and all she represented to my family.

“Fuck!” I roared, throwing my head back in pure anger. “He’s no kind of father,” I snarled, biting out the words. “If he gave a shit, he wouldn’t go thereagain.”

“You don’t really believe that, man,” Daryl shot back calmly. “Hell, I know all about parents being assholes and hating their children, but Gabe not caring about you and Amelia?” Daryl shook his head. “Nah, dude. That’s bull crap and you know it.”

Breathless, I shook my wrists out before walking over to the worn leather couch shoved against the far wall of the garage and sank down. “I’m so fucking done.” With all of it. Every little fucking aspect of my life. “It’s the same bullshit repeating itself over and fucking over.”

“It’s not the same this time,” Daryl offered as he came and sat beside me. “What happened before?” He turned and stared into my eyes. “It’s nothing like that. She’s just a girl, dude.”

“I don’t care,” I replied angrily, accepting the bottle of Gatorade he was offering me. I didn’t care if Six was just a girl. She didn’t need to be in my house. Her mother didn’t need to be there either. “I want themgone.”

Daryl laughed. “That’s gonna be hard now that your step momma’s pregnant.”

“That house is mine, D,mine,” I hissed through clenched teeth before taking another slug from my bottle. “After all the shit last year, Dad thinks he’s gonna pull this crap on me and Millie again?” I shook my head in disgust. “Nah, man. I don’t fucking think so.”

“Focus on the game, Rourke,” Daryl ordered, tone suddenly serious. “Concentrate on getting to state and ignore the girl.”

“Easy for you to say,” I shot back angrily. “You’re not the one that has to sleep in the goddamn room next to hers.”

“What got into you last night anyway?” Daryl asked, curious. “I’ve known you my whole life, man, and I ain’t never seen you lose it with a female like you lost it with her.”

“You know what got into me.” I took another sip of my Gatorade and blocked out the petrified feeling that had consumed me when I realized that Six had been in my room.In my fucking drawer.“Crazy bitch stole my condoms.”

“You sure that’s all it was?”

“Tell me how you’d have reacted if you had Brittany Beckitt buck ass naked on your bed waiting for your dick and some stupid girl stole your stash of rubbers?” I asked, lying through my teeth. I didn’t care about Brittany’s pussy. Not anymore. I cared about my privacy. I cared about my fucking journal. Exhaling a deep breath, I twisted my neck from side to side.

“I would have thanked Jesus and kissed the girl’s feet,” Daryl shot back with a crooked grin. “Britt’s a nasty bitch, man. You know it. I know it. Hell, the whole damn town knows it.”

“You don’t know anything about it, D.” Britt and I weren’t a couple like we’d been in the past, but that didn’t mean I was going to sit around and listen to Daryl talk shit about her. Hell, I was still in her pants most weekends. Way I saw it, I’d be a poor fucking excuse if I sat around bitching about the girl I was sleeping with.

“Girl done you wrong,” Daryl argued. “More than once. You need to cut her loose. For once and for all.”

Yeah, Daryl was probably right about that, but it was easier said than done. Britt was familiar and safe and I’d loved her once. It was hard to walk away from your first everything. That’s what Brittany Beckitt represented to me; my first fucking everything. There’d been a time when I’d genuinely believed she would be my only everything. Of course, that was before she crushed my heart, but still.

“Maybe you should just go on and get it over with.”

“Get what over with?”

“Banging your stepsister,” Daryl shot back with a snicker. “All that pent up sexual frustration ain’t good for a guy’s game, you know.”

“Don’t,” I warned, blocking out the image of that fucking girl’s body. Goddamn Six. She messed with my head. One damn dinner, and I couldn’t get her feisty little attitude out of my head.

“Fine.” Daryl threw his hands up. “If you’re not interested in tapping that ass, then step aside and let the master get to work.” Grinning, he waggled his brows. “I’ve got something between my legs that will help that stepsister of yours work out her anger.”

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