Page 84 of Endgame

“Six has a dick in her drawer.”

I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to inflict harm on his sculpted body almost as much as I wanted to jump on it.

Rourke turned and smiled innocently at them both. “She gets off with it at night and screams my name while using it.”

“Bastard,” I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. “He’s lying!”

“No,” Rourke laughed, holding me back from my attempt to pummel him. “I’m not. She sleeps in the room next to mine and keeps me up all night moaning my name.”

“Dude!” Daryl threw his head back and roared laughing.

“I’m sorry, Mercy,” Molly covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hide the sound of her obvious laughter.

Ugh.Screw this.Shoving my chair back, I climbed to my feet and made to storm off, only to think better of it. Turning around, I walked back to where Rourke was still sitting, laughing his ass off at my expense.

Cupping the side of his neck with my hand, I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “Laugh all you want, but Rourke Jr.? Yeah, he makes me scream in ways younevercould.”

Rourke’s eyes narrowed and I gleamed in silent victory.

Take that fucker.

Rourke

“ROURKE JR.? YEAH, he makes me scream in ways you never could.”

I watched with my jaw hanging open as Six sauntered out of the lunch room, flipping me the bird on her way.

Was my stepsister trying to ruin me?

If she was, then it was working.

I was, without doubt, a fucking mess.

My eyes followed her until she was out of sight and even then, I stared at the door she had walked through like an idiot.

She was fucking beautiful.

I shouldn’t have made the rubber dick joke in front of the others, but her reaction? The way Six fucked me over just there? I was impressed and painfully turned on. God, I needed in her so damn bad.

“And that, little Molly, is how you sink Rourke Owens!” Daryl snickered, thoroughly enjoying the floorshow Six and I had just given him.

Turning my attention back to him, I narrowed my eyes in warning. “Don’t go there, D.”

Daryl threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so fucking screwed, Rourke.”

No, Iwasn’t. “Shut the hell up,” I muttered through clenched teeth.

“Wait – do youlikeMercedes?” Molly squeaked excitedly.

“No,” I replied at the same time Daryl said, “Yes!”

“Dude,” I snapped, feeling flustered. “Shut the fuck up.”

Daryl raised his hands in defense. “The sooner you accept it, the sooner you’ll be back to your old self on the field.”

He was right about that.

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