Page 4 of Desert Rose

“Nothing?” I gasp. “It was everything.” But he can’t hear me. No one does.

“Regan? What the fuck?”

Robin marches up the cliff holding two hard lemonades in her hands. She looks off in the distance at the couple fighting. I pull my tank over my head and fix my jeans. “Did you….?”

“No. we just messed around.”

She sucks in a breath. “Your brother is going to kill you.”

I shrug. “He barely touched me,” I lie. He touched my soul. Somehow with his fucking magic hands, lips, and those fucked up beautiful eyes.

“Who is she?” My nails dig into my palms as I watch him plead with the girl he caught up to.

“Mandy. I thought you’d gather that since you just made out with Edge, the guy she was fucking all summer while your brother pined for her.”

“I never gave him my name or asked his.”

“Slut!” She giggles, handing me a drink. “Leave it alone. He’ll always want her since your brother does. Scorpions and Bastards will always war over shit. You know that.”

I still feel the invisible marks from where his rough hands were between my thighs. My senses still sing from the aftermath of his touch.

“He’ll be mine.”

Robin shakes her head. ‘Have you seen her? She’s perfect. A living doll. Flawless. But a complete selfish bitch if you ask me. She has them all fooled with her wide, dark eyes and full lashes that she bats at them. She’s their age. Their level. Shit, Reagan we’re barely out of training bras.”

I stare out into the night, with a sinking feeling I just drove that scheming bitch right back into my brother’s arms while still tasting the other man who burns for her. I bite my lip, remembering how he took my whole buds between his lips. I’m not done growing and I know it.

“I can wait. One thing I’ve always had is patience.” My eyes follow them, something shifts in my soul. The vow I made to myself roots deep. Nothing? I’ll show him. One day…. For now, I’ll plot. Think. How to get that girl away from the both of them.

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“Racing to get the mail again? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re writing love letters.”

I roll my eyes, “To Robin? Wait, you’d probably love that if I was into chicks, you’d stop worrying about every swinging dick near me.”

Tarak, shakes his head as he takes a pull from his beer. It’s been six months since the summer solstice. The torture comes at night when I swear, I still feel his touch. I lie in my bed, alone, shut my eyes and try to mimic on my own the magic of what he did to me. It takes the edge off (pun intended) but it’s not even close to feeling the same.

Tarak’s been fighting with Mandy. They’re on, they’re off. Mandy has been gathering intel, paying a few of her own eyes to spy on Mandy. She’s been paying visits to Edge. Meeting him places she thinks have no eyes.

“Bing-the-fuck-O.” Robin came through, in my hands are a stack of 4x6 photos of Mandy and Edge. Starring into each other’s eyes. Naked and twisted in sheets. The punch to my stomach feels real as I stare at them. “He’s mine, bitch. The two of you just don’t know it yet.”

I look up to where my brother whistles happily while working on his truck. He doesn’t deserve this. Neither does Edge. She is fucking with both their heads. I take the pictures back to my room, slipping them in an unmarked envelope, then knock on the VP’s door.

“Regan?”

I bite my lip, let my chin quiver. I’m quite the actress. I never pretended to be a good girl. I’m a viper, just like he said.

“Hey, Griff…. I ah… I ah…. Don’t know what to do. I found this while checking the mail…. It was open and not addressed to anyone….” He takes the bomb from my trembling hands.

His eyes raise as he scans the photos. “Fuck….”

“I know.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks.”

I slip back into my room, opening he window…. “He’s dead! I’m going to fucking kill him!” Tarak heaves lawn furniture, throws over the picnic table then I

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