Page 28 of Hexed
I grin. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are, princess?”
“You have nothing to worry about with him, you know that, right? He’s vermin. Literally the town’s drug dealer since we were kids. I wouldneverstoop so low.”
She smiles lazily, and something about it makes my stomach turn, so I grip her hips tighter and lift her off me, flipping her around until she’s face down and ass up.
Much better.
I spend the rest of the night buried balls deep inside her, but it’s the vision of her cousin underneath me that has me coming so hard, I black out from the pleasure.
The next morning, I’m at the Grotto, a well-known bed-and-breakfast two miles down the road from the Kingston estate.
Like everything else in Atlantic Cove, it’s not to my liking.
It’s too flowery.
Too bright.
Too…sunshiny.
Right now, I’m sitting in a quaint kitchen off the main living area, watching the owner, Betty, dance around and pamper Scotty like he’s her long-lost son.
There’s no one else staying here. I paid a pretty penny to ensure it. There’s a forest-green door off the kitchen that opens to a small paved patio with white metal chairs circling a round table, a strip of ocean just beyond. If I were someone who liked to relax by hearing birds chirp and bees buzz, I’d probably find it soothing.
But I’m not.
The level of calm here makes me uncomfortable, like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Scotty, however, has made himself right at home.
Betty plops down a steaming plate of biscuits and gravy in front of him, and Scotty, the fucking kiss ass, beams at her like she hung the moon.
“So, Betty, what’s the news today?” he asks, shoveling a giant bite of food into his mouth.
I flip down the corner of theAtlantic Cove GazetteI’m skimming. “Aye, don’t talk with your mouth full.”
He grins at me, his cheeks bulging.
“Now, why would I know that?” Betty drawls.
“Ah, come on, Betty Boop, don’t be shy just because E’s here. He’s my guy. You can trust him.” Scotty takes another bite and then chugs a bit of orange juice. “Everyone excited about the big engagement party?”
Betty swipes a strand of curly gray hair from her forehead. “Trent Kingston’s prodigal daughter come home at last? Of course. It’s the talk of the town.”
“Interesting.” Scotty elongates the word like it’s a song. “You really picked a popular princess, huh, Cuz?”
I roll my eyes. “Eat your food.”
“Hey, how come she left here anyway?” he asks.
I shrug and look over at Betty because fuck if I know why. Aria told me once she didn’t like it here, and I never thought to push for more. Never really cared, if I’m being honest.
Betty raises a thick brow at me and then shakes her head. “Now, I would never talk about a neighbor.” She throws a blue towel over her shoulder and picks up a fresh pot of coffee to fill up mine first and then pour a cup for herself. “But when I was younger, I used to enjoy sitting out front and watching the sunrise with a fresh mug of caffeine.” Betty sighs and leans against the counter. “Nothing like watching the world wake up, you know? And sometimes, in those early mornings, I’d see things.”
Scotty leans in, enraptured by Betty’s tale. I flip a page of the newspaper, pretending I’m not listening.
“What things?” he asks.
“Aria had a habit of sneaking out, and I’d see thatrat…Fisher Engle? That boy was no good from the beginning. No parents around to keep him in line. He’d drop her off right at the corner in that Chevelle of his, and she’d slip out with flushed cheeks and messy hair, running up the road back to her place.”
