Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy 1)

She really shouldn’t.

I got to Doyle’s Cock, and Sloane sat on a picnic table beside it. She had her phone in her lap, the light from it contouring the soft shape of her face. My Audi lights flooded the grass in front of her, and she lifted her head, all that dark hair sliding off her shoulder when she stood up.

This girl was a goddamn goddess from he

r little shirts that hugged her perfect tits to the shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. She had these dark nipples that I loved too, like chocolate fucking kisses.

But then she fucking looked at you.

Borderline knocked me out more than once, and I was man enough to admit that too. I had no place in my life for Noa Sloane.

Yet, here she was.

She strode over to me in her high-top tennis shoes, eye level to eye level with me when she got there. I still couldn’t get over how tall this girl was. I had a good half a foot on her, but it was rare I actually stared into a girl’s eyes without looking down at her. Sloane stood toe to toe with me.

She always had.

“Hi.” She said this timidly. Not like herself at all.

But then again, last time you saw her you fucked her and she made you come like a goddamn virgin.

This girl continued to be a complete head fuck, and as she showed me her phone, her skin smelling all sweet and shit like cookies, I tried to focus on what she was showing me.

“Find My Phone says he’s here,” she said, long dark lashes flowing at me. She gazed around. “I just don’t know why.”

“He won’t pick up his phone?” I typed his number, calling him. Her phone app wasn’t saying much. Just had a dot on Murphy Park.

The number went right to voicemail, no ring at all.

“Just voicemail.” She turned, confirming what she’d obviously gotten too. She messed with her hair. “I’m trying not to worry.”

She was, her face flushed and cheeks rosy. How was it this girl had not a stitch of makeup on and managed to look like a complete fucking wet dream?

Focus.

I wasn’t acting like myself either, coming out here and shit.

Mentally, I blamed that on my last few days. I pocketed my phone. “Come on.”

“Where we going?” she asked, but she followed.

“Obviously, to look for him.” I turned around. “You don’t want the help?”

I was being an asshole because I was an asshole.

She noticed.

Her eyes narrowed into hard slits, her nostrils flaring. “Don’t pretend like you want to help or anything.”

“I won’t,” I stated. Though, I was doing the exact opposite.

She must have wanted the help because she followed along with me. I got to watch her little ass cheeks as we delved deeper into the park, using nothing but our cell phones and the park lights for guidance. The park’s lights were few and far between, though. We were pretty much in the dark out here.

“Any reason why my brother would come out here?” she asked me. “After all, you and your boys are his new besties, right?”

Hardly. I smirked. “I think we both know why I was hanging out with your brother.”

I’d done it to get to her, point blank. Me hanging with Bru pissed her off and was completely intentional.