Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“Kass, wait. Let me take you home, you can’t drive like this. You’re too emotional.”

I ignore him, dropping into my passenger seat and locking the doors before he can drag my ass out like the overprotective brother he is. I reverse out of my parking spot, Kendrick’s words haunting me as I drive away.

He was your hero.

He’s right.

He was my hero.

Until the mask came off and I realized heroes are just villains successfully hiding their sins.

Will

“I knew you’d come back.” Callie’s chuckle rubs me the wrong way. When did her laugh become so fucking annoying? Lying on her bed, I watch as she locks her bedroom door, stripping off her dress and revealing dark red lingerie.

She looks at me with that pout that used to turn me on. See anything wrong with that sentence? Used to. That’s what’s wrong. God, I’m so fucking bored. Bored with the way she moves, the way her tits bounce as she crawls to me on all fours. Where’s the adrenaline? Where’s the itch to toss her panties to the side and jam myself inside her? I want more.

I want my dick to strain in need.

I want something that’s not happening right now. Kneeling by my side, she grips me through my pants, leaning forward for a kiss I deny her so fast even I’m surprised.

“No kissing,” I growl, reminding her of my only rule.

“Why not?” She pouts some more. “We did before.”

She’s right.

I did kiss her.

Once.

Long ago.

I remember that day vividly. I’d driven to Callie’s place after mentioning my dad to my mom for the first time in five years. I wanted my mom to drop the act, to finally admit to me that he was nothing but a sick man. A poor excuse for a father, no more, no less.

Instead, she’d fed me more lies about how he planned on doubling the cash he’d stolen and come back to us that night. After all this time, she still couldn’t tell me the fucking truth. I was miserable, wrecked, angry at the world, and… in desperate need of a distraction.

I can still picture it: Callie writhing beneath me, legs over her head as I pounded into her. Seconds before I shot my load, she asked what we were doing, what this meant. Her exact words: “Do you think we’ll ever be more?”

So, I kissed her.

I slammed my mouth to hers to shut her up while I finished, emptying inside the condom for a short moment of relief. She was so happy. So certain I’d answered “Yes” without words. I felt so fucking awful afterward I never let her get anywhere near my mouth again.

“Will?” Callie insists.

I snap back to reality, the devil on my shoulder weighing a thousand pounds.

Why am I here right now?

You’re here because you wanted to do something very nasty to a girl you can’t ever, as in ever, get nasty with, the red devil replies.

I curse my own thoughts, because they’re true. I did want to do something to Kass last night. Scratch that—I wanted to do a lot of things to Kass last night, which is why I had to leave. Because she’s still Kendrick’s sister. And I can’t think of her that way. But man, did I want to pin her up against the wall and…

I get hard at the thought, and Callie rejoices. I wonder what she’d do if she knew it’s not for her.

I judge myself for my own dirty, twisted thoughts. Still, I see her. Kass. Squeezing me through my jeans instead of Callie. Not to mention Callie recently bleached her hair blonde. Kass’s color is more natural, but… maybe if I squint.

Maybe…