Torn Apart (Torn and Bound Duet 1)

“And then what happened?” I croak out.

“You called, remember?”

“Yeah. I did that.”

“It ended. It was a mistake. Then I saw him, he was a coach, blah, blah, blah.”

“You saw him again today?” I ask, hating how my body heats just thinking about that sexy ass man.

“Showed up when I was dealing with your buddy Brayden.”

“He’s not my buddy.”

“You’d be his fuck buddy if he swung that way,” she argues.

“Irrelevant to this conversation.”

“Admit it.”

“I’d suck him so hard he’d forget how to play stupid-ass hockey. Fuck yeah, I’d be his fuck buddy. But get to the point, MiMi.”

Her bottom lip juts out and for a second I think she might cry. They both might be hot as hell, but I’m not opposed to beating their asses if they hurt my girl.

“They know each other. Like, they have history. Used to be friends. I don’t know… It was like they were trying to outdo each other. Over me.” She gnaws on her bottom lip. “It pissed me off and embarrassed me.”

Yep, I’m going to have to punch them both in the dicks.

“Come here,” I grumble, pulling her to me for a hug. “Let’s think about all the ways we can kill them.”

She laughs, her breath hot against my bare chest. “I’d break all four kneecaps first of all.”

“You don’t even need a second of all after that horrifying first of all.”

We both chuckle and then she tilts her head up to look at me. It makes me mad that they’d act like douchebags toward Mia. She’s too sweet for people like them.

“Mom called.”

“Ew. Mommy Dearest.”

“Yep.”

“What did the Queen of the Cunts want?”

“For me to attend some events.”

“Need a stunningly gorgeous gay wingman to pretend to be your handsome boyfriend? I’m really good at that shit apparently. Just ask my best friend.”

She grins and then her mouth is on mine. I’m surprised by the unexpected kiss. Her lips are pillow soft and she smells like candy Fireball deliciousness. When her hand creeps up my chest, her thumb brushing over my pierced nipple, I let out a groan. That small action gains her access. The moment her sweet tongue swipes across mine, I grab onto her ass, pulling her closer to taste more.

The alcohol is blurring reality for the moment.

Everything is confusing but feels really good.

How she’s straddling me now, her fingers gripping my hair as she tries to dominate me with a kiss. I’m mesmerized by her round ass, squeezing it and pulling her across my dick. I’ve only ever kissed one girl. Eva Finch in the eighth grade. I’d been so grossed out, I swore off chicks for eternity.

Mia doesn’t kiss like Eva.

Mia kisses with heat and need and purpose.

She dizzies me because this is not fucking normal for me.

Since I’m feeling drunk and curious, I skate my palm up her ribs, amused by the full-bodied shiver that runs through her. My palm roams over her breast and she gasps. I’m about to pull down the front of her cami to feel up my first female breast, when I hear keys at the door.

“Oh shit,” she squeaks out, falling back to the other side of the couch.

I blink at her, embarrassed by the way my dick is tenting my sweats. What the fuck just happened? I kissed Mia. I fucking kissed Mia. She must see the shock, bordering on horror, because she buries her face in her palms. I’m still staring at her when I feel a presence looming over the back of the couch.

“Did I interrupt something?”

Drew’s deep, husky voice does absolutely fucking nothing for my unruly dick, making it thump, drawing his attention and now Mia’s.

“Yeah,” I grit out, ignoring the fact that I’m hard as fuck and confused as hell. “Mia was telling me how you were being a fucking asshole to her. She’s not some whore you can brag about.”

His face pales. “I… It wasn’t… Fuck, I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

I snort as I grab the Twizzler out of my glass and start chomping on it. “Agreed. You know what you have to do.” I shoot him a warning glare that has him dropping his head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Mia. Brayden just…” he trails off. “He pushes my buttons. I should have never used you as a weapon.”

She sits primly, her chin lifted in the air.

“Not good enough,” I say for her. “My girl here thinks you need to grovel some more. We’re hungry. If you can’t cook, I suggest you find us food. Stat. Mia hates green onions and I won’t touch sushi with a ten-foot pole. Other than that, we’re easy to please.”

He remains there, quiet, until I restart the game. Mia joins in. Together we ignore him until he disappears to hopefully get us some fucking food.

As much as I want to shut off the game and ask Mia what the fuck just happened between us, I don’t. Instead, I play the game with my best friend, pretending that we didn’t just screw up and do something royally stupid.