Rowdy Boy

“I told you … you should’ve listened to your friends when they warned you about me.”

Too late.

I already made the plunge.

I should’ve stopped when I still had a chance, when I could still resist.

But with one hand all over my body, touching me in places I didn’t know I wanted to be touched, I’m losing myself. His hand brushes along my breasts until my nipples are peaked, and he slides my bikini aside to free them. A guttural, animalistic groan emanates from his mouth, the sound setting me ablaze.

Fuck. I never knew I could fall this hard for any guy.

Until Cole fucking Travis came along and turned my whole world upside down.

“See? You’re gushing wet,” he groans in my ear, tugging on my nipple. “Your lies won't work on me.”

“It’s not lies,” I hiss, almost unable to control myself because he’s hitting that sweet spot.

He keeps rubbing me until I’m about to burst, and I don’t think I can stop it from happening.

One hand wraps around my neck, squeezing as he tilts my head to allow himself more of a view of my breasts. His cock is fully erect, poking against my ass, begging to join the fun, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.

God, I hate that he does what he does so well that it almost makes me want to beg for more.

“I hate you,” I hiss.

“Good … That makes this all the more fun,” he groans, and he continues flicking me right up until I hit that edge. “Come on then, Monica. Show me what it looks like when you fall apart.”

“Fuck,” I growl, not wanting to give him that part of me.

But it’s too late.

Too fucking late to stop the tsunami from rolling over me with sweet, delectable waves. My body cramps and convulses against him, pussy tightening as he thrusts in and out.

A victorious grin pushes against my ear. “You lost, Mo.”

“What?” I’m panting as he pulls his fingers out of my bikini panties.

With arrogant swagger, he says, “You lost the dare.”

The blissful intoxication I drifted in shatters and turns to dust.

I whisk myself out of his arms and adjust my bikini before turning to face him. “That’s what you did this for? A dare?”

He playfully licks his lips. “I told you not to come …”

That’s what he meant?

I thought he was talking about following him. Never in my mind did I think it meant … this. Him, touching my pussy, kissing me under the moonlight, only to make me come for a stupid game. All this, just to mess with my head. I can’t believe it.

Fire erupts in my belly. “You can’t be real. You … you did this to me just to win some stupid game?”

He stares at me without saying a word.

I shake my head. “I knew it.” I should’ve listened to that voice inside my head telling me not to play along, not to even give him an inch of my time. But I did it anyway … and why? Because deep down, I’m as desperate as he said I was.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Cole Travis,” I say, tears staining my eyes.

His nose twitches with rage the moment I say the word asshole. “Don’t.”

“What? Say you’re an asshole?” I’m furious, so I scream out loud, “Cole Travis is a fucking asshole!”

I hope everyone heard. It seems like it, judging from the laughter coming from somewhere on the other end of the lake. And Cole’s flaring nostrils prove it.

“Forget it. Forget this ever happened,” I add, and I turn around and try to swim off, wishing I could forget all the sinful things he did to me and how much I liked it.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, Mo,” he says through gritted teeth.

My eyes narrow as I pause in the middle of the water. Was that a threat?

But before I can ask, he’s already vanished.

Disappeared underneath the dark waters of the lake … just like my cold, melted heart.

Chapter 16

Monica

I haven’t seen Cole again tonight.

Not that I wanted to.

I’d probably be mortified if I saw him dancing with other girls after what he did to me. He made me feel weak, vulnerable, and I let him willingly.

I should’ve put up a fight, should’ve shoved him away, should’ve …

But it’s too late now.

I can’t take back what I did, can’t undo that stupid game of his.

Cole Travis marked me, just like all his other prized wins.

Fuck him.

He wanted me to hate him? He has his wish.

“Monica? You haven’t said a word, are you okay?” Mel asks while we’re in the car together.

I waded all the way through the lake only to tell her I wanted to go home. I couldn’t stand to stick around another minute. If she hadn’t said sure, I probably would’ve left without her. With a taxi or by foot, just as long as I could escape the scene of the crime.