“Actually, it does.” Cole crosses his arms over his chest as we hit the landing. “Let her go.”
The upper floor of the house is quiet because it’s off-limits to guests tonight. And I know that’s why he brought her up here. To be alone with her. The only sound is the song playing through the speakers.
He releases her, and she immediately cradles her arm to her chest.
“Fine.” He looks down at her with disgust. “You can have her.” He turns and storms back down the stairs, shoving a guy into a wall.
“Demi …” I reach down to look at her arm, but she pulls away and turns, running over to her bedroom door.
“Go,” Cole says, but I’m already moving.
“Demi?” I call out, but she ignores me.
I reach her before she can open the door and spin her around. She looks up at me with tears in her beautiful eyes. “You okay?” I ask, clearing my throat. I’ve had quite a bit to drink tonight, knowing that Cole was going to be my DD. He doesn’t drink much anymore after the night of the car wreck. And if he does, it’s at his house.
She sniffs and looks away from me. I step into her, grip her chin, and force her to look up at me. “I asked if you’re okay.”
Her wet lips part, and she takes in a deep breath. “Fine.” She gives a clipped answer.
“Let me see your arm,” I order. Surprisingly, she holds it out for me.
Bruises are already forming, and I clench my teeth at the thought of him hurting her. “Does he do this often?”
She drops her eyes to the floor again.
“Demi?”
“No,” she whispers. “He’s never done that before.”
I run a hand through my hair. “What happened?” Not that whatever happened excuses what he did. I’m just being nosy.
She sniffs. “He found out about us.”
“Us?” I frown.
She nods. “I was texting my best friend about what we did at Silence … and he read it.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She looks up at me, and the first tear runs down her cheek. “He thinks we had sex.”
I have. Fuck, I have fucked her in so many different ways in my head. Each one more sinful than the last. She cried, she screamed, and she came so fucking hard. But I know the real thing could never live up to my imagination.
Stepping into her, I reach up and run my knuckles through the single tear, smearing it across her cheek.
Her hands come up and grip my shirt. “Deke.” She whispers my name, and it goes straight to my dick.
The alcohol swirling around in my head tells me to kiss her, but another part says back away and leave. I’ve watched her since the moment I walked through her mother’s front door. I attempted to follow pointless conversations with kids from school, but nothing kept my interest. Nothing but her. No matter how hard I’ve tried, she is there. In my mind, she’s naked and begging me to fuck her. “You’re with Seth.” I find myself saying out loud as if I’m trying to talk myself out of it.
Don’t touch her!
Her bright blue eyes meet mine. “He already thinks I’ve betrayed him.” She licks her lips. “Might as well give him a reason to put his hands on me.”
“Don’t say that.” I growl, stepping into her. I know there’s a darker side to Demi. I watched her the first night I snuck into her mother’s house. She sat on her bed watching that fucking documentary on YouTube about the serial killer. She’s curious, and that isn’t a good thing. She can push the wrong man to do something very bad to her. And my anger rises at that thought. If any man is going to put his hands on her, it’ll be me.
She tilts her head back, licking her plump nude-colored lips. “It’ll be worth it.”
I slide my right hand into her hair, and her eyes close as she lets out a moan. Her hands go to my jeans, and she pulls my hips into hers. My hard cock aches as it rubs against the fabric of my boxers. Fuck, this can’t be happening. Someone needs to interrupt us …
“Kiss me, Deke.”
“I won’t stop,” I admit. I want to hurt you, Demi. I want to show you what I can do as much as you want to see it. It won’t end well for her. But she may like it …
Don’t do it. Walk away, Deke.
Her lashes flutter open, showing me those gorgeous blue eyes once again, and I’m fucking done. I’m about to do something I’ll regret, and she knows it. She reaches back, turns the knob on the door, and pulls me inside the dark bedroom.
I rip her shirt up and over her head, and I allow her to remove mine. She is fumbling with my jeans, and I’ve already got her jeans down to her ankles. “Light …”