Don't Let Me Fall(96)

“Let’s not talk about your mother.”

I smiled and leaned into him. “You know why I came here, right?” I asked, sliding my hand up until it was at the back of his neck. “You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.” I

brushed my lips against his softly. I resisted the urge to gag. Logan gave me the all clear. He won’t hate me for what I do.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” R asked pulling back just a little.

“Didn’t you hear that we had a falling out?” I asked. “Apparently I’m too sluty so he doesn’t want to keep me around. I don’t regret telling him about some guy I had sex with

my freshman year of college. He was better than Logan anyways.” I smiled at R and kicked off my heels. “You remind me of him. I think it’s the eyes.” I furrowed my brows and

tilted my head to the side. “Did you go to UWash?”

R laughed and pulled away from me completely, stuffing his hands in his pockets, looking at me with a boy-next-door smile. That shit won’t work on me.

“Holy shit, I thought this was going to be awkward,” he said. “I did but I dropped out my second year.” His eyes held mine. “I didn’t think you’d remember me.”

“So it was you,” I said biting my lip like a f-ucking lovesick school girl. I want to vomit just thinking about this. “I knew it. Ever since I first saw you with my mom I had a

feeling but you were with her so I was like, ‘yeah, I don’t think he’s the guy from the lake.’”

“Are you kidding?” R asked wide-eyed. “Becka, I got close to your mom because I wanted to be closer to you.” My eyes widened a bit. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not some

creep or anything…”

Yes you f-ucking are.

He trailed off when he saw my smile.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked, curiously.

“Because my mom is out of the way, Roger,” I said. That’s his name, right? “Do you know how many times I wished she’d just go somewhere and never come back? Now she is. And she

left you behind.” I leaned into him and slid my fingers up and down his chest. “And I’m single…”

He caught my hand and stared into my eyes.

“You wanted your mom dead?” he asked.

I nodded slowly, never looking away. “I didn’t think it was fair she got you to herself. And you loved her so I couldn’t–”

“I didn’t love her,” R cut in.

“You didn’t?” I asked with hopeful eyes.

“No,” he said sliding his hands onto my waist, fingers digging into me. “She was just a distraction. Until I got you.” His lips let mine and his hands started sliding up my

shirt.

“Wait,” I said pulling back. “I want to ask you something. Everything I thought I knew was wrong so if you didn’t love her…did you want her gone too?”

“Yeah,” he said pulling me back to his lips.

“Did you kill her?” I whispered, pulling back again.

R stared at me with a questioning look.

“Why are you asking questions?” he asked, looking around the house. I know he’s getting worried. He’s thinking something. Shit. Wheel him back in, Becka.

“Because that would be such a turn on,” I said smiling again. “The whole story. You and my mom. You wanted me. You killed her. Now you have me.” I stepped back and pulled my

shirt off, biting my lip so he’ll lose focus.

R’s eyes drank me in slowly. He looks like he’s going to eat me. I want to punch him or kick him until he dies but I can’t.

“So…?” I asked.

His eyes met mine and he smiled.

“I did,” he said pulling me into him. “I killed her.”

“How?”

He slipped his hands down to my ass and picked me up. I had no other choice than to wrap my legs around him. He started walking to the living room.

“I cut the brakes,” he said dropping me onto the couch with him falling on top of me. “Police assumed it was just an old line.”

I grabbed his shirt and rocked my hips against his, causing him to growl as he bit my neck.

“You have no idea how hot that is,” I moaned. “What else have you done? You seem like you’ve done some things that I don’t know about.”

R’s fingers went to my jeans and unbuttoned them. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out!

“It won’t freak you out?” he asked.

I shook my head and said, “Turn on remember. Tell me how bad you are.” I ran my hands down his shoulders and pressed on his chest when he wouldn’t talk.

“I was with this older woman once. Let’s just say it didn’t turn out fine. She killed her daughter and I had to help clean up the mess,” he said, smiling.

f-ucking *. I should kill him.

“Her daughter? Why?”

“She was jealous of the daughter’s friend. I guess some guy liked her and the mom didn’t like it. She thought she’d just kill the daughter and frame the friend for it. She

sounds like a bitch. I don’t know why I slept with her,” he panted.

I know he’s talking about me but it’s still weird. He’s obsessed with me and Melissa didn’t like it. Alice died because of me. Her mom wanted me to be framed for the murder of