Take (Need #2)(61)

Wait. What the f*ck? She’s leaving?

I shoot to my feet, blood rushing back to my head. Calling out her name, I hurry to tuck myself in and take off after her.

She’s inside the bar already. I open the door and go inside, looking for her.

Lost. The crowd’s too thick. I took too long. There’s no sight of her.

This girl just gave me the best sex of my life. Considering every time with her has been the best so far, that’s f*cking saying something.

She came. She f*cked. She conquered.

And she left.

Goddamn it, I asked her to use me, but seriously? Come the f*ck on.

The nerve of this f*cking sexy chick.

Heart racing, I push through the throng, looking for her. She’s not leaving me after what just happened between us. She doesn’t get to ignore me again, not when both her ass and * are dying for more of this dick.

I pass the table where Ryan and Dana are at, but don’t spare them a glance. Don’t know if they saw me pass by, nor do I care. Something tells me Kira’s either at the entrance or already through it, and I need to catch her.

I’m halfway across the bar when I see her. I was right. She’s heading for the door.

Speeding up, I open my mouth to call her name over the noise.

Motherf*cking Austin.

Fury unleashes as I watch him seemingly appear out of nowhere and follow Kira out the door.

I didn’t even know that dick was here.

He won’t stop showing around. Won’t stop chasing after her. Doesn’t matter that I made it clear I’m willing to f*ck up my entire life by killing him, he won’t. Fucking. Stop.

I make it to the door and rush outside.

Gone.

They’re both gone.

I jog out to the parking lot, searching them out.

What has to be at least ten minutes later, I’m smack in the middle of the parking lot, my mind in tatters.

She didn’t leave with him. She couldn’t have.

I refuse to believe it.

Calling her phone is useless. She doesn’t pick up.

Running my hand down my face, I try to calm my breathing and sift through the mental turmoil.

Impossible.

I stare off into the night, knowing that I have to track Kira down, find her. That I have no choice.

But I can’t bring myself to move as the possibility that she just f*cked me and is now with Austin drills through my thoughts.

I stand here and for the first time ever it occurs to me:

How much f*cking more of this can I humanly take?





July 8th, 2015





I’m a mess. A complete and utter freaking mess. The summer is half over, and I’m miles closer to the loony bin than I was when it began. I don’t know if I’ll know my own name in six weeks when I move to Columbus.

Sex with Brayden has changed me. I’ve become a succubus. Insatiable for him.

Every single time I see him, my * becomes a whore on the prowl for his cock.

Anywhere, anyhow.

Who am I anymore? Not even sure I know the answer.

What I do know is that I can’t stop. The fact that I don’t want to is what scares me the most.

I’ve been on a Netflix binge all day, packing in one-and two-star scary movies. Anything to keep my mind off Brayden and the memories of hunting him down last week, or our time in the shower yesterday, or any time with him in the last month.

My choice of preoccupation is why I jump out of my skin when the front door slams. I grab hold of my chest and turn to find Mom.

“Jesus, Mom!”

Her eyebrow quirks, and she looks from me to the freeze frame of a demon ghost on the screen.

“Scaredy cat.”

“It’s your fault. Why didn’t you come through the garage?”

Yeah, *’s disappointed. Only me, Ryan, and Brayden use the front door.

She sighs as she sets her purse down and toes off her shoes. “The damn garage door is acting up again.” She falls down onto the sofa chair, sinking down into it. “I’ve asked Steven countless times to fix it. Guess I’ll be doing it again.”

“Why don’t you just call someone to fix it?”

“Because he doesn’t want to spend the money on it. He says he can do it.”

My lips form a thin line. “Men are infuriating creatures.”

She lets out a laugh. “When did my daughter get so wise to the idiocy of men?”

I freeze for a moment, not wanting to mention Brayden, then give a shrug and a laugh to play it off. “Well, I did grow up glued to two idiot boys.”

That makes her laugh more and nod in agreement. “Very true.” She stands up and stretches. “I’m going to go change, then work on dinner.”

I wave at her and pick up the remote to restart my horror fest, but she turns back around.

“Oh, do you still have my earrings? I can’t find them.”

Oh, yeah, I wore her diamond earrings to prom. “Probably.”

“Can you get them?” She gives me an almost sad smile. “Your dad gave them to me.”

I nod, popping up from the couch and make my way up to my room, not wasting any time. The few things we have left from my dad are precious, especially to my mom. I know she still loves him and misses him, despite remarrying.

Steve can’t compare.