Didn’t she get it? I wanted her to fuck up. Trina Dupire’s mere existence pissed me off. Her long brown locks, the sparkle she had in her eyes, and her smile all matched my Bird’s.
She was another Marnie.
Meaning countless guys knew what my girl tasted like and how it felt to be buried deep inside her. They’d heard her moan and call out their name while she came on their cocks. Even their father was in the line-up of men who’d been with my Bird without ever touching her. And I wanted to kill every single one of them. But mostly, I wanted to kill her.
Trina let them have what was mine to take.
“Oh wait…I remember that guy.” Trina let out a loud sigh. “What kind of guy gets excited about finding mistakes in a textbook?”
What kind of guy, indeed.
“Someone didn’t pay attention to the rules,” I breathed while thrusting my finger into her hot little cunt.
Whomever this guy was, he was a dead man. The name was obviously fake, but I’d find him. Let’s see how excited he got about textbooks when one was shoved up his ass.
Marnie gasped and quietly snarled, “Stop it, Preston.”
Not a fucking chance.
Her attention was quickly diverted when her sister asked, “Who are you talking to?”
Mistake number one.
“No one.”
“That’s it, Little Bird,” I softly growled, lifting my hand to smear her juices over her stomach. “I fucking love watching lies slip through these pretty lips.”
“Are you sure?” Trina didn’t sound so convinced. “I could’ve sworn you said, ‘Preston.’”
Mistake number two.
But my Bird was wise.
“Why would I say, Preston?”
“I don’t know—”
Marnie cut her sister off. “Just because you’re obsessed with everyone in Ashen Springs doesn’t mean I am.”
Oooh, she really let her anger pour out in that one. It was hot.
“I am not obsessed with them,” Trina snarled back. “College guys are so much more mature.”
Marnie rolled her eyes at that one while I couldn’t help but smirk.
What would her sister say about the college guy she was with right now? I’d moved my last year to online courses, but I was still technically a student.
“I just got a beautiful bouquet of flowers that no guy back home would’ve sent.”
Why would they waste their time when she gave the milk away for free?
“There was no name, though, just an ace of spades. But tracking him down could be fun. It’s been a while since I had a secret admirer.”
My eyes snapped up to the phone. Did she say ace of spades?
Marnie’s glare narrowed on me. “Secret admirers are creepy.”
She had no idea.
