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“I need you to do me a favor.”
While we discuss my plan, we pass the joint, smoking it down to a stained roach. I train my eyes in Tripp’s direction but can’t help but notice that each time the room brightens, Delaney is in a different location.
“He sure keeps her on a short leash, doesn’t he?” Dixon observes.
“Sure does,” I whisper, putting the joint out against the wall. “You got your phone ready?”
“You positive you’re right about this?”
“Sadly, I think I am.”
“Could he know something about you?” Dixon sounds genuinely worried. With a little digging, Dixon would know exactly what Tripp has on me, but that’s not how our friendship works, though.
“I think we’re proof anyone can know anything if they try hard enough to find it.” I pat him on the shoulder and walk into the crowd.
Girls try their hardest to distract me, tugging me in their direction, a clear tactic Tripp thought would distract me from the end game. I peel their fingers off my shirt and keep moving. When I’m a foot from breaking through the crowd, the area is cast into darkness, working in my advantage.
I slip behind where Tripp and his preppy boys are, working the angle of deceit to get what I want. I reach out and feel for Delaney. Once my fingers touch her hip, I know it’s her. I cover her mouth with my hand and tug her backwards against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Delaney whispers, barely allowing me to hear her over the music.
“You have something of mine, baby, and I want it returned.” I spin us, pinning her to the wall, closing in so we are flush together.
This girl’s body knows mine like they’re old friends. We move until we find the familiar comfort the other brings. Her stance is strong but soft, allowing one of my legs to slip between hers. My hands escape into her hair, massaging her neck with my thumbs.
“Breaker.” She says my name like a fucking prayer on Sunday after a weekend of sinning. “You can’t do this.”
“Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you,” I say, grinding into her as a complete distraction that’s working.
Her arms drape over my shoulders, and her hands clasp together. “Let me go,” she whispers.
I pull back. “You don’t mean that.”
“You’re right,” she sighs. Is she upset that she wants me, or because I know?
“What do you want, Delaney?” I ask again.
“An opportunity. You said before that you weren’t afraid of sharing.”
“What?” I jerk in surprise. That is the last thing I expect to hear. I’d said that because I’d known the mention of the idea would dig deep into her. Delaney isn’t the kind of girl to be shared, but I’d wanted to play a little dirty, get my hands deep into the mud. I’d never expected her to consider it.
“I know I want you, but you aren’t good for me right now.”
This is what girls tell themselves when they’re too afraid to see the truth. If this is the game she wants to play, throwing me riddles and trying to convince me that pushing me away is for the best, then I’ll play.
“My head. My heart, Breaker. I don’t know. I’m so confused.”
“Will he be good with that? I’m not into sharing if everyone involved isn’t down.” This isn’t necessarily true. I’ve shared plenty of girls without their boyfriends knowing about me.
“He will be . . . once I talk to him.”
“And in the meantime, what does this mean?”
“You should kiss me before the lights come on.” She wraps her hands around the nape of my neck and tugs me close, forcing our lips a single centimeter from each other.
“If I do this, I swear, Delaney, I won’t make any of this easy on you. I’m going to make your life a living hell for doing this to me, then kiss the bruises I cause to prove I’m the only choice.”
“Kiss me,” she demands.
My bottom lip hits hers first, starting slow as I always do. Her breath is torture on my skin, reminding me of everything I’ve been missing.
The lights come on, illuminating the room. I spin away from her, exposing us.
“What the fuck!” Tripp shouts. “Time’s up.”
“He has another twenty-three minutes left!” Palmer yells in my defense.
I hold my hand up. “Don’t worry. I don’t need it.”
“Like hell you don’t, Davenport. You lost.” Tripp motions his finger at Delaney. “Come on, Delaney. Come up here and watch his ruin.”
She moves forward to my side. I sigh when she tries to shift further away, and I reach into the pocket of my jacket she’s wearing. I take out a piece of paper, holding it between two of my fingers and displaying it in the air for Tripp to see.
“You didn’t think I was stupid enough to not notice your game, did you?” I move in front of Delaney, challenging Tripp. “Use her again to try to take me down, and I’ll make sure everyone knows every last bit of the past that you’d prefer to keep in the deep recesses of your closet.”
“Breaker,” she whispers my name, shame screaming out at me. She knows she’s messed up. Even if she didn’t realize what part she played in this game, she’s close enough to him to be used, and that’s not something I can get past.
“No, don’t. It wasn’t hard to figure out. He tried to put it in the place I’d never look and used you to keep it away from me. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to willingly walk into my arms.”
“She doesn’t want you!” Tripp yells in defense.
“Keep telling yourself that, Tripp.” I walk towards Palmer and Marek, but glance at her. “Oh, and, Delaney, make sure you tell Tripp about you wanting us to share you. I doubt his ego will be able to handle it. Unlike him,
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