I blink at her. And then blink again. I’m certain I misheard her. Half of me doesn’t care. That part of me wants to take her now before she changes her mind. The other half is dead sure I'm hallucinating. Lola did not just ask me to fuck her.

She backpedals quickly.

"That came out so wrong," she groans. "I'm sorry."

She looks up at me, her cheeks hot and pink and she's thinking way too much. I need to know what she's thinking.

"It's just that..." she whispers. "I don't know what guys want. I need… help."

She doesn't need help. She needs a muzzle because if she doesn’t stop talking I’ll be balls deep inside of her and there's not a thing she could do that wouldn't fucking please me. I don't tell her that though because I'm a prick. And she's still thinking of the endgame. She wants to use me to get what she can before trotting off to apply everything she’s learned to some other guy when she's done.

It pisses me the fuck off. It adds fuel to my desire to punish her. But it makes me want to fuck her even more.

“We can’t.” I close my eyes to reign in my temper. “You know why we can’t, LB.”

"I know it might be a little weird," she rambles on. "Given our history. But I promise you, it would just be sex. I won't get clingy. And when I go on my first date, we can end it then and there and never speak of it again."

“Lola—”

“Don’t say it,” she pleads. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“It has everything to do with him,” I growl. “I can’t be where he’s been. I can’t fucking do that.”

She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and she is so vulnerable right now, it kills me to say no. I don’t want to want her.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem,” she whispers. “He never did.”

I back away to gain some restraint. My veins are throbbing, and my body temperature is rising. I can’t be nice to her. Not now. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

She stares at the water and shakes her head. “I’m not. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

What she’s saying isn’t right. Ryan told me himself. He told me how good she was in the sack. He told me what a freak she was and how dirty she liked it. And I saw the bite marks on his neck. It’s something I could never forget because I wanted to murder my own brother.

“I told him I wanted to wait,” Lola tries to explain. “Mostly because I was intimidated that he would be my first.”

“Tell your stories to someone else,” I sneer. “I saw the evidence myself. I saw your claim all over him.”

She turns away, and her shoulders tremble. She’s crying. But I can’t feel sorry for her because she’s a fucking liar.

“Are you really that stupid, Daire?” she sniffles. “You think I did that? You think I left those marks on his body?”

My chest burns as I breathe in the salt air. I don’t want to buy into what she’s saying because believing her would mean that Ryan was toying with me. He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and there’s no way he would have stayed with a girl who wouldn’t pony up for him.

“Whatever happened doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “That’s not the point. If he were still here—”

“If he were still here, we wouldn’t be together.” She sounds so confident, but I’m not sure I believe her. I’m not sure that if things had ended differently that night, she actually would have left him. Ryan never let go of anything unless he wanted to.

Everything gets quiet, and I can’t seem to do what I know I should. I need to leave this pool and send her home. But I can’t stop watching the way the water laps at her body, making the fabric cling to her every curve. She is so small and fragile, and Ryan was a wrecking ball. I am too. She shouldn’t be anywhere near me. And she never should have been near him.

She sighs, and she’s ready to give up. Embarrassed. Defeated. Hurt. History keeps repeating itself. "God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I said that. It’s the wine or the… I don’t know. You probably couldn't even... like you aren't attracted to me in that way."

I should be a better man. My loyalty is to my brother, and I can’t grab her by the hips and yank her body against mine, but it’s exactly what I do. When she feels my cock smashed between us, she makes a noise that gets caught in her throat, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.

I grab her face and turn her into me. When I kiss her, it’s violent. It’s brutal. It’s too many years’ worth of pent-up frustration. She melts into me. I squeeze her jaw, and she opens her mouth. She lets me paw at her. She lets me invade her and dirty her up with my tongue. Our teeth clash. I twist my fingers in her hair, and her hands settle on my biceps. Small and soft and unsure.

t’s too late to turn back now. Lola has unleashed this monster, and she needs to understand the full consequences of that. I tilt her chin up and force her gaze to mine. "Sex with me won't be like Tom, LB. I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to use you. I'll make you please me, and then I'll make you scream my name when I'm done.”

She’s breathless, panting. So fucking turned on for me. “I want that.”

She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I try to stop myself again. I try. But her nipples are scraping against the material of her dress, and I know her pussy is dripping wet for me too. The war is already over. I accept defeat and hoist her soaking wet dress up over her head and toss it onto the concrete behind us. She shivers in her pink bra and panties and looks around nervously when I toss my shirt and jacket off to the side.

"We're going to do it here?"

"We're going to do it everywhere," I tell her. "Anywhere I fucking want, Lola. That's how this works."

She doesn’t argue, and I like that. I like it a lot.

My hand slides between her thighs, and she jolts when I make contact with the cotton panties. "Are you wet for me, Lola?"

A tiny nod. I pull her panties aside and barely brush my fingers against her.

Fuck me.

Her pussy is smooth. Waxed. And drenched.

For me.

I grab her by the hips and lift her up onto the concrete, leveraging her ass there while I make quick work of those pink panties. Her chest rises and falls in a rapid succession. She’s nervous, and she should be. I splay her legs apart, and she tries to close them.

"Open," I growl.

She does. "God, you can see everything down there,” she says. “Is this too weird?"

Her questions stop when I dive face first into her pussy and eat her out like my life depends on it.

Lola tastes so fucking sweet. So fucking good. So fucking mine.

She comes faster than I expected. Her fingers curled in my hair, her lips whispering my name.

Fuck. Yes.

There is no recovery time for her to come down from her high. I need to bury my cock so deep inside of her she won’t be able to walk for a week.

"Take off your bra," I order.

She does, but then she covers her tits with her hands until I remove them. I always wondered what they would look like. They are full but pert. They are a work of art, just like Ryan said.

"Fuck." I scrape a hand through my hair and try to grasp at any logic I can.

Lola blinks at me, confused. “Everything okay?”

Naturally, her first thought is that there’s something wrong with her. I don’t correct her. There’s no point. I want her tits, and I'm going to have them. I cup them in my palms and rub my face all over them. Lola whimpers. They are so fucking soft, and when I taste them, she tastes of vanilla. She's alive for me now. More alive than I’ve ever seen her. Moaning. Chanting my name. Dragging her fingers through my hair and begging me for more. I'm so hard I could drill a hole through the cement. I yank her back down into the water and hold her in my arms, rubbing my cock against her slick pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you." A part of me wants her to say no. To stop this madness before it consumes me. One of us needs to be logical. But it doesn't happen.

She says yes. Emphatically.

I knead the apples of her ass cheeks in my hands. She wraps her ankles around my back, and I squeeze my dick inside. Raw.

Neither one of us says it, but we're both thinking it. Lola is too sensible to do anything like this, and I've never fucked a woman this way before. But those women weren't Lola. And I don't think I could stand to have anything between us right now if I tried. Her pussy is so fucking hot. And tight like a glove. I want to bust my nut the minute I'm inside of her. But I also want her to pay for her sins.

It’s heaven, and it’s hell. This is so dirty and so fucked up, and I can’t stop wondering if she’s lying to me. I can’t stop wondering if Ryan took her this way. It makes me stop and start frantically. Lola doesn’t know what’s happening.

But is she thinking of him?

Christ.

I close my eyes and blow out a breath. And I imagine the girl from the focus group. The one that I said I’d fuck if she weren't a brunette. In this case, she’s perfect. I picture her face. It eases some of my pain as I slide in and out of Lola’s wet pussy.

It works until it doesn’t. Because it isn’t the brunette calling out my name. It isn’t the brunette digging her fingers into my back and breathing against my chest. It definitely isn’t her coming on my cock.

Fuck.

“Goddamn you, Lola,” I groan.

She murmurs that it’s okay, but it’s not okay. I’m the worst kind of man right now. The one I always accused Ryan of being. I thought he had no morals, but I was wrong. It’s me.

I’m fucking my brother’s girlfriend, and I can’t get enough of it. Her mouth. Her tits. Her pussy. I want them all, in no particular order. When I open my eyes, and look at her impaled on my cock, it’s all over. I fuck her up against the wall of the pool, kissing her throat and her jaw and her ear. Lola makes the softest sounds of pleasure I've ever heard. She isn't like the other girls. She doesn't go over the top. She doesn't try to fake anything or exaggerate. She is honest and raw when she repeats the same thing over and over again.

She can't believe this is really happening.

I can't either. I can’t believe the boundary I just crossed. The one I swore I never would. But it’s too late to find my morals now. They aren’t present when I keep pumping until I come inside of her. I don't pull out. I don't even ask if she wants me to.

It’s a sickening realization, but I want to own Lola. I want every part of her marked by me. And if that means I get her pregnant, then so be it.

I’m going to hell anyway.