Her sex smirk makes its appearance.

It’s a good one, too. Little too confident, but it’s all good.

I can kill that, easy. Besides, this would be more difficult if she were unsure about herself.

“Not my friend,” Shorty shares. “He’s here for you actually.”

The girl gives a saucy grin as if she already figured so.

This shit will be too fucking easy.

I shouldn’t play with my food, but what am I to do when it so clearly wants to play back?

I push closer, coming almost eye level with her and hers fall to the tattoos on my neck. “I got an hour before reality comes crashing down, Brielle. What are you gonna do with it?”

She eyes me a long moment and then turns to the cockblocker.

She scowls. “Think you can keep yourself outside a little longer?”

The animosity isn’t missed.

“Do I ever come in when you take over?”

Brielle grins, leading me right where she wants me.

Her bedroom.

It’s a fuckin’ mess, shit all over and the bed’s unmade. I glare at the mattress sitting on the floor, about ready to walk out and drag her ass with me, but then she starts to strip, so I let her put on a little show.

I may be a guy, and a horny one at that, but I don’t do desperate, and she’s borderline just that.

I came for a reason, though, so I sit back and let her do as she pleases, which happens to be me.

With her breasts hanging bare, and tight-ass pants still on, she drops to her knees, frees my cock from my jeans and wastes no time pulling me deep into her throat.

I watch her work me over a minute, and when she moans around my shaft, my hard-on grows just shy of a full salute.

I tether my hands in her hair to give her a bit more drive, and my head tips back a bit, eyes gliding by the window.

I fucking freeze.

Her cousin, as she called her, peeks through the torn blinds, eyes shooting wide when she realizes she’s been caught and suddenly she’s gone, a heavy crash and quiet yelp following.

“The fuck?” I’m soft again in an instant, quickly shoving into my jeans and rushing out the door. “She better not have been recording.”

Footsteps pound behind me.

“Please.” Brielle scoffs, hiding her naked chest with her hands as we push out onto the porch.

The girl hops from the ground, limping on her foot a little as she rushes around the house.

“You better chase after her,” she says.

I spin, glaring at her over my shoulder. “And why the fuck would I do that?”

She smirks, walking backward into her house. “Because that... is Brielle. I’m her cousin, Ciara.”

My muscles lock, and she laughs, shaking her head as she closes the door in my face.

It takes a minute, but then I leap over the railing, running after her.

“Yo!” I shout.

She picks up her pace, bouncing all around as she tries to keep weight off of her left foot, but it don’t matter now. I’m right behind her already.

“Why’d you let me think she was you?”

She scoffs. “It’s not my fault you assumed I was the taller, hotter, easier of the two of us.”

I grip her by the arm, halting her movement and she tips her head back, eyes still hidden behind her big-ass shades.

I glare, opening my mouth to tell her, I don’t know the fuck what, when she crosses her arms again, catching me off guard.

“I know who you are.”

I shoot up straight. “Yeah, and who am I?”

“Royce Brayshaw, of the Brayshaw family.” She doesn’t miss a beat.

I run my tongue along the backs of my teeth. “And who are you, so we’re clear?”

She reaches a hand out and I frown at it.

“Oh sorry, right. You’re silver-spooned.” She tips her head. “This is called a pleasantry, many people use them.”

“Your name, smart-ass.”

“Shake my hand, Royce Brayshaw.”

I hold in a growl, slapping my palm against hers, and she gives it a good, solid, shake.

“It’s good to finally meet one of you, in the flesh.” She passes her tote back to her other shoulder with a slight shrug. “Anyway, you already know who I am.” She pauses. “Well, now anyway.”

“Your name, from your lips, not that… whoever the fuck that was.” My jaw tics as I wait for her to speak.

She doesn’t.

I step closer. “Don’t play games with me, girl.”

“Right... ‘cause Brayshaw.”

My head tugs back, and even though I can’t see ‘em, I imagine this little shit rolls her damn eyes at me.

She looks to her watch and my anger rises.

“Whatever,” she huffs. “I’m Brielle Bishop, and I’m late.”

She turns around and walks away.

Leaves.

Yeah… I don’t fuckin’ think so.

I chase her ass.

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