Prologue
Ten Years Ago
My eyes scan over the party for the third time and there still isn’t anything to catch my eye for the night. It’s been a few days since I last saw some of these people and fuck if I could care less if I ever saw any of these fuckers again.
Rein comes to a stop next to me and slaps me on the shoulder before he turns to talk to Mike. Mike is one of our buddies from the band we started together a few years ago. Failed Grace was my baby and the only thing I cared about until I watched Weylyn Wylde walk into the room.
Watching Weylyn walk into the room was almost something out of a movie. I watched her strut her hot little ass into the party like she owned the damn place. Every person stopped what they were doing as they watched her make her way over to the makeshift bar to our left.
As soon as Rein looked at her, I watched his expression shift. Anger coursed through him and I had to put my hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking over there.
“What the fuck is Weylyn doing here?”
My attention goes back to his sister and fuck my thoughts go straight to the gutter. I couldn’t help but be in awe of her though. Her dark hair spilled down her back in long soft waves. The jeans she was currently wearing fit her like a second skin, while the crop top left me wanting more. And the heels… don’t even get me started on what I thought about those.
“Fuck,” is all I could manage to get out of my mouth.
If Rein wasn’t already too pissed at Weylyn then I’m sure he would be turning his anger on me instead for that comment.
“She’s only fourteen,” Rein grits out before storming over to her and her friends.
I continue to watch him as he grabs her arm, forcing her to look at him. Although I can’t hear what they are saying, I can tell she’s pissed that Rein is being a Debbie Downer.
One thing that continues to cross my mind is when the fuck did Weylyn get so damn hot?
It seems like yesterday Weylyn was only Rein’s annoying little brat of a sister. The one his parents forced us to let tag along while growing up.
But now, all five foot three feet of her is grown up, looking better than all the chicks in our school. Trust me when I say that. It isn’t unknown that I’m one of the biggest players in our school. I’ve had more than half of the girls under me, but right now I only want her.
I know I shouldn’t even be thinking this right now, but fuck… she’s got me seeing things differently in one night.
Rein looks ready to murder his sister and her friends. I make my way toward them coming to a stop furthest away from Weylyn. I scan over her body once more before those beautiful blue eyes turn to look at me.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t be at this party.”
Her blue eyes are burning bright with defiance and I want nothing more than to answer it. Continuing to stare at her, I try to think of a legit one, but I’ve got nothing.
I can think of a million different reasons for her to stay and most of them end the same exact way. Weylyn and I alone in a room while I strip her naked and take my time with her.
I could feel Rein’s eyes burn into me as she waits for my answer.
Did she belong at a senior party as an upcoming freshman, no… but I also didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news for her either.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I’m going to have to agree with Rein on this. This isn’t a place for you girls.”
Her blue eyes narrow on me before she quips back. “Is It because you don’t want your precious little friends to know you have a sister Rein? Or do you think it will stop me from fucking one of them?”
Her eyes never leave mine as though it’s a veiled attempt to tell me something.
“If any fucking guy at this school touches you, I’ll kill them.” Rein’s pissed now and I already know that shits going to get worse with everything they say to each other.
“Come on Weylyn. Let me take you girls home.” I put my hand on Rein’s shoulder hoping that it might calm him down slightly.
“Whatever. Fine,” she huffs out.
I see Rein relax as the words come out of her mouth. Her friends start walking toward the front door, but Weylyn is giving Rein a dirty look instead of moving.
She may have tried to cause a scene, but she knows when to give in to her brother. Weylyn knows how far she can push him before he goes insane on her.
Part of me things she was getting off on the attention of her little stunt. Once the school year starts, she will continue to be the talk of the school.
No one goes against Rein. What he says is pretty much law in this town. And here is this pretty little thing talking back and giving him hell.
When she finally turns to walk away, I can’t help but groan. That ass of hers is pure perfection and I want nothing more than to grab a handful of it.
Rein stops me as I start to follow her and when I look at him, I can’t put my finger on his expression. I can normally read him like a book, but this time I’m coming up blank.
“Make sure she goes home, not to one of those girls’ houses. It will only mean she’ll end up at another party or worse.”
I nod before walking out of the party. The girls are standing in the middle of the grass huddled together.
The closer I get, the more of their conversation I can hear.
“I can’t believe your brother freaked like that.” The little blonde says, playing with a strand of her hair.
“But did you see Knox? He only gets hotter every year.” The redhead says with a giggle.
Weylyn looks in my direction and grins before she says anything in response to her friends.
“Maybe I can get Knox to change his mind.”
I don’t miss the insinuation of her words. She thinks that she can change my mind about taking them home, but it won’t work. As much as I would love to have her naked and under me, she’s only fifteen and Rein’s little sister.
“Let’s go.” I motion to my car, ignoring the sighs and pouty lips that her friends are giving me.
“What kind of car is this,” Weylyn asks as I hold the door for them to get in.
“A sixty-three GTO.”
Before she gets in, she runs her hand over the doorframe.
“It’s really sexy.”
Lust hits me hard and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moving closer to her. She has my thoughts running a million different directions. Reminding myself of her age has my dick recoiling.
At eighteen, I don’t need to be messing around with someone so young. Especially Rein’s little sister.
When we pull up to their house, I can feel her eyes on me. She makes a slow move to get out and my eyes scan over her features. Once they all get out, she shuts the door. Leaning into the open window, putting her tits on display for me.
“You know, you could have taken my side. Rein doesn’t scare you like he does everyone else.”
Even though she’s right, I don’t let her know that.
“You shouldn’t be around a bunch of jackasses anyway. All they want to do is get you naked. Trust me, this was the right call.”
She rolls her eyes at me and I can’t help but smirk.
“Whatever Knox.” With that, she pushes away from my car and starts to walk away.
Five Years Ago
My phone rings as I strum my guitar. It’s Saturday night and the only thing on my mind is a girl I can’t have. My best friend’s little sister and the only woman that haunts my dreams at night.
She called earlier and asked me what I thought about the dress she bought for her date tonight. It killed me to stare at the photo she sent of me her in that damn dress and now I’m moping.
I should be out, drinking with my friends and hitting on anything with a skirt, but I can only think about her.
“Hey Weyley,” I answer on the third ring.
“KNOX!” Her high pitch squeal fills my ear and I have to hold my phone away from my ear so she doesn’t burst my eardrum.
“Yeah, babe?” I want to know where she is right now, but I hold my tongue. If I ask, she’ll tell me to shove it up my ass.
She’ll swear that she can take care of herself.
Most days I don’t doubt it. She’s got a mouth on her and I taught her a few basic defense techniques when she was a teenager.
I wanted to make sure that she was always taken care of even if I wasn’t there to save her.
“I’m really drunk.” She’s slurring and it’s hard to understand what she’s even saying. “I went on a date and he called me an uppity bitch who didn’t put out.” She scoffs at that and then giggles.
A sense of satisfaction fills me as I take in his insult at her. She didn’t put out. It makes this call even easier to take.
“So you are a stuck up bitch who doesn’t put out, huh? Well, then why are you drunk?”
More giggles ensue and I sigh as I grab a tee and pull it over my head. Putting the phone back to my ear, I listen to her go on about the douchebag she went on a date with. After her tirade of the poor bastard, she gets into how she wound up at the bar.
“Hey, beautiful.” I hear some fucker say to Weylyn.
“Wey, where are you?” I ask as I put a pair of boots on. Grabbing my wallet and my keys, I head out the door towards my car.
“I don’t know. Some hole in the wall bar.” Her slurring is getting worse.
“Hold on a second. Don’t go anywhere with anyone.” I pull my phone from my ear and I click into her last message to me. Clicking the details section of her contact and check the map to find her.
One thing I forced her to do was to share her location with me all the time. I didn’t like the thought of her going out with some douchebag she didn’t know without being able to find her.
Call it being over protective, but I needed to make sure she’d always be okay.
“I’m coming to get you.”
I can hear the guy trying to talk to her as I drive to the bar that’s only a few blocks from my house.
Her voice is still in my ear as I put my car in park. Heading into the bar, I scan the room until I see her dark hair curled down her back.
She’s sitting on a barstool on the far end of the bar, some dickhead leaning close to her while she continues to talk to me.
“Weyley, come here.”
She says something unintelligible before she still turns her head towards the door. A sloppy grin spreads over her lips as she looks at me and I watch her slink off the barstool and head right for me.
This pisses the tool off.
As she reaches me, she wraps her arms around my neck. Her heels put her only a few inches shorter than me and I can smell the alcohol on her breath.
As I’m about to take my girl out of this damn bar, the dick that was hitting on her coming towards us.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks as he comes to a stop in front of us. I move her behind me because if he swings, I don’t want him touching her.
“The one who’s taking her home.”
He puts his hands to my chest and gives me a small shove. I don’t think twice as I give him a right hook to the jaw. His head snaps to the side and I can see his anger spread. He’s pissed that I hit him, but he’s even more pissed that I took Weylyn. He thought that he was going to get laid easily, but I intervened.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” I warn him.
Her hands tuck into the waistband at the back of my jeans and I can’t help but relish in the fact that it’s me she’s touching.
Sure, it will only last for the rest of the night, but a little of her is better than none at all.
His stare is burning into me and when he goes to move again, the bouncer comes to stand between us.
“It’s time for you to go.” He pushes the guy out the door behind us and I walk Weylyn to the bar. I know if we leave right now, I’ll get to deal with him again and I don’t need that shit.
I have a drunk girl to take home.
She is going to be pissed at herself tomorrow when she has a hangover from hell.
“Can I get some water for her?” I ask the bartender.
She’s new, so I don’t know her name yet, but I’m sure I’ll get to know her at some point.
This is the bar I come to most nights because it’s close enough to walk to. Rein and I can get plastered and still find our way home at the end of the night.
As the bartender sets the glass in front of Weylyn, I nudge her and she gives me a dirty look before she grabs the glass. I watch her as she chugs a bunch of it and I can’t help but smirk at her.
“I hate water.” She scrunches her nose and it’s cute as fuck.
“It’s good for you,” I state.
She rolls her eyes at me and I can only imagine the words she’s biting back right now.
“Sex is good for me.” She bites her lower lip and I can feel my dick jump in my jeans.
I want to be the one she’s taking home every night. The one she comes to when she wants sex. Instead, I get to be the one who picks up the pieces.
Like every other time.
“You want sex, I’ll be happy to oblige.” Her eyes stare into mine for a second before she turns her head away and takes another drink.
“Can you take me to your place?” It’s the same thing she asks me every time.
She doesn’t want to go home because she knows that she’ll get the third degree. From her parents, and then again from her brother when her parents tell him that she came home drunk. Again.
“Yeah, babe. Let’s get you to bed.”
She nods her head drunkenly before resting it on my shoulder. Leading her towards the door, I stop next to Hector the bouncer.
“I watched him get into a cab. You’re good.”
I slap him on the shoulder and thank him.
As we make it to the car, Weylyn trips and I grab onto her waist to keep her upright.
“Careful, babe,” I whisper in her ear as I pull her to me.
