Beneath Our Faults (19 page)

I twisted my body around so I was facing her. "Daisy and I are just friends," I stressed. "There is nothing going on between us. She would never give a guy like me a chance, she needs one of those guys who snuggle and shit."

"You're an idiot," she told me, slapping me upside my head. "People who are just friends don't look at each other like you guys do. It's obvious both of you have feelings for each other but are scared little pansies. Man up and do something about it."

"You're insane," I mumbled, under my breath, stretching my arms out.

"I’m right,” she corrected. “So you need to step up and do something. But if you hurt her, I will fuck you up,” she said.

"Damn Gabby, when did you get so hardcore?"

"I'm being serious, mean ass and you know Cora will be standing right beside me waiting for her turn," she replied, bumping me with her shoulder.

"The mighty wrath of Cora," I joked.

"I think you will be good for her. For some reason, she's the only person you're not an asshole to," she said, then stood up. "Just making sure you knew that, now maybe I'll find my own hot guy around this place," she laughed, walking away and leaving me alone with my thoughts of Daisy.

"Hey there, handsome," a voice I knew too well purred from beside me.

"What do you want, Piper?"

"You've been ignoring me.”

"I've been busy," I answered, taking a long drink. I was going to need more if I had to sit and deal with her shit.

"Oh please," she snarled, "busy my ass. I know you've tried to replace me, but you know nobody can do that."

"What I do is none of your business," I answered, sharply.

I tensed at the feel of her palm sliding across my knee. "Come on baby, can't we just go back to all the fun we used to have together?" The bony hand moved up my leg and her voice turned sultry. "We both know you loved everything I used to do. You remember how good I used to make you feel with my hands. With my mouth." Her hand moved from my knee over my crotch and started rubbing harder.

I grabbed her hand quickly and sprang up from the couch, glancing around to see if anyone else witnessed our interaction. "Stay the fuck away from me. What we had, it's over," I glared at her.

"Keegan," she breathed out, grabbing out for my arm but I batted her away.

"Save it," I seethed, trying to keep my voice as low as possible.. I sprinted up the stairs to the guest room, the same one I had taken Daisy to and flopped down onto the bed without even bothering to turn the light on. Smashing my head against the pillow, I asked myself what the fuck was wrong with me. Piper had just been all over my cock and I turned her down.

I chugged the rest of my drink. Lifting myself up, I stumbled to my bag and rifled through it until I found the bottle. I brought the rim of the bottle to my lips, not stopping until it was empty, and crashed back into bed.

The door clicked shut, waking me up from my drunken stupor. Every limb in my body froze up at the touch of a hand sliding underneath the blankets, going straight for my dick. The hand cupped me and started to massage me through my pants slowly. A deep grunt left my body and I moved up into the warm touch, wanting more. The bed indented and a small body lay down sideways, halfway on top of me. I shivered when warm lips brushed the side of my neck. My dreams about Daisy had been getting more frequent and dirtier.

"God baby," a light voice moaned, moving into me and brushing my neck again. "I have missed this so much."

My entire body froze and I grabbed the rubbing hand, prying it away from my body. "Get the fuck off of me," I warned through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to throw her off the bed.

"Come on, let me give you your Christmas present," the seductive voice cried out, rubbing her hand over my chest.

Shoving her off me, I jumped out of bed and turned on the light. "Get your fucking ass out of here."

"What the hell is your problem lately?" Piper tried to shove me but I didn't move. "You haven't been with me for months!"

"I never made you any promises."

"This is about your little bitch neighbor, isn't it?" She questioned, glaring at me through slanted eyes.

"Don't bring her into this shit," I groaned, running my hands through my hair.

She let out a harsh laugh. "I can't believe you're really ditching me for some little mutt named Daisy. Wow, you really have lost your fucking balls and your mind. I know the only reason why you even like her is because she's friends with Cora." she eyed me, skeptically. "Baby, if that's what you want, I'll be a friend with her too. In fact, I'll go apologize to her right now."

I grabbed her elbow stopping her. "Cora will probably stab you with her stiletto if you try to feed her some bullshit apology, now leave. I don't even know why you came tonight."

"I knew you would be here.” Her face turned soft. "I am in love with you."

Goddamn, Piper proclaiming her love for me was the last fucking thing I needed to deal with. My head started spinning and I leaned into the wall for assistance. The girl was just mad that she wasn't getting what she wanted and she wasn't used to that. Daddy's little girl always got what she wanted.

"You're drunk," I said and she shook her head in denial. "You can't be in love with me because we've never even HAD A RELATIONSHIP!"

She dropped down on the bed and huffed. "You're a freaking idiot if you don't think what we had wasn't a relationship.”

"Clue the fuck in, Piper. Our relationship was sex. We fucked. That's it, nothing more. I've never even taken you on a date before. I know you're not that damn naive."

"Keegan," she moaned out, unzipping the side of her dress, allowing it to fall down to her waist, revealing her see-through black bra. "If you don't want to have a relationship with me, that's fine. But at least give me something tonight. We will consider it a goodbye."

I gulped, taking in the sight before me. Her breasts were perked up nicely and I could see the outline of her nipples. My eyes moved south to the bare stomach I had run my lips down countless times. It would be so easy for me to slide down those tiny panties and bend her over the bed. Shit, no one would ever have to find out.

I closed the gap between the two of us and she smiled in victory. "Piper," I groaned out, sliding my hands down her waist and she pressed into me. My fingers tightened around her, picking her up in the air and carrying her through the room until I reached the door. She looked down at me surprised before I opened the door, setting her outside the room, still half naked.

"Stay the fuck away from me," I hissed, slamming the door in her face and locking it just in case she had any other ideas. My lungs released a sharp breath and I heard a harsh "fuck you" from the other side of the door. Shaking my head, I turned out the light and dropped back down on the bed, rubbing the back of my neck in exhaustion.

I
STOOD
at the end of my bed, staring down at the tiny slivers of fabric displayed in front of me. My favorite metallic green swimsuit was waiting for me to decide its fate; whether it got to accompany me or get thrown back into my dresser where it belonged. I picked up the suit, examining the two pieces before tossing it back onto my bed in frustration. Why was I so worked up about a damn bathing suit?

Screw it.

I snatched them and threw the suit into my bag before I had a chance to change my mind. Just because I brought it didn't mean I had to actually put it on.

I looked up the weather on my phone and the forecast said it was going to be snowing the entire time we were going to be in Tennessee, which made me excited because we weren't getting anything in Atlanta. Shuffling into my closet, I grabbed my snow boots, shoved them in my bag and zipped it up. My phone chirped and I grabbed it.

CORA: Leaving Lane's now enroute to your casa chicka

ME: Sounds good. See you in a few.

I picked up my bag, struggling as I dragged it off the bed. I really needed to hit the gym and get some muscles. The doorbell rang.and I looked out my doorway.

"Keegantor is here!" Sophia's high-pitched voice sang from downstairs. I pulled my suitcase by the handle and it bumped each stair on my way down.

Keegan stood in the entry way chuckling. "I figured I better come make sure you weren't going to try to bail on us," he said, grabbing my bag from me. "Jesus, is there a small child in this thing?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I have my midget boyfriend in there I'm sneaking in with me."

"Kinky, I like it."

"What does kinky mean?" Sophia asked, stepping in between the two of us.

"It means smiles," Keegan answered, looking very proud of his answer.

"That's not true," I rushed out. "That's a bad word you're not allowed to say."

"What the hell was wrong with my answer?" Keegan asked when we walked out the front door to Lane's Escalade.

I turned around to look at him. "Smile? Was that the best you could come up with? Just wait until she tells my aunt that watching cartoons makes her kinky. Good answer then?"

"Point proven," he agreed, stopping me and grabbing me around the waist before we reached the car. "You are going to have fun on this trip, even if I have to force it out of you."

C
ORA COUGHED
and downed the shot of tequila. "Blugh, it sucks we don't have blackmail on you, Daisy." The four of us were seated around the kitchen table, a bottle of tequila planted in the middle. A shot glass was filled to the rim with the dark liquid in front of each one of us, with the exception of the one Cora just drained.

It was my first time playing the drinking game, Never Have I Ever, and never did I ever want to play it again. If you wanted to call someone out or worm your way into their deepest, darkest secrets, this was the game for you. I pointed over to her. "Or it sucks I don't have any blackmail on any of you. It's like three against one over here," I replied, the slur in my voice prevalent. "It's hard to play this game when you don't know people's weaknesses.”

Lane grabbed Cora's shot glass, refilling it. "Your turn, baby," he said, setting the glass back on the table.

"Thank you, Jesus," she moaned out, leaning her chin on her knuckle, thinking. "Never have I ever," she paused, "had a threesome." The words rushed out of her mouth so fast they sounded like one.

Keegan let out a deep groan, winked at us and was not surprisingly the only person in the room who reached out for their glass. Of course, he's had a threesome. The boy probably participated in routine orgies at his house while I was next door sleeping.

A tiny twinge of pain lurked into my thoughts of him touching them in ways he would never touch me. Keegan and I were just friends, I always told myself and everyone else. Sure, he did flirt with me from time to time, but he flirted with
everyone
that had a vagina. I was just his neighbor.

I shook my head and fixated on him lifting the slender shot glass to his lips, tipping his head back and draining it like a pro. A bang erupted as he slammed his glass down on the wooden table and he started laughing.

Everyone stared at him, clueless as to what was so funny. His torso tilted and he leaned back into his chair with his arms folded behind his neck. He eyed Cora before pointing his index finger at her. "That was a fucking test," he boomed, " a mother fucking test."