“Who is it?” I ask her calmly.

But she doesn’t respond. I should just walk out this door. I’m not in the mood for these games.

“It’s me,” I hear behind me and before I even turn around, I know who it is. Fuck…me.

Of all the women in town, my little sister picks her friend that I’ve had to keep the fuck away from ever since I’ve known her. She was tempting even when we were in high school. Me a senior and her a freshmen. I remember watching her walk up and down the halls of Knox High. She swung her hips back then like it was nobody’s business. My friends all used to drool over the skinny cheerleaders. Nope, not me. I would spank it to thoughts of Megan. My little sister’s best friend. Damn, I remember fighting with myself to stay away from her. She was younger than me and it was wrong. I haven’t seen her in a while, probably because I try to avoid her.

I turn around and paste a smile to my face. Once I see her, my smile drops and I suck in a deep breath, but it’s like I can’t get any air. My eyes still on her, I bend over with my hands on my knees, like I’ve been punched in the gut. I feel light headed. Am I going to pass out? Fuck, I’ve never had this reaction to a woman before.

She rushes toward me. “Oh my God, Abby. I told you that you should’ve warned him. He’s going to have a heart attack.” She reaches to touch me, but I pull away from her.

She pulls back her hands and holds them up. I look into her face and see the pain I’ve already caused her. Her face is so white it almost matches her dress and cape. “I’m sorry, Jackson. It’s fine. I don’t have to be your date.”

She starts to turn away, but I grab on to her hand. “No, you’re going with me,” I mutter to her.

“What is wrong with you, Jackson?” Abby puts her hand on my shoulder. I can tell she’s pissed off. I’ve upset her friend, but she doesn’t know the reason I reacted this way. I look back at Megan. She’s pure beauty. I’ve been able to hold myself back in the past. But looking at her the way she does right now, I don’t stand a chance.

I stand back up, hoping that they don’t notice my hard cock pressing against the leg of my pants.

Ignoring Abby’s question, I tell Megan, “You look beautiful.” And she does. She’s all innocence in her angel costume. She has on a short white dress that comes mid-thigh. Her dress is cut low and the top is so formfitting it’s like it’s cupping her breasts, putting them on full display. A white cape hangs over her shoulders and she brushes her blond curls away from her face. The halo above her head just makes me want to do all kinds of wicked things to her. Her eyes are wide looking back at me and she’s nibbling on her lush cherry lips.

She slides her hands down her dress, and I watch the path they go. “I’m sorry, Jackson. Abby shouldn’t have sprung this on you. I really don’t care if I go to this party tonight. I was just willing to help out. But it’s probably better if you go without me.”

I bring my gaze back up to her face. Where her skin was a milky white only moments ago, now it’s a bright red. I hate that I’ve handled it this way.

“No, I want you to go. I need you to go with me,” I tell her honestly. Yep, I definitely need her to go with me.

Holding her hand in mine, I feel like I’m trying to catch my breath. I can see the shock in her face, but I don’t let go of her.

“Soooo, uh, are we good here? ‘Cause I need to get ready,” Abby interrupts me. When I finally take my eyes off Megan and look at Abby, I see the sly look on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing here.

“Yes, we’re good,” I tell her and then turn back to Megan. “What do you say? Will you be my date tonight?”

I pull both her hands down to my sides, tugging her closer to me. She has her head leaned back to look at me. She’s so much smaller than me that it makes every one of my protective instincts ignite.

She steps back and pulls her hands from mine. “We don’t have to do this, Jax. I don’t want to make anything harder for you tonight than it already is going to be.” When she says my name that way, her way, I about heft her over my shoulder to find the closest bedroom. She shortened my name when I first met her years ago. She’s the only one that calls me that. The only one I allow to anyway.

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