Clay has made his fair share of bad choices. Some, in which landed him in jail for a short time. One thing was certain, Clay was going to get Amy to fall for him. He was determined to have Amy for his own.
When Amy moved in with her mother, Clay was hooked instantly but never made a move. Years of hiding his true desires for her, his secret was finally out when he found out Amy was seeing his friend Seth.
This hot-headed bad boy wasn't playing any games and was determined to take what he wanted. If it took beating the living hell out of her boyfriend, Clay was willing to do what needed to be done. Despite the continuous rejection and submission from Amy, Clay couldn't stay away from her.
Clay must fight for what he really wants.
I walked inside and looked around her room. "Yeah? Were you really with friends?" I lowered my head and shoved my hands in my pockets. That was really the calmest I'd been with her in the past forty-eight hours. I guess the time I spent with Sky did help more than I thought. I wasn't so quick to lash out at her. "Or were you with Seth?"
She peeled off her knee-high boots and tossed them in front of the bed. "I was out with friends," she sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me about you and Seth?"
She let out a hard breath and slid to the middle of her bed. "It's late, Clay. I'm way too tired to have this conversation again." She looked at her feet and rubbed them. "Damn," she groaned.
She ran her fingers through her hair and shrugged her shoulder. "My feet are killing me." She went back to rubbing her foot.
I cleared my throat and sat on her bed. I sighed and looked at her for a second. "Come here," I whispered.
She gave me a side glance, remaining in defense mode. "Why?"
"God, just come here," I huffed, turning a little and gently grabbed her foot.
"What are you doing, Clay?" I didn't say anything. I just looked at her foot before I took it in my hand. I could see her looking at me out the corner of my eye when I massaged her. "Oh god," she moaned. I felt her shift in the bed a little. "That feels so good." Her feet were so petite in my large hands, making me smile a little. I stared at her foot while I rubbed it, but my gaze couldn't help but go up the length of her leg, stopping at the hem of her skirt. She moaned and whimpered while I continued trying to relieve the stress from her boots. "Um…thanks," she whispered, and I looked at her. "Why can't you be this Clay? I miss this Clay," she sighed, smiling a little. I didn't say anything. I didn't bring up the fact that I hated she was fucking Seth. I couldn't bring up the fact that I wanted to fuck her right there. "I didn't expect to see you after you left."
"Well, you did say you hated me," I reminded her.
She sighed and put her other foot on my leg. "I…was pissed, Clay. You keep trying to tell me what to do. I…I was sick of it."
I turned my head a little before starting on her other foot. "So, you really don't hate me?"
She looked at her foot in my hands and adjusted her pillows, stacking them before relaxing against them. "Where did you go?"
"Just like you, out," I groaned, looking at her feet again.
"I went to the club with Jackie and Sara. Your turn." I turned my head to look at her again, locking my fingers in between her toes. "Fuck, don't do that," she squealed, trying to kick me away. She hit my arms, and I released her feet. "Damn, I hate when you used to do that. You jerk," she hissed. She put her feet back on my legs. "Do it right," she ordered, laughing a little. She watched me rub her foot again and put her hands on her knees. "Seriously, where did you go?"
"The bar," I answered when Sky popped into my head.
"The bar? You didn't ride your bike drunk, did you?" I could hear the hint of panic and worry in her voice.
I shook my head. "You know I don't get drunk easily. I had a few shots, and I played a couple of guys in a game of pool."
"Did you take their money?" she giggled.
I laughed a little and nodded. "You know I did."
She relaxed against her pillows again and watched my hands. "I don't understand why you don't do it professionally. You could make a lot more money."
"That's not as fun." She sighed, and I looked at her. "What?"
"I really do miss this. You have no idea how much I missed you when you went to jail. Your dad was talking about leaving you in there, but…I begged him not to."
"You did?" I stopped massaging her foot and just held it.
"Yeah. I get mad at you, Clay, but I was…lost when you were gone."
I swallowed past the nervousness in my throat and looked at her feet again. "That's hard to believe. You did have Seth after all."
She pulled her foot from my grip and sat up. "I didn't get with Seth to…replace you." She stood up and paced a little. "Why do you keep doing this? We had a nice moment, but you have to go and ruin it." She looked at me. "Just because I'm with Seth doesn't mean I don't need my big brother sometimes."
"But Seth, Amy, why?"
"Would you rather have me date some asshole?"
An asshole like me, you mean? I looked at the space in between my feet and shook my head. I hated she was with him, but Seth was a good guy. He was a better man than I was at the moment. "I'm going to go to bed," I sighed, slowly standing.
"Clay," she whispered.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore." I stood at her door and turned my head a little in her direction. "I'll end up saying something to make you hate me again." Before she could say anything else, I left her room.
This book was added to our catalog on Sunday 12 November, 2017.