Devil's Advocate (The Big Bad Bullies series) Book 1

Chapter Five

Tatum...

I walk into my house, shut the door, then slide down it. I touch my lips, remembering our make-out session. I feel my cheeks warm from the thought.

Ugh, I need a cold shower.

Yes, even women need to take a nice cold shower sometimes to cool off her libido. A woman can get horny too!

I head into my room. It's only a few steps away from the front door. My room is at the front of the house while my mom's room is all the way in the back, near the kitchen. We live in a two bedrooms, two bathrooms house.

Thankfully, I get my own bathroom, so I don't have to share with my mom.

When I walk into my room, I grab the biggest t-shirt I have and a seamless thong on the way to the bathroom.

When I step into the shower, I turn the dial to freezing.

How could his touch possibly affect me this much? I feel him all over me.

When I wash my body with a bar of soap, I imagine his hands doing it for me. I place the soap a little lower and I moan. I pick up the pace and rub a little quicker while my breathing picks up. I'm shaking and panting with so much sexual tension built up. The last thing I think of before I orgasm was Bennett's hand around my throat.

I try to catch my breath. What the hell is wrong with me?

I step out of the shower, exhausted after such a long day. My lifeguarding job at the beach starts back up tomorrow. I've worked there every summer since throughout highschool trying to save as much cash for college as I can.

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I wake up the next morning, not even remembering falling asleep. I still have my towel on, so I must have just passed out while watching Siesta Key. I look at the time-

"Shit, I'm late," I say in panic.

I hurry out of bed and put on my one piece uniform and grab some flip-flops off the floor. When I get downstairs, I see my mom unconscious on the couch with half a bottle of tequila hanging out of her hand. I reach for it and place it on the counter, then cover her up with a blanket.

This happens a lot. Almost every morning, I find her like this. It's sad.

I get to my dad's old Mustang and crank the engine. And of course, today of all days, it doesn't wanna fucking start. I slam my palms on the wheel and scream.

"Are you okay?" someone asks next to my window. I scream and look up to find Beau peering down at me. I put my hands on my chest where my heart was beating a mile a minute.

"Where the hell did you come from, Beau? Are you stalking me?" I exclaimed, I'm already fed up with this morning.

"I was just driving back from the beach and heard you scream," he laughs.

His hair is still wet, standing in front of my opened car door, wearing nothing but swim trunks. My eyes make it all the way down his body and stop at his sharp v- line for a little too long. He clears his throat and I jerk my attention back to his chiseled face.

"Do you need a ride?" He asks with a infuriating grin. I guess he saw me staring. Great! Another thing to add to my list of shitty things that happened this morning.

"Uh no thanks, I'll walk," I say, getting my bag for work and starting off down the road towards the beach, which is about a mile from my house.

"Come on!" he shouts from behind me.