Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 15

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Heath's Pov

"WHERE IS MY MONEY YOU DUMB BITCH!"

I hear over my music that's blaring in my room blocking out the sound of my asshole foster father yelling from downstairs.

Home to take his cut of the three foster kids him and his wife Melissa are supposed to take care of.

Melissa does her part the best she can without David stealing what he felt he deserved for taking in "ghetto kids." His words not hers.

The weekend was over faster than I would have liked. I laying down on my small twin bed on a Sunday afternoon with nothing else better to do but tossing a football in the air.

As I tried to drown out the shouts from an alcoholic moron.

The texture of the pigskin connecting with my fingers as I catch it from hitting my face.

My mind constantly playing over a cute little auburn brunette as I think about how her and Beau's date went.

My mind replaying what I said to her, we want you gatita. All of us.

And it was the truth. I knew I have an attraction towards the girl. Her cute little attitude that made my cock ache with the thought of fucking it out of her.

The way she went toe to toe with Sin. Never backing down. Most guys as big as me wouldn't even cross that line.

I knew Sin liked her too. I would catch the way his eyes lingered on her body before looking away quick before anyone could catch him.

I also adored the way she never made fun of how shy Beau was. Or the fact she wasn't using him to devirginize him. Like how most of the girls at school seem to want too do.

She's patient with him, and that turn me on too. I liked how she was just as flirtatious back with me as I was with her.

Anything to get her to give me a white teeth grin that showed off the dimple in her left cheek.

Fuck, she is perfect to me.

She has constantly been in my mind since I met her. Someone would say I was crazy to like her as much as I did for knowing her only a little short while. But if crazy is wrong I don't want to be right.

So here I am obsessing over someone I probably can never have. She may not choose me. Even though the idea of Stevie with Beau doesn't make me jealous like I thought it would.

The idea of her with some random does.

But her, Beau, and me. It kind of sends a intriguing picture to the forefront of my brain that I can't seem to shake.

The idea of us sharing her, an interest I thought I would never have. I mean I am not gay, never really been attracted to the idea, and I have no issues with gay men.

Whatever gets you off.

But the idea of me, my best friend, and a girl we both like. Alerts my dick awake, hard as steel from that tempting picture. Turning me on like no amount of porn ever could.

Interesting.

My thoughts are interrupted as a presence hesitantly enters my room. Cute little red tuff of hair is the first thing I see.

It brings a small little grin to my lips. "You can come in MK know need to hide in the hall." I say jokingly to my foster sister.

Mary-Katherine, MK for short, pokes her head in the doorway to give me a small smile as she makes her way in. The smile never matching her old soul like eyes.