The Wrong Girl Read online




  M. PIPER

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  Prologue

  Levi

  I’m not certain how I get myself into these situations. Following home the one girl I’m not allowed to touch, unable to keep my thoughts G rated. Everything was going great tonight until Kat texted that she needed someone to walk her sister home from the party. I wouldn’t have done it, but she was frantic because she told me Finley was plastered beyond belief and needed someone to keep her safe on her walk home. She doesn’t look plastered beyond belief. Maybe a little tipsy. But I’ve seen way worse.

  “It’s so dark.” Finley giggles, almost tripping over her feet on the sidewalk.

  “Take those heels off,” I tell her, annoyed that I wasn’t really needed tonight. More annoyed that I can’t tear my eyes from her ass. I’ve been so good my entire life not touching what I’m not allowed to have. Keeping my eyes off the girl I’ve pined after since I was old enough to know what it felt like to be attracted to a girl.

  But come on, I’m only a man. And I’m allowed to dream.

  “Here,” she says, tossing them back at me and I scramble to grip the straps before they topple to the ground.

  Goddammit, how did I get stuck on drunk little sister duty?

  “Watch out, “I blurt just before she falls over a branch that’s jutting up from the sidewalk. My hands drop her shoes right before gripping her hips and I manage to yank her back to me before she face-plants to the concrete. I try not to think about how well the swell of her ass feels against my dick. I really try not to think about how her flesh would feel underneath me. But a man only has so much control when it comes to hot women and that part of his body.

  “I’m okay,” she says, then puffs out a breath and starts walking again. The longer we walk, the better her sway looks.

  And again, don’t think about her ass.

  “You wanna come in?” she asks, turning and walking backward up to her sorority house’s front door.

  “Uh…” Yes! “I shouldn’t.”

  “Right. But that’s not what I asked.” She bites her lip and leans back against the door. Her eyes are surprisingly more clear than when I picked her up, and she’s not swaying like her world is spinning anymore, which is a good sign.

  I chuckle and rub my jaw, slowly walking towards her.

  “Tempting,” I mutter, almost so she can’t hear me. So fucking tempting. The legs on this girl go for days and her lips would look hot as fuck wrapped around my di—

  “Oopf!” I hear, pulling me from my daydream about Finley sucking me off. My wide eyes fly to where she’s currently lying just inside the door.

  “The hell, Finley?!” Maggie, one of the sorority sisters, screams, holding the door in her hand.

  “God,” Finley moans, holding her head. “Fuck, Mags, I was leaning on that.”

  “Yeah, well I’m late to the party. Are you not going?”

  “We just got back.” Finley shifts, sitting up more and wincing when her fingers rub her scalp. Maggie’s eyes fly to me and she instantly forgets about her friend on the ground.

  “Levi, it’s good seeing you again,” she practically purrs as she saunters over to me, which makes me roll my eyes hard as I walk past her and hold out my hand to Finley. From what I’ve heard, Maggie’s as much of a friend to Finley as fucking Batman was to Superman. I don’t trust her as far as I can spit.

  “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

  She takes my hand and I help her up, wrapping my arm around her. We head to the kitchen on the way to her room and she leans her head on my shoulder as I get her an ice pack from the freezer. She feels way too good being this close and she shouldn’t. She’s my best friend’s little sister and I made a promise.

  “Thanks,” she mumbles, sitting on her bed finally.

  “Anything for the little sister, Squirt” I say, smirking. I know how much she’s hated that nickname but I’ll always love how it makes her look at me. Like she’s trying to decide whether or not it’s a good thing I have such a twisted nickname for her.

  “Could you not call me that? It’s creepy.” She shifts to scoot back towards her headboard, tucking her long legs under her. Long, toned, tanned legs that years ago I never thought she’d grow into. And now? Fuck.

  “You’re my best friend’s little sister. It’s correct. That’s what it is.” I keep throwing it at her, because maybe it’ll stop her from coming on to me. I can’t continue to turn the woman down, because God if she’s not the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

  “Right, but I’m also Finley. And I’m not ‘little,’ either. I’m twenty-two. I’m graduating college in a few months. I’m more than the little sister.”

  “Trust me, I know.” I sigh and walk over to her. “How’s your head?” I whisper, reaching out to move the ice pack. Her eyes hit mine and I’m locked in this trance that I know I should pull myself out of, but I couldn’t if I tried. “Finley,” I whisper a warning just as her eyes flit down to my lips. She smirks and before I know what’s happening, her arms are around my neck and her lips are on mine.

  And I’m not mad about it.

  “Finally,” she moans, giggling as I push her back on the bed.

  “We shouldn’t,” I mutter on her lips as I crawl over her. She shifts to stretch out under me as her lips taste mine. Her tongue darts out, parting my lips and I groan when her hands push into my jeans. “Fuck, Finley.”

  “Don’t think about it,” she whispers, wriggling my pants off me. Next goes my shirt and her lips suck and kiss their way down my chest as I hover over her.

  “Fuck,” is all I can say when her palm wraps around my cock that’s already hard. How can I not think about this?

  When she bites onto my lip and starts stroking me, I lose it.

  Truth be told, I lost it when I decided to walk in this house tonight. I was already coming in before she fell; this just gave me more of a reason to get in her room.

  Fuck being my best friend’s little sister, I’ve never been good at keeping promises.

  I push her hair off her shoulder, trailing my lips down her soft, sweet skin. Inhaling, a sweet scent as my nose trails down the crook of her neck. Goosebumps rise on her skin and she lets out a sigh when I push the strap of her dress off her shoulder.

  “Sit up,” I command and she does as I ask immediately so I can rid her of the barriers between us. Her dress and panties are soon laying on her bedroom floor and again I’m back at it. Tasting parts of her body that I’ve been dreaming about since the day she turned eighteen.

  Years. I’ve wanted to do this with her for fucki
ng years.

  “Oh God,” she gasps when I drag my finger down her stomach and part her pussy for me. “Yes,” hisses from her lips when I slide two fingers inside her.

  “Goddamn, Finley.” I curse again, lowering my lips to her inner thigh as her walls clench around my fingers. “So fucking sexy.” I push my lips to the apex of her leg. “So mother fucking wet.” I curl my fingers and press my tongue against her swollen clit, forcing a loud moan from her. Her hands go tight in my hair and her hips pivot up to me for more contact.

  I fall back a bit, chuckling and licking my lips as she looks at me through hooded eyes.

  “Fuck me,” she demands, forcing me to laugh.

  “Such a lady,” I whisper, crawling up her body. “I have a hard time telling ladies no.” I push into her in one solid thrust and she cries out. “Holy fuck,” I mutter, pivoting my hips back and pushing deeper into her. Fuck, fuck, fuck she feels better than I expected.

  “God, Levi. Oh my God.” Her fingernails scratch on my back and her legs lock around me. “Oh my God, it’ feels so good.”

  Yeah, dangerously good. The type of fucking good that I can’t just have once.

  I pump into her, dipping my head to trace my tongue around her nipples. She feels too good. Way too good. The type of good that makes you want to keep going. To keep doing it.

  Over. And over.

  And that’s a bad thing.

  “Oh yes,” she moans and I can feel her tightening around me. My own orgasm starts to spiral through me, starting at my core and spinning out until every part of me is buzzing. She screams out, her legs trembling around me and her pussy clenching around my dick, milking me as I come.

  “Ah, Fuck!” I belt out, panting and sweaty.

  “Ohhhh,” she says, then falls into a fit of sighs and giggles as I collapse to her side on the bed, trying to catch my breath. The weight of what we just did…and what I want to continue to do…starting to weigh heavy on me. I pull in a ragged breath and wrap my arms around her.

  “Finley, you can’t tell your sister about that.”

  Chapter 1

  Finley

  Five years later

  Boxes.

  I hate packing. I hate clothes. I have too many things to pack away. When I decided to haul ass to Florida for this job, I didn’t consider everything I would be bringing with me. Who needs a shelf full of old snow globes in Florida? Maybe I could leave them here.

  “Mom, you’re not going to care if we just leave this the way it is, right?” I throw my hands to my hips and turn to look at her. My mother cocks her head and gives it a little shake.

  “Bring it or Goodwill it. I’m taking this room back as my office.” She pats my shoulder and takes a deep breath. I know she’s worried about this move. I know she’d rather I stay here, close to home, but I can’t. This is too good of a job to pass up. This is the exact reason I went to school and will be paying off student loans for the rest of my life.

  “Fine,” I mutter, tossing them in my box. I don’t have the energy right now to decide what part of my past I’m going to throw away. I love these snow globes. My dad would buy them for me each holiday, each birthday, each graduation. Any reason he could get me one he would. He had to build these shelves in my room just to support all of them.

  I hear my mom sigh and turn around. The worry lines crease her face and I pause, connecting my gaze with hers. Words aren’t needed. She knows she can’t keep me here, and I know I need to go. But that doesn’t help the pit of my stomach feeling like fire because I’m leaving her alone. Guilt. I hate guilt.

  “You’re going to do great things, Finley,” she says, pushing her lips together.

  “You can visit whenever you want. A free stay on the beach.” I give her a brave smile and she lets out a soft laugh.

  “I’ll be okay here. Don’t worry about me.” She sighs heavy and nods. “I think I need a break.” I watch as she turns and walks out of the room and stand there, in my bedroom, staring at the carpet.

  I decided this.

  I’m the one leaving to better my life.

  I shouldn’t feel guilty.

  This is my childhood home. Sure, I’m in my mid twenties and just now moving out, but when cancer took my dad three years ago I never even considered leaving my mom. I had just graduated college when he got sick. I moved back here immediately. His death hit me hard, but it hit her harder. There was no way in hell I would have left her back then. So I stayed. I stayed here and I took care of her when she needed me just like she took care of me every time I needed her growing up. Now she’s going to be alone for the first time in her life and I worry she’s going to fall back into the depression she worked so hard to claw herself out of.

  When my dad got sick my mom was the strongest person I’ve ever met. Their love was a love that I know I’ll never have. That type of love doesn’t happen anymore, people don’t stay in love. They don’t stay attracted to one another. I’ve seen too many of my friends parents fall into the trap of thinking they have their HEA then BAM! Divorce.

  My parents were the exception to that rule. They loved hard each and every day of their lives. Sure they fought, but what couple doesn’t? What made them work was the fact that they made up after every fight, whether or not they agreed with each other. My dad gave me two key pieces of advice on his death bed.

  One: Don’t settle. Live your dreams and don’t let anyone or anything stop you.

  And two: Don’t go to bed angry.

  Those words have stuck with me since that horrible day. That’s why when the phone call came and I was offered the job at the Florida Everglades Parks and Recreation Department, I knew what I had to do.

  I had to say yes. I had to move.

  So here I stand. In the bedroom I’ve lived in since I was born. The bedroom that I could come home to when I was in college just to get away from the sorority drama.

  The bedroom that I now lay awake in at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what’s going to happen with my life. A new city. Hell, a new state. No friends. No family.

  Just me.

  “I’m making some lunch, you hungry?” My mom pops her head around the corner and just the thought of food makes my stomach growl loudly.

  “Yeah, thanks,” I say, grabbing another snow globe off the wall and glancing at it before putting it in the box.

  A small smile plays on my lips at the memory.

  ***

  “Fin! We’re heading out, will you be okay for a little bit?” Kat, my sister, swings my door open and I twist off my bed like I wasn’t just staring at the latest One Direction video on my laptop on repeat, dreaming of a date with Harry Styles.

  I glance at the boy behind her and have to look away.

  Levi Walsh.

  Her best friend. I’m only two years younger than them but just the height on this guy makes me feel like he’s way older than us. He’s nice. I think my sister likes him more than just friends but who am I to say? I’m just the awkward teenager with a boy band obsession.

  “I’m fine,” I snip defensively.

  She walks in when her eyes hit my computer screen.

  “Fin, what are you watching?” She spins the laptop before I can stop her and starts to laugh, glancing back at Levi. “God, I’m glad we have better taste in music than this shit.”

  His eyebrows pinch together briefly before masking the typical unfazed look he wears. Levi’s been my sister’s best friend since I can remember so I should feel more like a sister to him than anything…but I don’t. I don’t look at him as a brother, because I’m fairly certain girls aren’t supposed to have crushes on their brothers.

  “Go,” I blurt. “Get out of my room!”

  She laughs and pushes him out but not before I notice him glancing around the room and his eyes land on the snow globes.

  “Nice collection,” he says with Kat’s hands on his back, trying to push him out.

  He’s not budging and she’s growing annoyed at this entire situa
tion.

  “Thanks,” I mutter, feeling too young. Too naive. Too stupid for him.

  His eyes hit mine and for a moment I think he’s going to say something else but he doesn’t. He smiles briefly before pacifying my sister and walking out, closing the door behind them.

  I wish he would have just said it…

  I spend the rest of the day in my room, definitely not watching One Direction videos or doing anything that would make me seem like a stupid, young girl. I paint my toes, shave my legs, toss on a dress, and decide tonight I’m going to go to the movies.

  With myself.

  Girls can do that!

  As I’m texting my mom to let her know where I’ll be, there’s a knock on my bedroom door.

  “Yeah?” I call out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear as I check my makeup in the mirror.

  Okay, so maybe wearing makeup and a dress just to go to the movies is a little extreme, but whatever. Mandi Baun said that girls need to look like this when they go out if they ever want to get a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend…

  The door flings open and where I expect to see my mom or dad standing, Levi’s there. With a box in his hands.

  “I thought you were with Kat,” I say, confused why he’s in my room without her. He and I get along but it’s always just a passing ‘hey’ or ‘how’s it going’ on his way to hang out with my sister. He’s not mean, just quiet.

  “Uh…” His eyes flick to the box then to me and they widen a bit. “Where are you going looking like that?” He steps into my room and my stomach flutters. Levi Walsh. In my room. I’m sixteen! And there’s a senior boy in my room! A senior boy that looks like…him!

  “I’m going to a movie.” I cross my arms in front of me then notice his eyes flick to my chest and heat rises to my cheeks.

  “With a date?” I can’t tell the tone he’s using but I think I like it.

  “No. By myself.” I shrug and nod towards the box in his hands. “You want me to give that to Kat for you?”

  “Oh, um…” He sets it on my desk. “It’s just something I had at home. Thought you’d like it.” He smiles briefly before heading back to the door. “And Finley?” I glance up at him, pulling my eyes away from the box, and he looks pointedly at me. “You look good, but I think you look better without all the makeup.” He smirks at me before leaving me alone in my room.