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  Fire In Her Eyes

  Amanda Heath

  Copyright 2013 by Amanda Heath

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art by Amanda Heath

  Chapter 1

  Harley

  “Hey, Harley, is that Spencer Grady moving back into his mom’s house?” Paige asks me from the front seat of her car.

  “Yeah that would be the king of assholes himself,” I sigh. My summer just went from stellar to bummer in five seconds.

  “Ugh, why do you have to live next door to such a creep?” She’s talking while chewing her gum and twirling her hair around her index finger. It’s an endearing quality I find in her. “Oh lord, the assholes have reunited! Dean seems to be back as well.”

  “Our summer is going to suck with them back together. You know they have to hang out in the same places we do,” I shudder. I can’t stand Spencer. I hate him with every fiber of my being.

  “Maybe we should just hang out at each other’s houses.” She turns her head to look back at me. “Well, I have to go. I’ll call you later or something so we can hangout.”

  I smile back and nod my understanding. I stand up and back away from the car so she can pull out of my driveway.

  Paige has been one of my best friends since kindergarten; one of three best friends. There is also Carter and Lucy. I haven’t had a chance to see the other two yet since I just got back into town last night. It will be great to all be together again. I haven’t seen them since spring break a couple of months back.

  I hear a loud crash and whip in that direction. Spencer is standing there staring at me. I can’t help but to stare back. He is so gorgeous. His black as night hair shines in the sun. It’s short and spiked up in the front, in that faux hawk guys seem to think is hot. Well, maybe it is on him. I can’t see his pale blue eyes from here, but I bet they are just as icy as I remember. His face, oh his face. If I didn’t know him I would be in love with that face, with its high cheekbones, full lips, and dimples that show when he smiles. It’s the face of an angel, even though he’s a freaking demon.

  I shake my head. No. I am not having these kinds of thoughts about my worst enemy. He is still staring at me so I flip him the bird. Dean starts laughing so I flip him the bird as well. They both can rot in hell for all I care.

  Turning on my heel, I head into my house: the house where I have spent my entire life with my dad and two older brothers. My mom passed away a long time ago. That was the hardest day of my life. I was six years old. She dropped me off at school that morning, even told me she loved me and she would see me later that day. She killed herself shortly after those words were said.

  As I walk into the door, I slip off my flip flops. The familiar smell of coffee and hardwood floors greet me. My dad runs a tight ship. He was in the Marines before he met my mother and settled down. The house is spotless and nothing is out of place in the big living room. The white couch is stainless and just as bright as the day Dad bought it. The huge flat screen TV is polished to a perfect shine. No dust clings to the lamp shades on either side of the couch. Every book on the bookshelf in the back corner is in alphabetical order without a trace of dust. Yeah, Daddy is a total neat freak.

  I hear voices coming from the kitchen, so I head that way. Both of my brothers are here along with my dad. The second I walk into the room they are up hugging me. I’m squished between the two and I find myself losing air. “I can’t breathe!” I exclaim.

  “Sorry, Ley, I just missed you. It’s not fun around here without you to pick on,” my oldest brother, Benton, says to me.

  “Well, I’m not sorry. I missed the hell out of you!” This comes from my other brother, Dakota.

  “Well, the only one I missed was Daddy. I can’t stand you two,” I say with a cheeky grin.

  “Now, honey, just because I’m your favorite doesn't mean you have to be mean to these two.” Daddy matches my grin.

  The boys laugh and we all sit down at the table. Dakota loves to cook so I’m happy he stopped by to welcome me home. He is two years older than me and was my partner in crime all throughout our childhood. He’s very handsome with his shaggy black hair that curls around his ears and his piercing green eyes that more than one of my friends have drooled over. Yes, it is totally annoying.

  Benton is four years older than me and my protector from evil. He’s always been there for me, but he’s not over bearing. I wasn't afraid that my brothers would act like idiots if I brought a boyfriend around. They were always cool about me dating. He is also quite handsome, with short black hair and laughing green eyes.

  Daddy is tall and super built. His hair is that salt and pepper grey you see on older gentleman. The boys are spitting images of him. I, on the other hand, am a spitting image of my mother. I used to worry that I would remind him of her and make him sad. That was never the case. He says that I have my own beauty that sets me apart from my mother. I love that about him. He always knows what to say to make you feel better.

  “So, did you hear that Spencer is home for the summer as well?” Daddy asks me while eyeing me over the top of his coffee cup.

  “No. I didn’t hear that. I had the unpleasant misfortune of seeing him in person,” I respond, scowling. He knew this whole time Spencer was coming home for the summer. I’ve always had a suspicion that he’s screwing Spencer’s mom.

  “Well, I want you two getting along this summer, you hear? By that I mean I don’t want to hear any of that fighting and carrying on that you guys seem so fond of.” He gives me his stern look and I cringe.

  “Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard since I don’t plan on being anywhere near him.” I reflect his stern look, and I swear he winked at me.

  Spencer

  “I can’t believe that you even came back from college for the summer. Sounds like you had it made up there,” my best friend Dean says to me.

  “I did have it made. Right up until that bitch dumped me for that prick,” I huff.

  “Well he is rich and good looking. You’re…well…just good looking.” I punch him in the arm. “Ow! It’s true, though!”

  I laugh at him and spot a white car leaving the Maxton’s driveway. I suddenly drop my box of stuff when I get a good look at the redhead now left alone in the driveway. Harley Maxton, the bane of my existence.

  Her long auburn hair reaches down her back. For a redhead you would think it would be curly, nope, it’s straight as a board and looks soft as silk. Her face is heart shaped and almost heart-stopping to look at. It’s those lush red lips, but then she opens her mouth and you forget all the good stuff about her. I can’t see her dark blue eyes from here but I bet right now the fire in them is scorching. I’m shocked to see her because mom didn't mention she would be home from school either. My summer just got worse.

  She catches me staring at her and scowls. Then she flips me the bird. Yeah, I can’t stand that chick. Dean finds this funny and laughs. I grin when he gets flipped off as well. “Still a complete bitch I see.”

  “I don’t think that will ever change. Most of the guys say it’s your fault she is that way.” He laughs again and heads into the house.

  I stay behind and watch how she sways her hips when she walks. She is one of the hottest girls I have ever seen. I’ve always thought this but we haven’t ever gotten along. There’s just something about when we are i
n the same room; sparks fly and the verbal war begins. She has made me mad enough that I have come so close to hitting her. I don’t know what it is about us, but we have been this way forever.

  I remember the first day I met Harley when my mom and I moved into this house. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I even told my mom I would marry her when I grew up. Yeah, that lasted all of five seconds. She had been sitting in her yard playing with her dolls and I walked up and asked if I could join her. She said, “Sure,” so I sat down and played dolls with her. Then things got a little weird. Her doll proceeded to kill my doll. I told her that wasn’t fair, which made her very angry. Before I knew it, I had her older brother Dakota threatening to beat me up. Needless to say I went home and we haven’t been nice each other since.

  Shaking my head from my thoughts, I head into my mom’s little blue house. As I walk in I’m surprised to see new furniture. A plush red couch set in the middle of the room and a huge Persian rug covering the stained brown carpet. There’s a huge flat screen TV at the front of the room and a couple of polished wood end tables with new lamps sitting atop them. “Ma! How the hell did you afford this stuff?” I yell from the front door.

  My five foot tall mother strolls in from the kitchen drying her hands on a flowery hand towel. She pushes her long blonde hair out of her eyes before answering me. “Spencer Winston Grady, you did not just yell at your mother from across the house?” She taps her foot at me in annoyance.

  “Yes, I did. I want to know how you could afford all this new furniture?” I glare at her. Mom works at the local Wal-Mart and has for as long as I can remember. She could afford one piece at a time but not all this at once.

  “That is none of your business. I didn’t think you would be coming to stay this summer.” She glares right back at me.

  “So you are saying that if I had stayed in Louisiana you wouldn’t have even told me someone bought you new furniture?” I start tapping my foot as well. I guess I picked that habit up from her.

  “Yes, baby boy. You are grown and going to college. I have my own life now. Not that I didn’t before, but I have more free time to do as I please.” My brows pinch together in confusion. Her glare softens and she walks over to me. “Don’t think for one second that I didn’t love raising you. You are the keeper of my heart forever and always. But your momma wants to live a little before she gets old and grey.”

  “Okay, I don’t know whether to be upset or grossed out. I really don’t want to think about your sex life.” I shake my head. “Yeah, I’m freaked out that you have a sugar daddy. Who is it?” I ask hopeful she will tell me.

  “I’m not telling you. He has children that he hasn’t told them about me yet. Though, I think it will be announced very soon.” She kisses me on the cheek and sits down on the couch. “Besides, he’s not my sugar daddy. He needed new furniture and he let me use this until we move in together.”

  I shudder. “Yeah, this is gross. I’m going to my room.”

  I start to walk off, but she stops me with her next words. “You know that Harley Maxton is back this summer as well. I want y’all getting along, you hear?”

  “Umm, that shouldn’t be a problem since I don’t plan on being anywhere near her this summer.”

  I can’t be sure but I swear she said, “We shall see,” as I walked to my room.

  Chapter 2

  Harley

  “WHAT?!?!?!” I scream at my dad. This cannot be happening to me. I think I might throw up.

  “Calm down, Harley. It’s not the end of the world.” He pats my knee from where he is sitting, next to me at the kitchen table.

  “Well I for one am happy for you, Dad,” Benton says. He gives Dad a slap on the back, and I feel like I might just die.

  “I’m happy too, Dad. You need someone around here taking care of you since all of us are grown,” Dakota says, the freaking traitor.

  “I’m not happy at all. Ms. Grady is a nice woman, Dad, but her son is the spawn of Satan and I’m not staying in this house with him for the whole summer!” I feel my whole face burn with my anger.

  “If you want me to keep paying your tuition, you will live in this house for the summer and get along with Spencer. There is nothing wrong with that boy. I don’t even know why you two fight like you do.” He shakes his head at me.

  I don’t like to upset my father, but this is so wrong. “We fight like we do because he is an asshole and will always be an asshole.” I’m huffing and puffing at this point. “Do you not remember when I had to cut all my hair off because he spit his gum into it? Or how about the time he put laxatives in my chocolate milk at school?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

  “Those are kid things, sweetheart. You are both adults, and you will both live in this house until you return to school.” He slams his fist on the table making me jump.

  I’ve had enough of this so I get up and run out of the house. I don’t stop till I’m at my car. I reach to open the door but I realize it’s locked and my keys are in my house. “UGH!” I scream.

  “Hey, some of us are trying to be quiet around here. Some of us have to work at night and sleep during the day.” I flinch after hearing his voice. Just like the rest of him, it’s sexy as hell. But what comes out of it makes me want to hit him.

  “I’m sorry. If I woke your mom up I’ll go over and apologize.” I’m so upset with my dad that I can’t even come up with something nasty to say to him. I even think I’m crying. Shit, that’s the last thing I need him to see.

  “Okay, have you been taken over by an alien? I think you just said you were sorry to me.” I remember too late about my tears and look up and him. His face softens and I think my heart just fluttered. “Why are you crying, Harley?”

  I shake my head and turn away from him. “It’s nothing. I think you will find out soon enough.” I wipe my hands under my eyes clearing as many tears as I can. I’m not one to cry and it’s really annoying that I’m doing it in front of Spencer.

  “Oh, God! Tell me it’s not so. Please, tell me my mom is not screwing your dad!” I turn around and find him pale as a ghost.

  “Yup. My dad is screwing your mom. Welcome to the family brother,” I smirk. There’s one thing that will always make me feel better: a look of terror on Spencer Grady’s face.

  “This is the most twisted thing I have ever heard. I think I might throw up.” He places his hands on his knees and I almost feel sorry for him.

  “Well, sweetie, it gets even better. Your mom is selling her house and moving in to our house. In one week, to be exact. Guess you’ll be stuck with me all summer.” I pat him on the back and walk toward my house.

  “Harley,” I pause at my name and turn to face him, “it will be a pleasure to share a house with you. Now, when you’re not home, I can take all your bras and panties and tie them to the flag pole at town hall.” He grins real big, showing off his dimples. Damn, I always underestimate him.

  “Don’t you fucking touch any of my things. Do you hear me?” I’m getting pissed now, only because I know this is something that he would do.

  “Oh, I hear you. I’m just not going to listen. I do believe that I owe you one, seeing as you got the last laugh with the Velcro on my graduation gown.” He still has that shit eating grin on his face and I cringe. We have an ongoing prank war, which started in the fourth grade when he threw fake spiders on my tray at lunch and I freaked out.

  I remember graduation day so well. I ordered a special gown offline that was held together with Velcro. When the day came to give out gowns I switched his with the one I bought. I had heard a rumor that he was going to go naked under his gown. We were all sitting on the stage since our class wasn’t very big, and I grabbed the gown when he passed me. He stood there in all his naked glory in front of everyone. It didn’t even faze him. He just plastered on a grin, wrapping the gown around his lower body and accepted his diploma.

  Needless to say, when I got hot and bothered at college, I had a little fun with my toy
s thinking of Spencer’s body. The first thing that my eyes had landed on was his nice firm ass. His back was just as nice with a few freckles and a lion tattooed on his left shoulder blade. I had the sudden urge to lick it. When he got back from getting the diploma, I got a great look at the front and nearly died of a hot flash. His abs are well defined and his chest is broad and hard. I had another urge and it wasn’t only to lick him.

  Now I am scared. I walk right up to him and push my index finger into his chest. “Don’t you threaten me, Spencer. I’ll tell everybody, including your mom, how you lost your virginity.” He goes pale and I thank God I had this little piece of information.

  Spencer

  She couldn’t know about that. Mary wouldn’t have told anybody. “You’re bluffing. You don’t know anything.”

  She gives me an evil grin and I feel my knees become weak. “Oh, I know. You pissed Mary off and I paid her well to tell me and no one else.”

  I lost my virginity in the back seat of my mom’s car when I was fourteen. Mom had been riding to work with a friend to save gas. So I took it one night and picked up Mary. We headed out to the Cove Woods, where all the kids parked. Now, let me tell you that Mary is a freak. Not only did she tie me up and spank me, she left me tied and slid herself on my dick after sucking it to hardness. When it was all over, I told her she was a fucking freak and practically shoved her out of the car when we got back to her house. No one knows that story. Not even Dean.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” Yeah, I have nothing for that. I’m so pissed right now. And honestly, I have no idea what came over me after what happens next.

  Her gorgeous face gets the cockiest look on it and I want to smack it right off of her. Instead, I grab her upper arms and pull her against my chest. My dick twitches when her erect nipples rub up against me. The next thing I know my lips are on her full ones and my tongue is slipping into her mouth. I honestly didn’t expect her to kiss me back, but her tongue curls with mine and I groan. I move my hands down her back and cup her ass in my hands. The moan she lets out and the feel of her perfect ass in my hands has my dick more than twitching. I feel her hands start to roam. She runs them up my back under my shirt and back down again. She keeps doing this and I shiver as I devour her mouth. I feel like I could sink into her and never come up again. All of a sudden, she’s not touching me anymore. She’s pale, looking at me horrified and I feel my face mirror hers. “Don’t tell anyone!” We exclaim at the same time, and quickly walk away from each other.