Page 75 of The Pact

She tries to grab Ashton too. “Ash, Kelley’s being mean. He doesn’t wanna play. Please play with me. Don’t you like me anymore?”

“Aww, fuck.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Ausra you’ve no fucking idea how much we want to play with you. But not like this. You’re drunk, cutie. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

She won’t relent. “But I’m asking you to. I’m begging you to play with me. I wanted to even before I had all that beer.” Now I fucking know that trying to reason with a drunk is pointless but I try to explain.

I don’t want her to think that I’m not dying to fuck her. Not even for a second. “Baby, it’d be different if you had said that to us before drinking. We’ll probably have sex when we’re all a little drunk, or even a little high. Trust me, we don’t have a fucking problem with it.”

“Good!” She beams, trying to lower my shorts.

I try to push her down on the pillows as gently as I can. “The thing we have a problem with, is that you didn’t say you wanted to fuck before you started drinking. So Ashton and I can’t touch you. On the off chance that you don’t really mean any of this. Our game only works if there’s trust between us.”

The only answer I receive from her is a soft snore as she’s out cold.

Ashton takes his shirt off with a sigh of relief. “Thank fuck. She’s like the Duracell bunny.”

I chuckle in response. “If the Duracell bunny had the sexiest body I’ve seen in a while, that is.”

He agrees. “I hear you. I can’t take my fucking eyes off of her. And I’d like some one-on-one time with her? I’m the only one who hasn’t had any.”

He’s right. “Ok. But tonight I’m sleeping here. Fuck the party, I just want to make sure she’s ok.”

Ashton nods. “Ditto. There’s enough room for all three of us. Good night. And happy birthday, fucker.”

17.

Lazy Crazy Hazy Days Of Summer

Ausra

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“AWW, FUCK!”

The sun hurts like a motherfucker as soon as I open my eyes. Or more like it, as soon as I attempt to open my eyes. I re-close them immediately when the bright sunlight filtering from the window insinuates itself under my eyelids, stinging like a million needles.

My head is throbbing in sync with my heartbeat, my mouth feels dry and numb as if it were full of cotton and there’s a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach that doesn’t promise anything good.

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