Page 8 of My Brother's Best Friend

Nothing had happened between us since Maddie and Spencer had broken the fuck up because I thought I finally had a chance at winning her heart. But I’d been pussying out on talking to her for the past year.

And now, I’d screwed it up.

I threw the beer back and grabbed another one from a shelf. “Leave me alone, Sandra.”

“But—”

When she reached for me a third time, I twirled around. “Don’t make me say it one more time,” I growled and grabbed on to the wall to balance myself. My vision was suddenly spinning, a piercing pain shooting through my head.

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms and stomping through the crowd. “I hate you.”

“Good,” I said and turned back in the direction of the back door.

“Hi, Alec,” another girl purred, wiggling her fingers at me.

I threw the alcohol back, wanting to get as fucked up as possible right now, but not wanting to deal with another groupie, another fan, another fucking annoying bitch from Redwood Academy who wanted her hands on my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ. I have to stop going to parties.

“Dude, where were you?” Oliver asked, grabbing my shoulder.

I highly doubted that he’d be okay with me saying something along the lines offucking your sister, so I shoved him off me, too, and headed into the backyard to get some fresh air. After sucking in a gust of chilly air, I collapsed on some padded lounge chair away from the hot tub, where girls were fooling around with each other and I could be by myself near the pool.

At least, I thought I was by myself until I saw a couple fucking in the pool without a damn care in this world. Forty-five degrees outside, and kids were banging in the water of a pool that wasn’t theirs.

What a time to be alive.

Closing my eyes, I sipped the plastic cup and sighed.Fuck.

I shouldn’t have come on to her so strong, especially not after what Spencer had done to her last year. Of course she had thought I didn’t know who the hell she was.

God, what the fuck is wrong with me?I had gotten up the courage to say—do—something with her, and I had fucked it up.

“Lonely out here?” a girl said from the door, walking over.

I placed my hand on my forehead, my vision like fuzzy static. I blinked a couple of times in an attempt to see straight, but the world spun around me, the pool and long, skinny legs walking suddenly above me, heading in my direction.

The woman climbed right onto my lap and straddled my waist.

“I already told you to get off me,” I murmured, vision too blurry to make out her face.

“You haven’t said a word to me tonight, Wolfe,” she whispered.

A low grunt escaped my lips as I tried to lift my gaze to her. She drew her small hands over my shoulders, then down my chest and to my abdomen. Over and over. Driving me insane—and not in the same way that I felt about Maddie.

“Get off me,” I growled.

God, it was so hard to stay awake. My eyelids were heavy.

She giggled again.

“What did you do to me?” I asked.

I had gotten blackout drunk many times before while thinking about Maddie, but I had never hallucinated, and it sure as hell hadn’t felt like this. I opened my mouth and inhaled deeply, my chest restricting.

She ground her pussy against me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

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