Page 62 of Destroying Everleigh

Ashton lunged for Jameson, but I was stepping between the two of them before it could turn into an all-out brawl. There was no reason they should be fighting over this bitch. She was a whore. Plain and simple. At the end of the day, she was no better than Crystal was. She’d just managed to fool us all into thinking she was worth more than she was.

“Calm your shit,” I snapped. “Who fucking cares if he fingered her? It’s not like you’re going to date her again. She’s no different than the other skanks we fuck around with.”

Ashton scoffed in response. “Then why did you get mad that your ex sucked my dick?” he countered. “You planning on dating her again?”

He had a point. But Jameson did what he did as part of the stupid game. He wouldn’t have gone out of his way to do it.

The bed creaked and Everleigh slowly sat up against her better judgement. Her hand immediately went to her head, and she winced. She still seemed disoriented and probably had no idea what was going on around her. I couldn’t lie. It was hot seeing her so helpless and vulnerable. She was lucky I had no desire to take advantage of her after her mom just died, otherwise, I probably would. I’d been sitting right next to Jameson when she was on his lap. I heard her moans, her whimpers, and saw her body convulse when she came. Either her boyfriend didn’t know how to touch her, or she simply wasn’t into him. Because Jamie had her getting off in under five minutes.

Something hard hit the back of my head, and I flinched. “What the fuck?” I growled, looking over at Ashton who had very literally just smacked me upside the head

“Stop looking at her like that.”

I snorted at his obvious possessiveness. “You never minded before.”

“That was then. I can’t have you assholes getting all hot and bothered by her. She’s nothing. Remember that.”

Jameson kicked off his shoes, shooting Ash a devilish smile before he climbed into the bed with her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her down so that her back was to his chest. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed again and her breathing evened out.

Ash was seething, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Jameson was doing this shit on purpose. He faked a groan as he rubbed his crotch against her ass to spite our best friend and then laughed when Ashton took another step toward him.

“Relax, asshole,” Jamie retorted. “I’m not going to defile her worn out cunt while she’s sleeping.”

“Or when she’s awake,” I added, shooting him a pointed look.

We weren’t fucking her. It didn’t matter how hot she was, or what history we had with her. She blew it all to shit when she cheated on Ashton. Why make her feel good at all in any way after what she’d done? She didn’t deserve it.

Jameson rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

But I wasn’t buying it. He’d always felt connected to Everleigh in a way neither of us had. Not even Ashton. They’d been drawn together somehow, like they were in their own little bubble. Now that Everleigh had lost not only her father, but her mom, too, they’d probably understand one another on an even deeper level. He’d fuck this all up if he wasn’t careful. Any of us would. Ashton and Everleigh had the most history. If he let his guard down for even a second, he might remember all those old feelings. It could ruin everything, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen.

“Move,” I demanded. “I’ll stay with her. I don’t trust your ass.”

Jameson’s arm tightened around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

God. What the fuck was this? He was guarding her like she was some kind of precious item he didn’t want anyone getting his hands on. Annoyance flickered through me at the thought. We came here for a reason—to make Everleigh suffer.

Ashton’s voice cut through my thoughts. “It’s fine. Come with me.” He jerked his head toward the door, his tone leaving no room for argument. It didn’t stop me from hesitating, though. Reluctantly, I followed him out into the hall and shot him a questioning look.

He pulled the door closed behind him with a soft click and started for the stairs. I had no idea what he was planning. But I knew that Everleigh’s little panic attack wouldn’t deter him from ruining her life. It wasn’t anything serious, anyways.

It wasn’t until we reached the office that was still in the process of being decorated, that he finally spoke. “I’ve been talking to someone.” He slipped into the seat behind the huge mahogany desk taking up a good portion of the room.

I remember him saying he wanted us to all share a girl, but he never mentioned it again. “Like…someone you want to date?”

He nodded. “For all of us. I’m not telling you her name just yet. But she knows Everleigh from the inside out. Probably better than anyone. We could use that to our advantage.”

He had to be talking about Amber. But I’ve seen the way she defended Everleigh whenever someone pushed her around too much. She wouldn’t be an easy girl to crack. Then again, good dick could even turn the most loyal bitches into conniving skanks. If he could somehow pull it off, then I was game. Anything to move this process along. We’ve been going way too easy on her, but that wasn’t for her benefit. It was for ours. Seeing her again affected all of us more than we cared to admit.

It was easy to hate her from afar and to fantasize about all the twisted shit we’d do to her if we ever saw her again. But having her right at our fingertips and being face to face with her after all this time, did bring back unwanted memories. Times that we used to look forward to and enjoy, were now horrible reminders of what once was and could never be again. She was a different girl than she was back then. Bolder, stronger, even prettier. I wanted to peel back every layer and corrupt her until she was just a shell.

I blew out a breath, forcing those thoughts to the back of my mind. She would pay in due time. That was for sure. “I’m in. Just tell me what the plan is.”

His lips curled up at the corners. “We’re meeting with her tonight. After Everleigh goes home. We’ll go from there.”

“Is she hot at least?” I muttered, not really wanting to shove my dick into a chick who didn’t appeal to me. I could put a bag over her head and pretend she was Everleigh, but there was a chance even that wouldn’t work. Did she have the same hair color? The same skin tone? Height? Curves? Most girls weren’t as short as Evie was, though. She was like five feet even.

Part of me just wanted to fuck the shit out of her to get it over with, but the other part of me knew it would just complicate things, and she didn’t deserve to feel me inside of her.

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