Page 13 of Dirty Pucking Tease

I drifted to a stop.

"I fucked up." I groaned. "I said something I didn't mean and..." I trailed off.

"So apologize," she snapped.

"I tried," I muttered.

"Look, I don't know what happened," she sighed, "but it's obvious you feel bad for whatever it was, and lucky for you, Kaia doesn't hold on to grudges, and she usually gets over things quickly."

One of the things I loved about Kaia was that she forgave so effortlessly. She didn't hold on to anger or hurt. She was resilient. "Are you going with us to Trystan's first gig on Saturday?" she asked, and the corners of my mouth curved up.

"You know Trystan is never going to settle down, don't you?"

"Every man will settle for the right woman." She laughed.

"And you think you're the one, huh?" She shrugged dramatically. "I'm the only girl in this town he refuses to fuck."

"Maybe that's because he's just not that into you."

"Or maybe it's because he's in love with me." She laughed again, skating circles around me. Camryn was obsessed with Trystan. She had been for as long as I could remember, but as far as I knew, Trystan hadn't noticed her. It could be because she was so much younger than him. After all, it was weird that with all the times she threw herself at him, he'd turned her down. It could also be because she was Kaia's best friend, and Trystan and Kaia were close, but most likely, it was because Trystan was a rockstar playboy who couldn't be tied down to only one woman.

"Kaia's going with me to the cages this weekend after Trystan's concert," she said, and my gaze snapped up, meeting hers as she slid to a stop. The cages were an underground illegal fighting ring. Camryn and Kaia had no business there. "You should come."

"What the fuck, Cam?" I growled. "Are you fighting?"

"I'm considering it." She shrugged, her tone defensive.

"You keep Kaia away from there," I growled, sliding into her space. I'd been a handful of times, and it wasn't a place for a girl to get caught alone.

She rolled her eyes. "Kaia's a big girl," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "She can make her own decisions, but you're welcome to join us if you're worried about her."

"You have no idea what type of people you are getting mixed up with if you get involved in the dark side of fighting, Cam. I can't stop you, but I promise you will fight me if you take Kaia to that bullshit."

"Whatever, Jax." She rolled her eyes and pushed off, gliding away.

Camryn knew I'd never hurt her, but there was also no way in fucking hell I was letting Kaia go to the Cages, and I knew just how to keep Cam from wanting to go to them. I'd have to get Trystan to agree, though.

10

Wrapping the large white pool towel around me to cover my solid black bikini, I strolled through the house toward the back patio.

Another night home alone.

I hadn't heard from Jax since this morning when he referred to me as 'eww.' He'd taken off quickly; if he'd returned home, I hadn't seen or heard him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when I noticed Trystan sitting shirtless on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

"I'm heading to practice soon," he said before taking a deep drag of his blunt. "Want some?" He held the blunt out to me, watching me out of the corner of his eye. I'd never smoked before. Every time Trystan asked, I'd always said no, but today had been shitty, and I wasn't going anywhere tonight, so why the hell not.

"Sure," I said, taking the blunt and bringing it to my lips.

"Why are you home alone again?" Trystan asked as I inhaled deeply. Too deeply. I winced before I fell into a coughing fit. Trystan laughed, and once I caught my breath, I did, too. "Doyou want to come with me to practice?" I went to Trystan's practices often, but it was always a pity invite. He hated that I was always home alone. Sometimes, even a pity invite was nice, but after being referred to as 'eww' this morning, I would rather be alone.

I shook my head. "No. I'm going to slip into the hot tub and then go to bed. I skipped out on skating with Cam this morning, and she'll flip if I do it again tomorrow."

"You coming to my gig on Saturday?" He brushed the long strand of dirty blonde hair off his forehead. Trystan was hot, but not in the same way as Jaxtyn. He was tall with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes, thin but not in a scrawny way. He was ripped and covered from neck to feet in colorful art, with a lip and nose piercing. He shared the same sharp jawline, full lips, and perfect white smile as Jaxtyn.

I nodded as I inhaled again, and it went down smoother this time.

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