Page 160 of Filthy Elites

We both know Brianna is as easy as it gets. No chase. No work, but she’s always down to suck cock or if she’s drunk enough, anal. Parker returns with not one, but two, beers and hands us each one.

“Good work, brother,” Knox says, taking an exaggerated drag. It’s mostly for show for the new recruits. Knox puts too much time into his sport to fuck it up with shitty beer.

“My pleasure.” Parker looks between us. “Anything else?

“Not now.” Knox grins over at the girl waiting on the couch. “Go lock that one down. She’s cute.”

Parker takes off, grabbing the girl’s hand and pulling her toward the stairs. Knox looks at me. “That new kid. Theo Hart. You worried about him?”

Worried isn’t the right word. It’s more like a feeling deep in my gut. A twinge that I get every time I look at him.

“Nah,” I say, swallowing half the beer. “I just don’t like surprises.”

“Dude.” Knox laughs and jabs me with his elbow. “You love surprises.”

“Only when it involves pussy.”

Last year, for my birthday, Royer and Knox surprised me with the trifecta. A Tri-delta threesome. He’s right. I love surprises.

Across the room cheers erupt from the beer pong table and Knox darts off, leaving me alone again. My gaze goes back to Theo, who is now taking shots with a very drunk Brianna. When I look again, they’ve vanished down the hall.

* * *

I lose them in the crowd—possibly behind one of the closed doors. Maybe they’re fucking somewhere?

For some inexplicable reason, I have to know where Theo Hart is. Maybe Knox is right. Maybe Iamworried.

After checking all the rooms downstairs, I head to the second floor. They’re not in the game or entertainment room. At Royer’s room, I carefully and quietly open the door. He’s in there, naked and sprawled on his back while Andrea, still in her heels, hoovers his cock. He sees me, winks, and props his elbows behind his neck to get a better view.

I shut the door behind me.

The room across the hall is the study room and the only room I haven’t checked. I prepare myself to see Theo’s pimply ass as he bends Brianna over the computer desk. I open the door and the desks are clear—everything in order. Then I see them. Curled up on the couch. What the hell? They’re both asleep. I shouldn’t be surprised. They both had those shots. The guys know better than to drink the shots.

Brianna is curled on one side of the couch, skirt bunched over her hips. Her black thong is still in place. I dip my fingers between her legs. She shifts, sighing softly, but I’m not interested in her pussy. She’s dry. Her inner thighs, too.

I slide my gaze over to Theo.

His body is leaning away from Brianna, elbow propped on the arm of the couch. His hair falls into his eyes, but not so much that I can’t see his long eyelashes. I take in his sharp cheekbones and chin, cupped in his palm. The position makes his lips form a pout.

Again, that same strange unease twists in my lower belly. It’s buried deep and burns like a coal. I take another look at his mouth, those lips, and a jolt runs through me.

Fuck.

My cock swells andJesus Christ, there’s no mistaking the feeling, the urge. I’m horny as fuck, and I know it’s not about Brianna. And I sure as hell know it’s not aboutTheo. I’ve lived with forty guys for three years. Not once have I ever had an inkling of desire for any of them.

I bend over his sleeping frame and swipe my thumb over his bottom lip. I know it. I’vefeltit.

Theo sighs softly, then blinks, grabbing out for my hand. I allow myself to be caught.

Aquamarine eyes meet mine and everything slots into place. Why I’ve been so suspicious. Why my cock and the hair on the back of my neck rises every time I look at this kid.

“Wake up, Prince Theo,” I say, watching the fear creep into her eyes. “Or, should I say, Princess Reagan?”

* * *

Before she can react, I grab Reagan by the arm and down the hall and kick open the door to my room, tossing her inside. She stumbles, woozy, I assume, from the shots, but I snag her before she completely falls. Swinging her around so that she faces me, I grip the collar of her button down and yank, ripping the front apart. The room echoes with the sound of the buttons clattering across the floor. Underneath is a tight tank, but I can see the restrained swell of her tits. Fucking bitch.

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