Page 41 of Ride or Die
I park my car at home and decide to walk over to Axel’s place as I will be sleeping at Layla’s anyway. The party is already in full swing when I show up. Chicks are dancing together, party goers are laughing, drinking, and doing lines of coke. Working for Williams gets us access to cheap booze and drugs, and that’s why these freeloaders are always around. They're also waiting for their opportunity to get in with Williams, and I’m the guy to help them do that.
I walk past the people greeting me, grab a beer, and sit down on the bench seat to watch things unfold around me. Axel is in full on party-mode, the greasy fuck acting like he’s the fucking king of the castle.
My mind is elsewhere, though. The fact that Williams knows about Layla leaves a very unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Who told him? Has he been watching me? Is someone else spying on me?
Maybe all of the above, but it's likely my own damn fault. I feel like a fucking moron for making her so public. My excitement over our relationship clouded my judgment. She wanted no part of this world, and then I went and made out with her at street races and on campus. Actions that were selfish, and didn't protect her at all. I spent years avoiding her to keep her safe, and now I've violently shoved her right into the spotlight.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
I’m zoned out, staring at the floor, still trying to figure out how Williams knows and what he meant by that comment. He wouldn’t really do anything to hurt her just to get to me, would he?
Movement in my peripheral vision catches my eye, and I look up from the ground to see Simone and Serena in skimpy outfits, dancing seductively a few feet away from me. They’re making out, licking each other. Touching each other’s breasts and moaning. This is a frequent sight at these parties. The girls know how to work their sexuality to manipulate us stupid men into a quick lay.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s hot. I’m a man, and seeing two chicks grind and make out a few feet from you is not something you can initially look away from.
I take a few sips of my beer and watch them momentarily before Simone notices, her eyes locking with mine. She gestures for me to come over with her finger as she continues licking Serena’s tongue. Serena pulls down Simone’s top just enough to expose her tit, revealing the barbell through her nipple. She pinches and twists her piercing, and Simone seems to be fucking loving it, throwing her head back and moaning.
I stand, sauntering up to them and leaning in closely. They both look horny as fuck. Riled up and ready to go.
This will be so easy.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
RIDE OR DIE
COLTON
I scan their faces with hooded eyes, breathing in their cheap perfume. Simone’s breath catches in her throat, and excitement flares in her eyes. She’s certain I’m going to cave and finally give in to her after all these years.
She would love that, wouldn't she? To fuck over her sister like that. Break her into a million pieces by sleeping with her boyfriend.
What a psychotic bitch.
“You two are fucking pathetic.” A slow, arrogant smirk spreads across my lips, and I scoff, shaking my head in disgust. As I walk away, I catch Serena’s expressionless face, satisfied when I see Simone’s cheeks flushing crimson, her eyes narrowing with hostility as they watch me walk into the house.
Their display was desperate and a total turn off. I can't believe that shit used to work on me. These girls pale in comparison to Layla. But I did enjoy fucking with them, if even just for a moment. Seeing that look of hope on Simone's face was priceless.
I sense them walk into the house behind me, but they stop just inside the entryway. Thank god for that. I don't want to deal with any more of their shit. Without a glance back, I hit the bathroom before I leave, then head out the front door.
I need my girl.
Layla’s house is dark when I arrive, unlocking the door with the key she gave me. I lock it behind me. You never leave your doors unlocked in this neighborhood.
Her dad is passed out in front of the TV when I come in, trying not to wake him while I take off my boots. I bring them with me, tiptoeing up the stairs carefully, sneaking into Layla’s room, and locking the door.
The soft glow of the salt lamp she leaves on for me highlights her little frame under the blankets. Desperate to touch her, I strip off my clothes and slip into bed behind her, pulling her against me like I do every night. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her delicious vanilla and coconut scent. It smells like freedom and vacation to me.
Layla moans and squeezes my arm, contentedly sighing. “Mm, babe,” she whispers hoarsely, turning over in my arms. Her eyes slowly open, widening when she looks me over. “You’re naked.”
I smirk and grip her waist tightly, sliding my hands under her shorts. I grab her ass, pulling her against my naked body so she can feel how quickly I get hard just by looking at her.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I whisper, gazing at her in complete awe. She gives me the sweetest smile that takes my breath away. She's finally mine.
She’s the only girl who’s ever affected me this way. She barely has to do anything to get me all worked up.
