Page 13 of If You Could Only See
The table wentsilent, and the girl turned anugly shade of red. But, hey, Gabriel was right. Nothing was moreannoying than someone who thought they knew you just becausethey’ve heard of you.
Aiden broke theuncomfortable silence. “So, where’s the beer station?”
A lacrosseplayer named Brad, I think, answered, “Oh, the hardliquor is in the kitchen, butall the kegs and ice chests are in the backyard.”
“I’m going togo grab a beer,” I told them as I turned to head towards thebackyard.
“Me, too,” Aidenadded.
The twinsshowed off identical dimpled smiles as Michael said, “We’regoing to head over to theliquor section of tonight’s festivities.”
I smirked and shookmy head. “Alright, catch us out back once you get your fill.”
Aiden and Ibobbed and weaved our way straight through the living room, passingup all the handshakes and ‘what’s up’s, until we reached the patio off the back of thehouse. I’ve partied at this house plenty of times, so I knew my wayaround. I knew there’d be a pool and that the odds that there’d benaked chicks in it. I knew there was a small change room that heldthe dirtiest of secrets within its walls.
We made our way to thekegs and ice chests and, as always, I plucked a capped beer out ofone of the coolers. I never drank a beer that I didn’t openpersonally. None of us did.
I had justhanded off Aiden’sbeer to himwhen I felt the weight of some store bought tits on the back of myleft shoulder. I stepped back and turned around to see Amber, afellow business and finance major student, smiling up at me. “Hey,Mason,” she cooed.
I took in herlook for thenight and even Ihad to admit that Amber Reinhart was the complete package. She hadperfectly highlighted blonde hair that went with her cornflower,bright blue eyes. Her tits were fake, but whoever her surgeon was,he did a fantastic job in creating an hourglass figure for her. Hertits showcased the width of her hips and she was always puttogether.
Too badfor her she did nothing forme.
“Hey, Amber,” Igreeted back.
She gaveme-what I presumed-was her version of a sexy smile and said, “So,all four Buchanans at oneparty. No wonder it’s a packed house.”
“Itmakes me wonder,” I said,honestly.
“Oh, come on,Mason.” She put her hands on her hips. “Even if you weren’t theheir to a multi-billion-dollar empire,you can’t tell me you don’t own a mirror.”
Iknew my brothers and I didn’tfall short of good looks, but I learned early on that anyonewilling to suck my dick because I had money or good looks was, moreoften than not, willing to suck someone else’s dick if they werejust as good looking or had just as much money.
I didn’t needmy dicksucked thatbadly.
“Thanks for thecompliment, Amber. I’ll be sure to pass it along to my brothers,” Itold her, wondering if she could register the sarcasm in myvoice.
Evidently not,because she stepped towards meagain and continued on, “You know, Mason, we’ve known each otherfor three years and we’ve yet to spend time together.Alone.”
“In case you haven’tnoticed, Amber, I don’t spend time alone with anyone,” I pointedout to her.
“But I’m notjust anyone, Mason,” shereplied, confident in herself and of her worth. Good forher.
“Oh, really? And whatmakes you so special, Amber?” This I had to hear.
She leaned incloser, and I let her. “Once I get in your bed, Mason Buchanan,there’s not anything I won’t let you do to me,” she promised.
I steppedbackto make sure I could lookher in the eye when I said, “That doesn’t make you special, Amber.That makes you desperate.” Her face turned red, and it surprised meshe didn’t slap the shit out of me. Especially when I added, “I’mnot interested in desperate,” then walked away.
Chapter 7
Shane~
Two tequila shots andtwo beers later, I was feeling absolutely no pain.
I mean…No. Pain.
Why have I neverpartaken in this bubbly of goodness before? I have no idea.
