Page 9 of Our Shattered Pieces
Lorcan’s temper was insane.
Chapter 6
Grayson~
Today was really kicking my ass, but my Thursdays were always full days for me. Between a heave class load and practices, I always feltdoneat the end of my Thursdays.
So, walking back into the apartment should have been a good thing. It should have felt like the weight lifting from my shoulders, if only for a night.
It should have felt relaxing.
Instead, I was thrown for a loop when, as I walked through the apartment on my way to my room, a female walked past me, letting herself out the front door.
When I looked back, Eric was coming out of the hallway, pajama pants on only, a grin on his face as wide as his face.
Now, it wasn’t that a girl was leaving our apartment that bothered me. I’ve seen plenty of that over the past two years. While Eric, Travis, and I had agreed to no parties when we had become roommates, having a girl staying over was perfectly fine. Hell, Katy has spent the night plenty of times. So, that wasn’t what had me wary.
No.
It was that the girl looked barely legal.
And I do meanbarely.
“Christ, Eric, how old is that girl?”
He laughed as he made his way to the kitchen. “Relax, Dad,” he replied. “She’s of age.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because…are yousure?”
He started to look annoyed. “I didn’t ask for her ID, if that’s what you want to know, but she’s a student. She has to be legal.”
While she didn’thaveto be, odds were that she was, but still. “She looks like she’s fucking fifteen, dude.”
“And she fucks like she’s got daddy issues,” he replied smugly.
That rubbed me wrong. “And you can’t get girls your own age?” I asked smarting. “What happened to Lydia Jackson?”
Eric scoffed. “Just because she’s a hot fuck doesn’t mean I was going to propose?” He reached for a beer from the fridge. “Besides, who cares how old they look as long as their eighteen?”
I stared at Eric and wondered if I was projecting, but that statement couldn’t be…okay.
Right?
I adjusted my practice bag over my shoulder, the weight of it suddenly too heavy. “Are you telling me you’re okay with fucking a face that fresh?”
He shrugged. “Again, Grayson, she’s legal.”
My brows shot up. “So, when Hadley goes to Michigan next year, you have no problem with a senior making a move on her?”
“Leave my sisters out of this,” he snapped, and I couldn’t blame him. I’d snap, too, if someone used Rowan as an example of comparison.
“Well, that girl that just walked out our front door is someone’s sister or daughter,” I fired back.
“Look, just because you’re particular about your pussy, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to live by the same guidelines, Grayson,” he said. “If a girl is eighteen, and willing to spread her legs for me, I’m fine with that.”
“Fine, Eric,” I relented. “It’s not my business, anyway.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “It’s not.”
