Page 57 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
Phoenix flipped him off over his shoulder.
“Fuck dude, where’s your underwear?” I choked out, sliding further down the bench as he planted his naked ass beside me.
“Ah man, Courtney Swan sucked me off after calc and I didn’t have time to put them back on.” As I swung my head back towards him, his smug look twisted into a grimace as he added, “Shit. Bitches still got my tie too.”
I gave him an inquisitive glare as his expression turned goofy. “She likes to be restrained whilst doing the deed, and being a gentleman, I was only too happy to comply with her wishes.”
Gentleman my ass. So, she’d given him head with her hands tied behind her back? Fucking tacky.
Nix must have noticed my expression. “What? The girl was up for a dicking, but I wasn’t about to have sex in the girl’s bathroom. So gross.”
“But you’re all good with having your cock sucked in one?”
“Fuck yeah. She swallowed everything, too.”
Releasing aGod give me strengthsigh, I questioned, “I thought Courtney was still seeing Maxwell Stone?”
“Nah, they broke up this morning. She was all over me in class and I was her shoulder to cry on,” he pointed out, like he was her fucking white knight. Bullshit. We Sawyer boys never did anything without an ulterior motive.
And talk about fast, Stone had dumped herthatmorning and yet she was sucking someone else’s dick that very afternoon. That showed you how fickle high school girls were when it came to the team. Jersey chasing whore’s the lot of them.
“So, you took advantage of the girl when she was down. That shit’s cold, man, even for you,” I responded with a barked laugh.
Phoenix had the temerity to look truly affronted. “What? I gave hermoralsupport, and she provided me withoralsupport. It’s a two-way street, brother,” he explained, giving me a wink and a slap on the back. He then started searching in his bag, probably looking for his rancid boxer briefs.
Fuck I needed to get my dick wet. Ignoring that twinge of envy that my brother had seen action that day, I dropped my eyes to his thick legs. He was one big corn-fed motherfucker. I noticed he had new ink wrapped around the top of his left thigh, but I didn’t comment. Phoenix was private about the meaning behind the art on his body. It was the only thing he was private about. His sexual escapades were shared far and wide. If you wanted to keep your sex life away from locker room gossip, you didn’t sleep with Phoenix, end of.
Shoving to my feet, I watched Nix as he carried on rummaging through his gym bag. He was one huge clunky fool, knocking all my shit off the bench in the process. Grace wasn’t one of his strong suits. The locker room was full of teammates, and no one gave a shit that he was buck naked with his donkey dick hanging out.
“So, what did you find out?” I questioned, yanking my jersey on over my head.
“About the Miller’s girl?”
“No, about Courtney Swan’s clit?” I snarked.
This caused him to shoot me a huge, toothy grin. “I haven’t seen that bit.”
Nix finally tugged his underwear on and started dressing in his game pants. I breathed a sigh of relief as he shared his intel, “Summersdidpush Miller into the water. But she wasn’t aware the girl couldn’t swim.”
The way he tacked on the latter sentence pissed me off as did the shrug that accompanied it. “That doesn’t make it OK. What if the girl had cracked her skull on the side of the pool?” The thought of Molly being seriously hurt made me more thanuncomfortable; to be honest, it made me want to pull Storm’s arms and legs off like a fucking Barbie doll.
Pushing to his feet, Nix looked down his nose at me. “Hey man, you’re the one who painted the target on her back.”
Those words pushed my buttons.
“Yes, to fuckingmesswith her, not to put her in the hospital,” I pointed out.
Fuck, I needed to tell the bitches to stand down. Storm clearly had her own agenda when it came to Molly Miller.
It was now abundantly clear that I needed to add a footnote to my instructions. Dragging my hands down my face, I asked, “Where’s Storm now?”
Nix started to meddle with the mouth guard attached to his helmet. “Why?”
“Because I need a word, that’s why,” I said, shoving my uniform on my peg.
Turning to face me, now fully ready for practice, Nix explained. “Reed sorted it.”
I almost snorted my response. When it involved Storm, Reed was whipped to fuck.
