Page 37 of The Rowdy Ones
“Wild,” I growl. “I didn’t go looking for drugs and I didn’t use. Back off, man.”
He’s tense, gaze boring into me, searching for the tiniest hint of a lie. I’m not lying about that. But I’m also not telling him where I went or why. Not looking to brawl with my friend. We just got back on speaking terms.
I pick up the long stick that’s leaned against the RV and motion for him to follow me inside. After shedding our coats, I sit at the table with him. He watches me with interest as I carve the stick. I’ve been working on it for a few days. It’s smooth in all the right places and I’ve been adding intricate details, especially around the top where your hand goes.
“She lay in your bed all night,” he says, dipping his head and frowning. “I heard her crying a few times.”
Can he lay the guilt on any thicker? I’m suffocating in it.
“It won’t happen again,” I tell him and hope I mean it.
“Good.” The tension bleeds from him and a smile tugs at his lips. “Want to get shitfaced?”
Yes.
“Nah, I’m good.”
He chuckles. “I could invite some people over. It’ll be fun. Lila has been talking to Talia about you nonstop.”
It’s pretty fucked up that I’d rather kiss my little sister than screw around with Lila.
Which is exactly why I need to do it.
“Yeah. Sounds fun.”
More like torture, but I think I need this since finding Evan was a bust.
“Oh, and when were you going to tell me Dez’s boy toy was Weston Simmons?”
I scowl at him. “You know him?”
“Yeah. Ran into him a bunch this past semester in classes and at parties. Something about him makes my eye fucking twitch. No one’s that nice.”
This makes me grin. I’ll drink to that.
This was a good idea. Lila and Talia have the giggles, which has me grinning so much my jaw hurts. Wild is getting sloshed and keeps sucking on Talia’s neck. Her flesh is marred with at least fifteen hickeys, but she’s drunk and doesn’t seem to care.
“Sit on my lap, gorgeous,” Wild tells Talia. “I want to hold you.”
“Are you guys together?” I ask, unable to determine what their relationship is.
“Friends with benefits,” Talia purrs as she slides over his thighs. “Wild is always up for a good time and doesn’t bug me for more.”
Lila laughs, but it sounds forced. Since she’s not throwing herself all over me, I’m guessing she’s not a fan of the friends with benefits gig they have going on. Honestly, neither am I. Fooling around sounds hot and exciting, but not if I’m not completely interested in the person I’m doing it with.
Could I force myself?
Lila is pretty. Yes, her lips are thinner than I apparently like, but her big blue eyes are expressive and her laugh is contagious. I’m an idiot for not trying to get with her.
Maybe I could fuck my sister out of my brain while inside Lila.
My cock stiffens. This could work.
The world spins slightly when I move my head, chasing the sound of something jangling. Wild, not at all discreet, is unfastening his jeans. Talia leans forward on the table as he grips her waist. Are they seriously going to fuck right here in front of us?
This gets my dick hard.
I rub at it to make sure it’s actually awake and ready to play. Lila slides her hand over mine and squeezes. Since this feels good, I tilt my head back and groan. This emboldens her because she pushes my hand away to rub at me through my jeans. Her lips find my neck and her tongue darts out to lick my flesh, sending a spear of fire straight to my cock.
