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Duke takes a couple of deep breaths, then grabs the back of his neck with one hand, his features going stony. “I— I need to…” From the way he’s having trouble expressing himself, it must hurt like hell to see someone who looks so like the girl he once loved.
“Will you be okay on your own for a bit?” Bear is speaking to me but studying Duke. And he doesn’t look too happy about whatever is going on in his friend’s head, which I presume he understands a hell of a lot better than I possibly could.
“Yeah, I’m cool. I’ll just be dancing.”
Bear gives me a swift nod, then motions to Duke to follow him.
Left to my own devices, I finish my second cider, and find the cooler where there are more. Taking my third drink with me, I hit the makeshift dance floor at the center of the expansive living room. Whatever high-quality speaker system they have, I swear it feels like the bass of the music is pounding through my blood. It’s not that I don’t like it. I’m just completely out of my element with all these rich, well-dressed college students, and it’s a bit distracting. I blink hard. But… I’m now one of those college students. I simply have no real money to my name, so while I sort of fit in, I still don’t.
I go further and further into the fray, finally losing myself in the music and the people and the drink in my hand. I rock my hips side to side and raise both arms over my head when a sexy-as-hell song comes on. I haven’t had much of a chance to go out and have any fun lately because it gets in the way of working the best shifts at the diner. Of course, I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to anyone. Tristan just up and yanked me from everything I knew.
Determined to enjoy myself, I close my eyes and just let go, inhaling this new experience and exhaling all the ridiculous bullshit. The music moves me, and I’m perfectly happy dancing on my own in the middle of the crowd. At some point, Mason trades out my empty cider for a bottle of water, dark eyes watching me carefully. He’s drinking and holding up a wall while talking to some girl who seems way more interested in him than he is in her.
I don’t know whether I’m drunk or simply annoyed, but I’m quickly overheating and certainly don’t need a babysitter. Whirling around, I weave my way through the crowded dance floor, and burst through one of the double doors that leads to the backyard, in search of some much-needed fresh air.
Only… that’s not what I find.
NINE
DUKE
Goddamn,this girl gives superior blow jobs. I heave out a breath, watching my dick slide between glossy pink lips. So, why is it that I can’t freaking come? Darcy’s head bobs and bobs on my dick, but no dice. It’s not that I’m not enjoying it. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she sucks like this is her full-time job.
Right after I finished hashing things out with Bear, I’d let her coax me outside to the stone wall that runs behind all the frat houses for the length of Greek Row. It’s not private by any means, but why the fuck not? I lean against the low wall with my vodka, she gets on her knees. This girl is always after my dick.
It must be that my mind is fuckin’ elsewhere. Kingston. It’s hard not to remain pissed off at the guy who was responsible for your girlfriend’s death. If he’d been paying fucking attention instead of being so self-absorbed, things could have turned out so differently.
I grunt, threading my fingers through the sorority chick’s pretty red tresses and guide her to move a little faster, thrusting my hips and driving my cock to the back of her mouth on each stroke. She makes a garbled noise, and I slide my hand to her throat, where I can totally feel her gagging.That’s more like it.“If you’re not gagging, you’re doing it wrong, honey, so be proud.”
A twig snaps to the left of the door where everything has been thrown into shadow. My brows raise as first Lennon comes into view, followed by Mason.
Darcy pauses in her efforts, and I give her a cursory glance. “No one told you to stop,” I rumble low as I lift my gaze, eyes glued to the approaching pair even when Darcy takes my dick to the back of her throat.
Mason has a hold of Lennon’s upper arms, walking her forward until we’re only about eight feet apart. He gives me a shit-eating grin. “Look who I caught watching you.”
I never quite know whether Mason and I are more friends or enemies, but we know each other so well that it’s incredibly easy to pick out exactly what will piss the other off. And yeah. He’s figured out that my dick and my brain do not agree when it comes to my stepsister. Asshole seems like he’s going to use that to have a little fun tonight. I lift my chin to him in challenge, giving him a very defiantCome at me, bro.
I run my hand through Darcy’s hair again, fisting a section of it at the back of her head. Rocking forward into her waiting mouth, I bite out a curse. But it has nothing to do with her andeverythingto do with the way Lennon’s lips have parted as she watches us.
Lennon sucks in a breath, her chest rising with it, eyes pinned on me as if they’re being held hostage. The shade of rosy pink that her cheeks have taken on almost has me nutting immediately because I can imagine the color on her face is a pretty good indication of her state of arousal. She was getting off on watching me from over there in the shadows. It sure will be fun to taunt her with that bit of information at a later date. But right now, I’m far more interested in whatever is in Mason’s head because I imagine it’s all kinds of twisted and fucked-up.
My gaze flicks to him, and his expression is an even split between pure mischief and unadulterated lust. His hands slide up to Lennon’s shoulders, then dip down the front of her body, skimming her collarbones. She shivers involuntarily, her eyes crashing shut for a moment, as if she’s overwhelmed. But with what? Desire or the need to run?
She’s wearing this fuckhot bra under a gauzy top; the bra is sorta like the one she’d shown every fucking brother in the house last night. There’s a certain term for it, but I can’t recall what it is, plus I don’t really care. It’s lacy and sexy and definitely nothing my mother or grandmother would ever wear.
My brain does a quick jog of my memory from last night, picking right up from the moment she’d torn her T-shirt over her head and flung it at me. That bold move had left her in nothing but the lace contraption that hardly held her tits. Yep, I don’t give a fuck if I’m her stepbrother. She shows off a rack like that, I’m looking. The sheer top she’s wearing has three ties holding it together, and that’s all that’s stopping my prying eyes from seeing everything underneath. I grit my teeth, watching Mason’s hand drift between her breasts to one of the ties.
He gives a little tug to loosen it… and my dick jumps as the bow comes undone. She gasps aloud at the same time. The odd thing is that she’s still more covered than she was last night, but there’s something mesmerizing about Mason undressing Lennon in front of me while another girl is choking on my dick.
It also fills me with this odd, lust-filled rage. He’s touching her. Not me.
Gah! Fuck!He’s totally aware of the thoughts in my head, his amused expression definitely readingYou can look, but you can’t ever touch, big bro.He smirks at the agonized confusion on my face, whispering again in her ear, his lips brushing the shell and making her shiver.
I’m dying to know what he’s saying to her. Her face flushes a deeper color of pink, and she leans back into his chest, almost as if she’s grounding herself, waiting with hooded eyes to see what happens next. She can flash those doe eyes at me all she wants, but I know better. I fuckin’ do. She’s letting him do this on purpose. Goddammit, right now I don’t give a fuck.
“More? Should I keep going?” Mason’s voice hits me square in the chest, almost as if he’s reading my mind. His fingers trail downward, toying with the strings of the middle tie. He knows damn well I won’t answer, but I swallow convulsively at the sight of her shirt falling farther open. My dick is harder than a rock, and it has nothing at all to do with the girl sucking it and everything to do with the one eight feet from me, burning me alive with the hungry look in her eyes—they’re wild and completely focused on me.
Mason gives the last string a pull, and Lennon’s shirt falls wide open, the bra top that was peeking out naughtily just moments before now on full, brazen display. She makes no move to cover herself, like she’s trapped in the moment, thunderstruck by what she’s allowing to happen. But it’s giving her a rush. I see it written in the needy expression on her face and in the way her chest is rising and falling with each labored, wanton breath.
