Page 23 of Giving In

“Go away,” Ella mumbles grumpily as she tries to put her hair back in place.

I catch her hands playfully to stop her from rearranging it and I can see her blushing at my touch.

I instantly let go. I don’t want Ella to think I’m flirting with her. We’re only two years apart, she’s hot, and clearly into me, but I don’t feel anything more than physical attraction toward her. While this wouldn’t be a problem with any girl, Ella is not any girl. She’s Luke’s sister and he would cut my balls off if I broke her heart.

The more I think of why I don’t want to get involved with Ella the more my mind drifts back to who Iwantto get involved with and a precise face gets pictured in my head.

Those almond green eyes, sparkling with gold when she smiles. The beautiful deep brown brows that furrow when she focuses. I remind myself of her tight body and my cock twitches. I bet her boobs are perky and would fit perfectly in my hands.

“Where’s Rose?” Chris’s question cuts through my indecent thoughts and hearing my sister’s name is like a cold shower. I look behind me, towards the front door.

“Probably smoking outside.” Right on cue, Rose and Rachel walk in.

“Well, well. Looks like she just can’t stay away from you, Rach’.” Luke smiles and winks at Rachel.

She lets out a shy laugh and nods to say hi. Ozy takes her hand and walks in the space behind the sofa. She slaps Luke at the back of the head before leading Rachel to the rest of the house. They close the door to the hallway behind them and a few seconds later we hear Rose’s door slamming.

Luke, Chris and I give each other an awkward look in complete silence. After a few seconds, I’m the one who breaks. “Should we just leave?”

They both jump off the sofa in a rush. “Good idea,” Luke says as we all head out.

“Wait for me,” Ella shouts after us as she gets up.

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Just before 9pm, Luke parks his G-Wagon besides countless other cars in Camila’s driveway. Rose and Rachel disappeared on us by the time we headed back to the pool house. My sister has a tendency to disappear in general and apparently, she never learned that when phones ring, they’re meant to be picked up.

We can hear the bass from out here. Mid-September in Stoneview is still warm enough that some people are hovering in front of the house. We walk through the double front doors and the heat and noise of the place hit me.

It smells like drunk people and fun in here. Excitement builds in me as the loud music reaches my ears. We walk through the grand foyer, full of people drinking, and head for the living room. The couches have been pushed to the side and the room turned into a dancefloor.Ella spots her girlfriends straight away and makes a beeline for them. I turn to Luke with a cheeky smile.

“They grow up too fast,” I say in an exaggerated sigh.

He laughs, taps my shoulder, and points with his thumb at the door that leads to the kitchen.

“Let’s get drunk so I can forget my baby sister being at one of our parties.”

We go to the kitchen and stop by the island that has been turned into an open bar. I fucking love rich kids’ parties. I got used to the elite life quicker than I thought I would.

We pour ourselves some drinks and Chris gestures with his chin towards a corner of the room.

“Found her,” he declares unimpressed. I look around taking a sip and roll my eyes.

Ozy is sitting on the kitchen counter. In front of her, Roy and Carlo, Camila’s older brothers, are drinking her words.

“That fucking traitor,” I grumble. She knows they hate me. They’d decapitate me and offer my head on a platter to Camila if they could.

“Can you blame them though? You fuck around with their little princess, of course they’re gonna try to get back at you and hit on yoursister. How many times do you think Camila’s cried to her big, bad brothers about you?” Luke explains. Derision glints in his eyes. I don’t care what Rose does with boys, but Luke knows karma would be hitting me real hard if she had a thing with one of the Diaz brothers. I know my sister though. The only reason she gives them hope is because they’re our local drug dealers and she loves a good party.

“This is nothing to do with me, trust me. She loves having them two wrapped around her fing–” My words die in my mouth when I see Jamie and her cheerleader friend walk into the room.

She’s wearing a short high-waisted black leather skirt that she’s had to tighten with a red belt around her tiny waist. She’s tucked in a simple white tee that’s too big for her and is slightly overflowing on all sides.Fuck.

My cock hardens in my pants at the view of Jamie in leather. Two guys in the kitchen turn around when she walks in and look at her ass. I barely refrain a growl at them but throw them my darkest look and they both look away when they catch me. They can grab the leftovers when I’m done with her.

I look around for a second and realize a lot more people are looking at her. She’s never come to a party before. She’s fresh meat and I can’t stand the interest she brings out in the guys. She needs to go back home and go to fucking bed like she usually does on a Friday night.

This is my territory, baby, you’re just a little sheep that walked right into the wolf’s den.

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