Page 20 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part One

“Bleudale pussy,” Sam finishes for me, knowing my lines all too well. “I just don’t think you want anyone in general. For some reason, you are hell bent on being by yourself, but I haven’t figured out why. Even if it is Charley, you deserve someone, Riggs. You need to be happy.”

“If I ever dated, it wouldn’t be her.” I snub out the joint, deciding I don’t need anymore and Sam indicates she’s had enough.

“Why not? She’s hot as hell.”

“How can you say that after what she did to you?”

“Because I’m over it, moved on. I may not have acknowledged her apologies, but I forgive her. Manipulation is nothing new to me and easy to recognize. Had she truly involved herself with Jonas and his crew, she would have been there under the bleachers with him. I’m positive she doesn’t have a clue what happened that day because she was one of that asshole’s pets, Riggs. Did it hurt what she did? Hell yeah, but it wasn’t all her.”

I grunt my disapproval. “You’re too nice.”

“Date her if you want to, I don’t care.”

I snort a laugh, not sure exactly why I find that funny.

“That you think I would need your approvalchaps myass.” Sam scoffs and whacks me on the shoulder, her laughter raucous, overly obnoxious, even.

“Fuck off, Jester, and eat shit. My approval is everything because I’m a goddamned queen. Besides, I haven’t heard Jensen ever mention you and a girl before, so I figured I’d give you my blessing if you want to pursue her. You should. It won’t upset me. All the apologies I’ve received, they’re genuine, and someone who isn’t sorry doesn’t react like that.”

Charley’s name came out of my mouth one time to J, and I’m not sure what gave off vibes I was interested in her. I was complaining about her, for fuck’s sake. He was going to get a piece of my mind for sure.

Sam wedges her bag in the corner and leans back against it, settling in. Her eyes are drooping, and she lets out a long yawn. I follow suit, yawning just because, even though I am tired.

“It’s not like that, Sam. I’m not interested in her at all.” She gives me a lopsided shrug of her lips as if to say yeah, right. I dismiss her suggestive look, crossing my arms and legs in my spot next to her.

“Whatever. If you are, I did my part. If you’re not, then no skin off my back,” she murmurs, and I can tell sleep is already luring her in. It’s not unusual for us to sleep in random places after tagging, but it is quite interesting for us to be on scaffolding at the very place we tagged. Whatever the case, I’m high and tired, with no plans of driving.

“Chaps my ass,” I say, and her giggle echoes down the alley. “What the fuck kind of phrase is that?”

“Shut up and go to sleep, Jester.”

“Aye, aye, Maven.”

CHAPTER11

“Why am I so horny?”Foxy whimpers Friday evening as we dress for the party going down tonight at her house while her dad is out. She’s flopped back on my bed, watching my every move as I go through different outfits, trying to appease her. She wants me dressed to kill. While I wouldn’t mind raiding my closet to find the best outfit — I may not be your average rich girl, but I’m still not immune to what money can buy — I’m not looking forward to the party tonight.

“It’s possible that you’re a hormonal teenage girl?” I say sarcastically while I’m bent over digging through my hamper full of folded clothes to find my panties. We have a housekeeper who does laundry and a slew of other things. As I’ve gotten older, I’m not the biggest fan of her touching my clothes. It’s too personal. However, my mother insists I focus on studying and my friends. Instead of letting me do my laundry, I’m forced to let Ann do it. I made a deal with her one day behind my mother’s back. She can wash and fold my laundry, but I am going to put it away—no need for her to dig around my closet.

“Am I though? I’m pretty sure I’ve slept with more guys than most cougars have. Am I allowed to be labeled as a teenager at this point? Have I skipped to my prime? Maybe I’m already in my thirties but my body hasn’t figured it out yet.”

I stand upright, shaking my head and laughing, and pin her with a humorous grin. She is so ridiculous. I love her carefree view of societal standards. She doesn’t give a shit if people find out she sleeps around. In fact, she’s happy to tell them how many guys she’s been with.

“I can’t come up with an appropriate answer to your questions because I’m inclined to believe you have a point.” She snatches up one of my sequined throw pillows and tosses it at me. I catch it while juggling my panties wadded up in my hand. “Hey, I’m only speaking the truth.”

“Knock, knock,” a deep voice bellows from the other side of the door as knuckles rasp on the wood.

“Hold on a sec,” I call out to my brother, Kai. He’s escorting us to the party tonight and has been rushing us all evening to get ready. I slip my panties up my legs and shuffle my skin-tight, dark red dress back down over my thighs. Following my stilettos, I fluff out my dark hair so it falls over my shoulders. It might be a bit overkill, but what Foxy wants, she gets—me dressed to the nines in brands that are worth a fortune.

Foxy sits up like the vixen she is.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she has dicks gleaming in her eyes. I don’t think she’s a thirty something year old woman in her prime. No, she’s a teenage boy coming into puberty and learning to scratch that itch with masturbation.

“Down girl. That’s my brother out there, not a piece of meat.” She narrows her heavily made-up eyes at me and sticks out her tongue.

“You can spin it however you want. He is a filet-mignon, babe. He is capital H-O-T.” Her fiery brows jump up her forehead and she bends, snapping her head up. Cascading copper curls bounce as they fall into place over her shoulders and down her back. Her black dress is form-fitting and strapless, her tits on a magnificent display. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I tilt my head in her direction and purse my lips. I prop a fist on my hip. “Ridiculous. Please don’t sleep with my brother tonight.”

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