That was all she wrote. Literally. No contact phone number. No forwarding address.
I understood what happened and why Dad was so depressed, but Bronx didn't for a while. When he was born, Mom was so out of it and disconnected she barely even held him. There was always a babysitter around to take care of us while she hid away in her bedroom.
Shaking off the thought of Mom and throwing the Challenger in park, I grimaced at my terrible aim–the car only had two tires on the pavement, the other two sinking into the dying lawn. Oops.
"Uh, you okay brother?" Bronx laughed nervously as he jumped out, adjusted his backpack, and slammed the door.
"It's the last first day I'll ever have in this shithole, I'm fan-fucking-tastic." My smile dropped when I noticed Ashtyn sitting on a bench directly in our path to the steps–where Cade, Axel, and a few of Cade's friends stood chatting.
She pulled at the frayed threads on her skintight jeans and bit down nervously on her bottom lip. She looked around the parking lot, trying to watch us as we walked toward her without making it too obvious.
My cock stirred at the thought of wrapping her dark brown hair around my fist and giving it a hard pull as I pounded her from behind.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
Probably from the lucid dreams I’d been having about her since we went to Aces on Saturday. I kept thinking about her pouty, full lips. Her round, perfect tits. Her plump ass. My subconscious wanted all of her.
Great, it wasn’t even 8:00 and my little head was doing all my thinking. Cade wasn't joking when he said I was in a dry spell, and it needed to be remedied quickly if I couldn't keep my dick under control around Ashtyn.
I was hard as a fucking rock at Aces when I saw her. She’d always been attractive to me, but with her tits on display and her ass hanging out of those shorts–there was no stopping the raging boner trying to jut out of my pants. There was something about that innocent persona that I wanted to smash. Not like I hadn’t before, but things were different now. We were both different now.
Bronx took off toward Ashtyn, and I strolled up to the guys. A few girls joined them and were hanging on their arms like they were life preservers. The guys were talking about Axel’s party on Saturday. It wasn't uncommon for Axel to host parties since his house washugeand his parents were rarely around. His dad was always working, and his mom vacationed somewhere tropical for most of the year. Axel's older sister Avery and his brother Austin were away at college, so that left a big mansion at his disposal, along with a plethora of employees to do all the decorating, cooking, cleaning, shopping, and whatever else needed to be done. Sometimes that meant rolling joints–the party favors–and sometimes that meant making hundreds of Jell-o shots for teenagers with nothing better to do than get shit-faced on a Saturday evening.
"I'm not inviting a lot of people to this one. Keeping it low-key at least until my dad goes back to New York or LA or wherever he's going next. If I fuck up too badly, I'll end up screwing myself for the rest of the year. He's already threatened to hire ababysitterfor me while he's away," Axel cringed.
We went a little wild over the summer, so I wasn't surprised when Winston McKinley put the hammer down and warned Axel against having any more ragers. Every weekend was an open invitation to the McKinley mansion and Winston waspissedwhen he found out Axel was using his staff as a clean-up crew. I came in with the save when I took the blame for it–so yeah, Axel owed me one–but he was still on thin ice because everything went down on his watch.
In the meantime, a girl named Kendra slithered up to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. She may as well have cocked her leg up and pissed on me with the way she was clinging. All summer Kendra was hanging on Cade when we would go to Axel's parties or fight at Brass Knuckles. He fucked her a few times but claimed her screeching voice was a huge turnoff. Suddenly she wanted my attention even though I had barely paid her a second glance.
"Hey West," she purred. "Do you want to have a littlefunbefore class starts? The locker rooms are empty until second period."
"Hmm…"
And then she let out the most obnoxious nails-on-a-chalkboard sound, which I realized was herlaugh.She licked her bright red lips seductively. Her blonde hair fell in waves down her back and almost reached her ass. She was gorgeous in a completely overdone kind of way. If I didn't know she was a student, I would think she was on her way to a strip club.She wore a tight black skirt and an even tighter spaghetti-strap tank top that barely covered her nipples. Her red heels matched her overly plump lips and she fluttered her dramatic eyelashes as she waited for my response.
I could do it. I could take her to the locker room and fuck her on a bench or against the wall. I could let her suck me off and be on my way to class, feeling relieved and unwound a bit. As the thought crossed my mind, a flash of dark brown silk grabbed my attention.
Fuck.
As Ashtyn marched by our group, I felt Kendra's talons dig into my side. I stared as she walked by–what's fucking new? I was always staring at her. My eyes had a mind of their own, always seeking her out, embracing the feeling of…whatever the fuck she was doing to me.
I hated it, but I liked it. It was confusing...
Her strides were long and confident. Her ass filled out her jeans just perfectly, and damn if I didn't want to get a handful or two. Her hips swayed as she climbed the steps and disappeared into the school.
"West? C'mon, let me take care of you," Kendra whined.
I pulled away from her. "I'm not missing class on the first day. Thanks for the offer. I'm sure Cade would take you up on that."
Cade gave me a death glare. I knew damn well what I was doing. Cade already had his fill of Kendra–literally–and he was done with her. Except I gave her a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Cade wanted to give her another go.
Kendra's eyes lit up at the idea and she sauntered over to Cade, putting her arm around him as she had done to me.
"You motherf–" started Cade.
"I'll see you fuckers later," I nodded and took off quickly. I would have to deal with Cade's wrath later.
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