I barely restrain from sending her flying across the room. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I fling her away from me and force her to finally step away.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
Her wide eyes actually flash with hurt.
Seriously?
I’m so fucking livid I can’t even see straight. Looking at Kira isn’t an option. I won’t be able to handle the look on her face if I do.
“Since when do you turn down pussy?”
This bitch is loud enough to call everyone’s attention.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s hurting my girl with her vile fucking existence. I’m beyond the point of caring about how she’s going to take what I’m about to say. “I grew the fuck up, okay? Easy, used pussy isn’t my thing anymore.”
A hush falls over the entire living room.
Her lips open and close like a fish. Clearly, she doesn’t know how to respond.
A red head comes up to her and grabs her arms gently. “Come on, Renee. Let’s just go get some air.”
Good. Her friend is aware that Renee is out of control and needs to be removed from this situation before she makes it worse for herself.
Renee allows herself to be led out of the living room. I don’t know where she and her friend are heading. Honestly don’t fucking care.
I still barely remember tapping that.
An almost faceless, meaningless fuck from the past. That’s why my girl is suffering.
“I barely recognize who you are now, dude.” Craig shakes his head and takes his leave.
Good. He was pissing me off too.
Funny how I suddenly hate almost everyone at this party.
When I dare look at Kira, I see that she’s facing away from me. Can’t see her face or what’s going on in those pretty eyes.
Dana’s sneaking worried glances at her as they speak.
God damn it. I knew coming here would be a mistake.
“Look away. The way you stare at her makes it obvious.”
“Makes what obvious?” I ask Ryan.
“Everything.”
He doesn’t need to expound on that. I’m very aware of what he means.
Just as I’m about to rip my stare away, a tall kid comes up to Kira. He’s fucking gigantic, at least five inches taller than me, if not six.
He bends at the waist to get low enough to hug Kira. The smile on his face is too huge.
He’s into her. Really fucking into her. His eyes say it all.
That’s probably what I look like every time I smile at her. Like a besotted fool.
“Turn around. Walk away. Now.”
I have no idea how I manage to listen to Ryan, but thankfully I do. It feels like one moment I’m in that living room, seconds away from storming over to Kira and yanking that boy off her.
I blink, and the next moment I’m out in one of the halls, near a staircase.
Yeah. Upstairs. It’s the last place I want to go, especially with that kid near Kira, but I need to put distance between me and them.
The amount of questioning glances thrown my way while I’m heading up the stairs makes me pause on the landing.
Shit, I know I probably look like an angry devil but I usually do. Why the hell are they looking at me like that?
A prickling suspicion arises in my mind.
If that bitch is spreading more rumors around . . .
Son of a bitch.
Another thing to worry about.
I go in search of a bathroom, because I have nowhere better to go until I cool down. Two bathrooms later, and I still haven’t found an empty one to chill in for a few.
With no actual destination in mind, I roam the halls, heading deeper into the house. I make a right and see the end of the hallway.
No point going that way.
I’m about to turn and head back in the direction I came, when the slightly ajar door at the end catches my attention.
What sounds like a feminine moan reaches me.
Whatever. Someone’s getting laid.
I turn to leave.
Another feminine moan, different in tone to the first, makes me pause.
Did I just hear what I think I heard?
Out of curiosity, I walk toward the door, stepping quietly and straining to hear.
Two women are moaning. No sign of a male with them. Maybe he’s watching? Or maybe it’s two girls getting it on.
But that’s not what has me sneaking closer to the door. I think one of them moaned a certain name.
A few feet away from the door, I hear it again.
“Oh my God, baby, yes. Lick my nipple. Your tongue feels so good, Jenn.”
My heart explodes into a racing, excited beat.
Holy fuck. Bingo. Yes.
I always suspected. Always. But she’s been good all these years. Kept it under tight wraps, to the point that none of us really knew no matter how much we dug for information.
One thing is for the whole world to know she’s slutting it around. That’s bad, but excusable.
But everyone knows her dad’s stance on any kind of homosexuality. Man on man. Girl on girl. It doesn’t matter, he’s utterly against it.
And daddy holds Jennifer’s entire life in his hands.
I stop before the door. On the other side, the moans are escalating and I hear the wet sound of kissing.
Slowly, moving like a snail, I bring my phone out and open the camera. Just as slowly, I push the door open with my index finger, holding my breath. Praying. Waiting for a sound.
The door opens enough for me to see.
As soon as I do, I aim my camera at the scene before me and hit record.
Jennifer’s on top of another blond girl. Their skirts are around their waists, panties gone. Shirts are pulled down, tits bared.
They’re making out, messy, tongues glistening. Bodies writhing. Pussies grinding on a wet slide. Hard nipples brush against hard nipples.
It isn’t until Jennifer stops kissing the girl and lowers her head to suck on her nipple that I recognize who she’s rubbing pussies with.
Jesus. That’s Megan. Nick’s girl.
Nick is one of the only people I know that has been big on monogamy his whole life. He was raised to believe in that.
There’s no way he okay’d this. No way he’ll forgive Megan.
This is going to destroy my boy.
Yet, I can’t disregard it. This is the thing I’ve been searching to get for weeks. I need to use this against Jennifer. It’s the perfect revenge.
Plus, Nick deserves to know he’s being cheated on even if it’s with a girl. I wish I could tell him straight up, but once this gets out, I can’t have this traced back to me in any way.
The goal isn’t to make Jenn an even bigger enemy. It’s to fuck up her life so bad she won’t have the energy or time to focus on me and Kira.
Jennifer rises up and adjust her legs, so one is over Megan’s and their pussies press together even more. She reaches down to play with Megan’s rock hard nipples.
Megan reaches up to play with Jennifer’s, their hips circling faster and faster. Right as their moans escalate, and it’s obvious both are about to come, Megan pulls Jennifer down and starts making out with her again.
God damn. These girls are passionately fucking the shit out of each other.
Back in the day, this would’ve had me drooling. Stepping into the room and offering them both cock.
Now, I’m drooling for an entire different reason. It’s fucked up, but Jenn has this coming to her.
And I’m going to make sure this video ends up in the right hands.
Both girls cry out loudly as they come.
That’s all I need. Before they come down off their high and notice me here, I end the recording and head back the way I came.
I can’t fucking believe my luck. If I had never come up here, I would have never stumbled upon that little scene.
Shit, man. I guess it’s true what they say. Sometimes things happen for a reason.
On that note, it’s time I return downstairs and check on my girl.
As I jog down the steps, I make sure the video gets uploaded to my cloud drive. Don’t want to risk losing it.
I bump into Ryan and Dana at the foot of the stairs. Where’s Kira? I lower my voice and ask them just that.
“She said she was going to step outside for a bit. Someone was talking about how you once fucked them, and were betting they could succeed where Renee failed. She was really pissed.”
Fucking shit. What the fuck is wrong with all these girls? I gave them dick once, a select few twice, and they think they now own a part of me or something?
Ryan shakes his head, jaw tense.
I pull out my phone to call Kira. “How the hell do you deal with the vindictiveness of these chicks?” I ask Dana, because I know she goes through the same thing when it comes to Ryan.
“I don’t deal with it very well. But…” Dana lowers her voice so no one can hear her either “… at least I can claim my man publicly.”
The need to separate my father from Sonia chokes me. I dial Kira’s number and walk away from everyone.
She picks up on the second ring.
“Where are you?” I barely stop myself from adding baby.
“Outside.”
Fuck. She’s livid. That tight, controlled tone is one I know well. “I’ll come to you.”
“I’m seriously considering leaving.”
“I’ll come with you.” Her silence tells me she just might not want me with her. Fuck that. I love her but distance is one thing I’m not giving her. “I’m coming out to search for you so you might as well tell me where you are.”
“I already requested an Uber.”
I walk out the front door. “Please. Where are you?”
She’s silent for a second, then mumbles, “Two houses down to the right. I didn’t want anyone to see me.”
Because she’s upset. I clear the driveway and make the right turn. “I’m coming, baby.” I hang up the call with her and let Ryan know we’re taking a cab home.
I find Kira right where she told me she would be. She’s leaning against one of the trees at the end of a driveway.
There’s an open bottle in her hand.
My girl and I share yet another unhealthy trait; we drink when we’re pissed.
I stop next to her and rub my thumb across her cheek. When she doesn’t pull away, I let out a silent sigh.
She holds up the bottle to me. “Want some?”
I take it from her with a smirk. “How far is the Uber?”
“Says ten minutes now.”
Meaning: she’s been out here waiting for it for a while. Probably the entire time I was recording Jenn and Megan.
I swallow a mouthful of Jack, wincing. Rum isn’t my go-to. I’m usually a whiskey or vodka kind of guy. But I’m guessing she went with the first thing she found.
I watch her as she stares off into space. I’m next to her. For now, that’s enough. I’ll give her a few minutes to mentally deal with whatever she’s dealing with before talking to her.
“We should know better than to go to parties together, huh?”
Her wry tone makes me chuckle. “We shouldn’t go at all. Staying at my place from now on is the best option.”
Her eyes flash with sadness and she finally looks at me. “It’s your friend’s birthday. Go back in there and spend the night with him. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“No.” I hand her back the bottle, hoping she understands that this is one argument she will never win. Sure, I didn’t even get to see Nick and wish him happy birthday, but Kira isn’t leaving without me.
She rolls her eyes at me and tilts the bottle to her lips. “Where did you go off to?”
I want to tell her so badly, but I promised myself I’d keep her out of my fucked up plans as much as possible. Lying to her is fucked up and one of the last things I want to do.
The very last thing though? Drag her deeper into some twisted shit. She has enough of that to deal with while being with me.
“I had to cool down. That girl pissed me the fuck off.” Not a lie.
“You?” She scoffs and hands me back the bottle.
I know she’s being sarcastic, but I answer that anyway. “Yes, me. I didn’t want her fucking hands on me. And I definitely didn’t want you suffering because of a stupid mistake from the past.”
Kira stares at me out of the corner of her eye. “Oh? So now it’s a mistake?”
I know what she’s really asking. Back then, I didn’t consider my lifestyle to be a mistake. I was too busy having fun, using chicks, and running from my feelings for Kira.
But now I know the truth. “Had I never lived the life I lived, you wouldn’t have more reasons to suffer today.”
Her expression softens and it makes me want to kiss the breath out of her. “I’ve made my fair share of mistakes that have caused you pain, haven’t I?”
Austin. Thinking about him burns as always. Will it ever not hurt? And he’s only one. She has to deal with the many and I don’t know how she does it. “You didn’t make as many mistakes as me, baby.”
She shrugs and we segue into silence. The bottle is passed between us a few more times and we manage to finish almost half of the liquid by the time the Uber car pulls up.
Kira twists the cap back on the bottle. The driver lowers the window and leans toward her. “Kira Roth?”
“Yup. That’s me.”
I open the door for her and she slides in. I get in after her and bring her in close to my side.
We sit like that the whole ride, exchanging the bottle for a few more drinks.
The car comes up to Kira’s old house and I remember that the entire family that lives there is currently on vacation. “You can drop us off here.”
Kira quirks her brow at me, questioning me.
The cab stops in front of the house and I urge her to exit.
“What are we doing?”
I grab her hand without answering and lead her up the driveway, toward the back of the house.
“Oh my God, Brayden!” Kira hisses, trying to pull her hand out of mine. “Are you crazy? You just finished getting arraigned for one offense! We can’t get caught trespassing!”