To say I’m not thrilled about this date is an understatement. I’d rather sit at home and jerk myself off than do this. The only reason I’m not bailing is that it’s an opportunity to hang out with Addison. She’s been distant since the incident in the kitchen … when I was about to shove my tongue down her throat and take her on the counter.

She wants me. I’m sure of it. She’s trying to fight the desire and keep her good girl image. I know if I break her, if I get into her panties, I’m done for.

That’s the one trigger to get my ass kicked out of here.

It’s fucked up I want to spend time with my stepsister. It’s even more screwed up that I was thinking about her when I was jacking off in the shower this morning.

I couldn’t help it. I’d set an image in my mind as I stroked myself: a curvy swimsuit model, but by the time I was ready to bust, my imagination took a turn. That model’s face transformed into Addison’s. Her tits became Addison’s, and those lips around my cock were her sweet pink ones.

There’s something about her that’s overtaking me. I can’t stop thinking about her.

I snap the buttons on my shirt and sit on the edge of my bed. She has a boyfriend. I need to get her out of my head, out of my system.

“Hey there, handsome,” Savannah says, standing in my doorway.

This chick might be the ticket to my new state of mind. If she doesn’t annoy the shit out of me tonight, I might fuck her until I can clear my head.

Savannah’s red dress is so tight I’m not sure how she even managed to get it on. I blink a few times, focusing my eyes on her tits, and I know she’s going to have a nip slip tonight, which I’m positive is intentional. It will also be intentional that she suggests I wrap my tongue around her nipple and ram my cock inside her later.

She saunters into my room, her long legs on full display, and grabs my hand to pull me into the living room. I grunt when I’m pushed down on the couch. My eyes fix on her as she climbs on my lap. She grinds against my dick. I can’t help but get hard when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

“I’ve been excited about this date all week,” she says into my ear. “I can’t wait for you to fuck my brains out.”

I’m positive she’s not as exciting in the sack as she’s trying to lead on, but if I get wasted enough, she’ll do.

“Fuck, Savannah. Can’t you wait until after he buys you dinner before you give it up? Have some respect for yourself.”

Both of our heads turn to find Savannah and Cam standing a few feet away from us.

“Cam,” Addison yells, smacking his arm for his comment. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

All eyes turn to me. Savannah is waiting for me to come to her defense, which isn’t going to happen. I’m not about to defend her with Addison standing right there. She’s already looking at me like I’m scum for letting her friend dry hump me. Cam looks like he wants to drag a knife across my throat. I guess he’s still not over the other day at the club.

This is going to be a fucking blast.

Savannah shoots Cam a dirty look. “Screw you, Cam!”

I tap her thigh, silently telling her to get off my lap, and she does. I breathe in a rush of air when I look at Addison.

She looks hot as fuck. Her hair is pulled away from her face, a few tendrils falling around her ears. Her dress is black, crossing across her neck with slits on each side, and hits a few inches above her knees.

My dick gets harder looking at her than it did when Savannah was hopping on it, ready to ride me.

Cam clears his throat. It’s obvious I’m checking out his girl.

“You guys ready to go?” he asks. “I’m not going to miss our reservation because Savannah needs her pussy stroked.”

* * *

The place we go to is too fucking fancy for my taste. A cheeseburger is twenty-five dollars.

Thank fuck, I got decent tips last night, or Savannah’s ass would be in the kitchen helping me wash dishes to pay for our bill. I briefly considered making her pay for her own. I don’t want to be here. I didn’t want to take her on this date, but I know that will make me look like a cheap, inconsiderate bastard.

The meal is awkward, of course. No one is comfortable. Savannah can’t keep her hands off my dick. Cam keeps saying the stupidest shit, and Addison has barely muttered a full sentence.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Savannah says, throwing her napkin down on the table. She grabs her purse and gets up.

“You want me to go with you?” Addison asks, scooting her chair out.

I’ll never understand the whole girls have to go to the restroom in a group thing. The last thing I want to do is schedule bathroom breaks at the urinals with my boys.

“It’s fine, girl. Eat. I’ll be right back,” Savannah answers, signaling for her to stay put.

A minute later, Cam’s phone buzzes.

He stares at his screen a few seconds, his eyes widening. “I’ll be right back. This is my dad. It’s important.”

I look away when his lips brush against Addison’s cheek before he leaves the table. “I guess that leaves just the two of us.” I start to lift my drink to cheers her when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I sift it out, fully prepared to hit the fuck you button, but my stomach curdles when I see Margo’s name flashing across the screen.

Shit. Calls from her are never good.

I suck in a breath. “Fuck. I have to take this.” I feel bad for leaving her alone at the table, but I can’t ignore this call.

Addison nods, like it doesn’t matter that everyone is ditching her, but I can see in her eyes it does.

I spend an agonizing five minutes talking Margo down and hang up with her. I shoot Kelton a text next to let him know what’s going down. I’ll always have his back. My phone gets shoved back in my pocket as I make my way back to our table, hoping this date ends soon.

I stop before I make it there when I hear Cam’s voice. I take a step closer and realize he’s behind a closed door.

“You were trying to make me jealous, weren’t you?” he angrily asks.

“You know that,” a sensual voice I recognize answers. “And it worked because your hand is up my dress right now.”

“Fuck you,” he fires back. “You were flirting with him, practically taking his cock on the couch for me to see. You knew damn well that shit would piss me off. Don’t do that again, especially with that fucking loser. You’ll regret it.”

I ball up my fist at the same time Savannah lets out a loud moan.

“I can fuck whoever I want, and yes, I’ll be screwing his brains out tonight,” Savannah says with a groan.

That’s not fucking happening. My dick isn’t going anywhere near that broad.

“The fuck you will be,” Cam spats.

“You’re still with Addison.” She says her name in distaste, like it’s poison. “You have sex with her. You tell her you love her! You need to make a decision. Leave her, or I’m done.”

“Babe, you know I love you,” he says. “Give me a little more time.”

I slightly open the door, careful not to make a sound, and see Cam’s hand pumping in and out of Savannah’s pussy. She’s pushed up against a wall, her ass lodged against his cock as she grinds against it. She gasps when he pulls down his pants and slides inside her.

Oh fuck, shit just got worse.

My nails bite into the side of the door. He grunts with each slam inside her.

My pulse elevates as I push open the door and walk into the room, unable to hold back my anger any longer.

“Looks like you still don’t know how to fuck a woman right.”

Cam freezes at the sound of my voice. Savannah looks back at me, and a sly, venomous smile spreads across her lips. She knows I’m going to tell Addison. She’d rather hurt her best friend than lose her temporary dick.

I dart towards them and shove Cam away from Savannah. He grunts when his back hits the wall, and my hand wraps around his throat. He gasps for air, his pants hanging around his ankles. I spit in his face, ready to plant my fist there next, but suddenly pull back and release him. I can’t go to jail, and I know this pretty boy will press charges.

“What are you going to do, huh?” Cam asks in between heavy breaths. “You going to hit me?”

Oh yeah, he’d definitely press charges.

“You don’t deserve her,” I hiss. “Break up with her before I tell her what pieces of shits you both are.”

He lets out a cynical laugh. “I don’t deserve her? Please don’t tell me you think you do.”

“Fuck you!”

Cockiness flickers across his face. “I see the way you look at her.” Sweat starts to build around his forehead. He’s nervous of Addison finding out. He loves her, I don’t doubt that, but he’s also a selfish prick. “She’ll never be with you. You’re trash, scum off the West Coast streets with a criminal record. Sure, you might succeed getting into her panties now because you’re going to tell her about Savannah and me. But she’ll be back in my arms. You can guarantee that.”

His words punch me straight in the face. “Fuck you, Cam!”

“No, fuck you, Zeth!”

I push him back against the wall, rougher this time, but don’t pin him. “Do you want me to kill you? Leave now. I’ll take Addison home. You can meet us there and tell her what you,” I look at Savannah, “and this hoe have been up to.”

He slides along the wall to get away from me and laughs bitterly. “Addison will be my wife in the next five years, and you’ll be waiting for your next prison trip.”

“I’ll never be your wife, Cam.”

Everyone, including myself, stops in shock and turns around at the sound of Addison’s voice. She’s standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Her face is bright red as she fights back tears.

I’m not sure how much she heard or saw, but there’s no mistaken what happened here. Her boyfriend’s pants are down, and his shrimp cock is dangling between his legs. Her best friend’s dress is up to her waist and wrinkled, and her hair is a mess.

She looks at Savannah. “And you’re supposed to be my best friend.” Her attention moves to Cam. “You’re both dead to me.”