Page 12 of Shade
I nod. “You’re right.”
I wish she was. I wish I knew for sure Reece would be there for Rhya, but I know he won’t in the same sense I have been.
It’s Tiller’s voice of reasoning when we land that gets me thinking less about Rhya for the moment and more about the next couple days in Seattle. More importantly, our New Year’s Eve party we have planned for the penthouse suite.
“All my plans for the next few days involve eating, drinking, and pussy,” Tiller notes, right in front of the flight attendant as we’re exiting the plane. And then he winks at her, even though he was a complete ass to her the entire flight. “Maybe all of them at the same time.”
Willa slaps my chest. “You have a meeting at 9:00 a.m. Don’t stay out too late. I don’t care what you guys do on New Year’s, but you have to be at that meeting.”
I don’t pay any attention to anything she’s saying because in the car on the way to the hotel, she’ll remind me a half a dozen times and even set the alarm on my phone.
I’m more entertained by my brother who’s pulled off the hood of his sweatshirt for the first time and acknowledges the timid girl in front of him. The one who’s probably never been treated so badly by a passenger as she was by him. You’d think he’d offer an apology but sadly he won’t.
Want to know the worst part about this particular interaction between these two?
She’d still fuck him. If he even so much as indicated he’d fuck her, she’d have her legs up around her ears to get him inside her. I know this because I’m experienced in this department, as are my brothers. It’s not even a game anymore. There’s absolutely no chase involved. All we have to do is glance in a girl’s direction, nod, or whatever and they’ll come over ready and willing.
But for this particular flight attendant, it’s not happening as Tiller moves past her without another glance as we exit the plane.
“Screw New Year’s Eve, there better be pussy lined up for tonight.” And then he looks back over his shoulder and turns to walk backward, his eyes on the ass of the flight attendant. “I bet she’s never took it up the ass before.”
Willa shakes her head, unfazed by our crudeness. Believe me, she’s heard it all. She could walk in on us fucking a girl and keep a straight face. It’s happened a few times.
I glance over my shoulder, too, at the girl and notice she’s actually pretty fucking hot. Tight ass, perky tits, probably just barely eighteen. For a moment, I fantasize about fucking her in the ass. Blame Tiller. He put the idea in my head, and his. My dick stirs in my jeans, but that’s all.
“Yeah, highly doubt she’s taken it up the ass.” I turn back around, turning my phone back on to see if I’ve missed any messages.
Tiller watches the girl for another few seconds, seeming interested, but not enough to go ask for her number. Losing interest, he bumps his shoulder into mine. “How’s Rhya?”
He cares about Rhya. We all do even when we say we don’t. Again, I shrug, because it’s my body’s natural reaction to the question.
“Fucked up as usual,” I mumble, noticing I have a dozen messages from the guys I know up here in Seattle, all waiting to hear where the party’s at tonight or any other night during our week-long stay in the northwest. “She got out of rehab this morning and was already fuckin’ high.” We stop at the gate after exiting the plane, Carl moving around me to walk in front of the three of us. “I’m done. I told her I couldn’t help her anymore.”
Tiller’s eyes move to mine, squinting. Adjusting the backpack on his shoulders, he pulls his hood back over his head covering his eyes in shadows. “And you mean it this time?”
“I do.” Deep down, I’m not sure, but I know I need to mean it, for Rhya’s sake. Not just mine. Pay attention to this next part. The part where I walk away. Do you think I can?
No. I can’t. I can’t because she’s someone who begs me from her knees to make me think she means it.
But you know what, she’s silent now. There’s no more begging.
I’m someone who keeps my word. It may take me a while to make a decision, but once I do, I stick to it. Don’t believe me? Here’s proof. In the world of freestyle motocross, I’m known for my double backflip. I made my mark in history with it but I wasn’t always good at it. I crashed and landed on my head more times than I care to admit while I practiced that particular move. One thing remained the same. I said I was going to do it at the X-Games and fuck, I was going to do it. Anytime I say I’m going to do something, I keep my word.
Now won’t be any different.
As I scroll through my messages on my phone and I don’t see any from Rhya, I know she knows the same thing. I’m keeping my word. I’m done.
