I clench my fists and I’m immediately on edge thinking about all the other guys here who will be fawning all over her.
“Yo, Carse.” I smack his chest. “You alright with your sister wearing that?” I nod my head toward Kenna.
Carson nearly chokes on his drink and then shakes his head at me. “You gotta compose yourself, G. Subtlety has not been your strength when it comes to Mack today.” He rolls his eyes as he adds, “And for the record, I don’t give a shit what she wears. Especially when Katie and the rest of the girls here are wearing just as little.”
That makes me spin my head to do a double-take. Lo and behold, Carson is right. Katie is also wearing cut-off shorts and a crop top. Though I’m not filled with anger and jealousy when I think of the guys here looking at her.
Jealousy? Come on, G. Get your shit together.
I grab a cup and pour myself a rum and soda too as the girls try to make their way over to us. They’re stopped by several of their friends on their way to the kitchen.
“Kitty, we’re partners for beer pong,” Carson shouts to Katie as she approaches us. Kitty is an innocent nickname from when we were younger. I’ve always called her Katie Cat and Carse, being Carse, decided to call her Kitty from then on.
Although, I haven’t heard him use the nickname in a while, he must already be feeling it. We took a few pregame shots while we ate our pizzas.
“Okay, but Kenna and I were just about to join a game of Never Have I Ever. So put our names on the list, but let’s wait for a few rounds,” Katie replies to Carse.
“For sure. G, are you in for a game?” Carson asks me.
“I’m game,” I say as we head outside through the back of the house. Once we’re outside, we join a few others who are gathered around a fire. I take a seat on one of the Adirondack chairs that surround the fire pit.
Carson sits in the chair next to me and Katie and Kenna sit on the arms of each of our chairs. Kenna chooses to sit on my chair.
She’s close enough that her scent wraps around me. Her signature citrusy perfume is mixed with the faint smell of her sunscreen from earlier in the day.
That makes me smile to myself. She’s not like most of the other girls here. She didn’t fuss over getting ready—she doesn’t need to.
Kenna has always been effortlessly beautiful. With her wavy, honey-blonde hair coming to just above the waist of her shorts and sun-kissed skin, she looks more like a Cali-girl than the Midwestern goddess she is.
I’m tempted to reach my hand up and run my fingers through her hair. Massage my fingers on her scalp. Wrap her long locks around my fist and—fuck.
I try to subtly adjust myself to hide my semi and shove those thoughts from my head before I sit here with a raging hard-on.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, let’s get this game started. Everyone has a full drink?” Jackson asks.
We all hold our drinks up as he says, “Good. I’ll go first. Never have I ever given a lap dance.”
I just about shit myself when both Katie and Kenna take a sip from their drinks.The fuck?
Katie looks over and shrugs when she catches me glaring at her. She just shrugs! We will most certainly be circling back to that tomorrow.
“This won’t be any fun if you’re just going to judge your sister all night,” Kenna says as she swats my chest, breaking my glare off with Katie.
“I’m not judging anyone. Can’t a guy contemplate how the hell his baby sister grew up so fast?”
“One, she’s not a baby, I thought we established that earlier. Two, she didn’t saywhoshe gave the lap dance to.”
I raise one of my eyebrows at that. Then both fly to my forehead as she says, “It was me. We went clubbing, and all the girls we were with were rubbing up on guys, crawling in their laps, and we thought it’d be funny to give each other lap dances so the guys would stop hitting on us.”
I chuckle. “And how’d that go for you?”
“It backfired immensely. Who knew guys loved girl-on-girl action so much?”
“Everyone. Literally everyone,” I deadpan. “Though seeing you grind on my sister would have definitely deterred me.”
A flash of hurt crosses over Kenna’s face before she quickly masks it with a roll of her eyes.
“My turn. Never have I ever kissed more than one person in twenty-four hours,” says Katie.
