“What did you do?”
“Annoyed him mostly. I tried to get under his skin. Anything to make him notice me.” I stop short of telling him that I drugged my stepbrother and made him fuck my girlfriend while his girl sucked me off. That feels like oversharing.
“Have you done anything with him?”
A trickle of unease travels down my spine, and I peer at Jackson. “Sexual?”
“Yeah.”
“No,” I lie, feeling oddly protective of Cole. “He won’t let me close.”
“Do you mind if I ask who the guy is who got you this worked up?”
Breaking eye contact, I stare back up at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want me anyway.”
“That’s his loss.” Jackson leans over me to switch off the bedside lamp before lying back down. My eyes are slow to adjust to the darkness. It’s strange to be in someone else’s bedroom and even stranger to smell another guy on the pillows, but I’m too exhausted to care. Within minutes, I’m out like a light.
JACKSON
Blaise sure knows how to sleep like the dead. It’s almost ten in the morning, and he’s still out cold. He must have been warm in the night because he’s removed his T-shirt. Chuckling, I open mycamera app and take a quick photograph of him shirtless in my bed. Cole will love this. Fuck me, Blaise makes this too easy. I mean, it would work better for me if he would let me kiss him or fuck him, but a photograph will do nicely.
While Blaise sleeps like a baby, I open my chat with Cole and type out a short message to go with the photograph. The moment I hit send, Blaise stirs, and the muscles shift enticingly in his tanned back as I put my phone on silent. No doubt Cole will blow up my phone with calls and messages soon.
“Fuck, what time is it?” Blaise asks in a sleepy, gruff voice as he lifts his head off the pillow. His dark hair is a crow’s nest, and he has pillow streaks on his cheek. I can see what has Cole so worked up. Blaise is sinfully hot. How do I even know about their little dalliance? Well, Cole wasn’t exactly subtle at the chase. Anyone could have walked by and seen him take advantage of Blaise. It just so happened I followed him, and the evidence is on my phone. I don’t care what it takes or who I have to throw under the bus; I will get my spot back on the team. And in the meantime, why not play with them both? Have a bit of fun.
“It’s ten,” I reply, and Blaise looks at me, balanced on his elbows. I try not to make it obvious that I’m checking out the bulging muscles in his arms or the kinks in his dark hair at the nape of his neck. He looks freshly fucked.
“Shit… I should get going,” he replies, but he makes no move to leave, and my smile grows when my phone vibrates on the nightstand.
Right on cue.
Turning over on my side, I flash Blaise my most charming smile—the one with a dimple and shit. Girls lose their panties every time it comes out to play, much like my cock. His eyes drop to my lips before he can stop it, but then he sits up and leans over to grab his T-shirt off the floor. He’s more flighty than a damn virgin, and I find myself wondering if he’s ever had a guy poundhis ass so hard he couldn’t walk the next day. I doubt it. Blaise likes to be in control, and so does that two-faced fucker Cole. No wonder they clash. Until one of them gives in, they’ll continue skirting each other.
“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask as I climb out of bed and strip out of my clothes.
Blaise blinks at me, and I grab a towel from the dresser and toss it at his face before I collect one for myself. “I’ll catch a quick shower, and then you can have one after me.” I don’t wait for his response as I enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. Scrubbing down, I soap up and rinse off before stepping out and tying a towel around my waist.
Blaise is where I left him, looking confused as hell. “The shower is all yours,” I say, and he walks into the bathroom like an obedient puppy. I stop short of calling out, “Good boy,” as the door shuts behind him.
Oh, I love a car crash. Any minute now, Cole will be over, and I can’t wait to watch him flip his shit. With that thought in mind, I pull on a pair of jeans and leave them unzipped. Water droplets cover my chest, and my wet hair dampens my neck as hard knocks pound the front door.
This shit is too fucking good. Chuckling under my breath, I jog downstairs, cross the hallway to the front door, and pull it open. Cole looks up when I lean my forearm against the doorframe. “Well, this is unexpected.” No sooner have the words left my mouth than his fist slams into my cheek. I’ve got to give it to him, he has a mean right hook.
“Where the fuck is he?” he seethes, trying to push past me, but I block the doorway.
“He’s in the shower. Now fuck off home.” Wiping blood from my busted lip, I smirk at him. “I have to say, he has a tight ass, and those sweet fucking moans?—”
He goes to swing again, but I shove him away with such force he stumbles down the porch steps and only just manages to grab hold of the railing before he falls on his ass. Jumping to his feet, he storms back up and walks right into me, chest puffed up and all. “I’m gonna kill you, Jackson! You’re fucking dead.”
“Why are you so worked up?” I mock, squaring up with him. “Are you into your stepbrother?”
Blanching, he stumbles back. You would have thought I punched him. His face drains of color as he looks over my shoulder. My peppermint soap on Blaise’s skin hits me before his voice cuts through the tension. “Cole? Why are you here? Is everything okay at home?”
My smirk grows, and Cole swallows as he looks between us. “Yeah…” he says, his voice scratchy. “Your dad is worried about you. He asked me to come and pick you up.”
I move away from Blaise, and he sidesteps me while his Cole stares at me with a broken look I wish I could frame and put on my wall. Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I wink at him. Swinging around, he follows Blaise to the car, and I wait until the headlights disappear around the corner.
BLAISE