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“Then what’s it matter if I have a girlfriend?”
“It doesn’t. Considering you’re practically a child.”
He laughed. “Farthest thing from it, babe.” He inched back over so their elbows touched again. This time, she didn’t move. “So, what’s up? You bangin’ Rook? What’s your story?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Come on, you just heard some of my greatest hits in there.”
“Yeah. I really didn’t need to hear all that. Forgive me if I’m not really into celebrating someone’s adolescent sexual abuse.”
“Nah, come on. It wasn’t even like that. For one, the consent age in Canada is 16, not to mention I initiated it with both of them, so if anyone’s the creep, it’s me. Trust me, I fuckin’ wanted it.”
“You’re tellin’ me that at 16, you had the balls to initiate sex with not one, but two much older, married women?”
“That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you, babe. What can I say?” He turned to face her. “Older women do it for me.”
She turned towards him. “Your girlfriend should do it for you.”
“She does.”
“Then what are you doing out here with me?”
He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Amara, Amara. Clearly, you’ve gotten,” he cocked his head sideways and leaned into her face, his lips brushing ever-so-slightly against hers, “the wrong impression of me.” She felt him breathing against her lips and closed her eyes. Despite how wrong this all was, she bit her bottom lip, waiting and wanting so badly for him to kiss her. Instead, he pulled away suddenly. “No worries. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”
Making his way back over to the sliding glass door, he opened it and turned to face her. “But we both know you’ll still be thinkin’ about me. Oh, you should probably check on your boyfriend. He’s been in my bedroom with that bird for a bit now. I sure hope everything is OK.” He shrugged and stepped inside.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” she yelled, as he shut the door.
She took a deep breath, grabbed onto the railing to steady herself, and crossed her legs. How the fuck is that fucker only 20? she thought, hoping she’d remembered to charge her vibrator recently.
She’d definitely be using it later.
When she finally got herself together and came inside, the other girl was back in the living room, straddling Dalesy’s lap and kissing his neck, but there was no sign of Ryan. Amara peeked into the kitchen, but nothing, so she made her way to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. As she rounded the corner, she saw him come stumbling out of what she assumed was Tyler’s room.
“Amara!” he yelled, stretching his arms out to hug her as she approached him. “There you are!” She could see in his eyes that he was hammered. “Yo,” he whispered, leaning half on her, half on the wall. “That girl just totally blew me. I don’t even know her name. She just told me to follow her and started taking my pants off. We didn’t even kiss. I blew a huge load all over Hayes’s sheets though.”
“That’s…wow, that’s such a great story, Ryan. I think it’s time we get you back upstairs, OK?” He slumped against the wall and slid slowly until his ass hit the floor, just as Tyler showed up.
“Havin’ fun, Rook?”
“Amara, should I tell him about his sheets?”
“The fuck you do to my sheets?”
“Ryan, be quiet. Tyler, help me get him back upstairs and into a bed, please.”
They managed to scoop him up and get him out the door and down the hall to the elevator. As they waited for it, each of his arms draped around their shoulders, he began rambling. “You know what, Hayes? Fuckin’, I don’t think I like you.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. You’re kind of a douche.”
Amara stifled a laugh.
“That’s OK, Rook. Amara likes me, isn’t that right, babe?”
“Tyler…”
