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“She’s an airhead. She can’t help herself.” Tucker breaks his sentence off laughing. “What about you, Bran?” Tucker snatches the joint from Kyler, handing it to me.
I take a hit, closing my eyes as my head falls back against the couch.
Tucker is my best friend. I bullied the shit out of him, still do, but he just keeps coming back, like a loyal dog. So, I decided to keep him. And fine, maybe I enjoy his company.
“I think, how the fuck can you not get off to her loving your dick so much she soaks it?”
Everyone ponders that for a moment. Light bulbs blinking above their heads.
That’s why I am the boss.
The women file down the stairs. All dressed in the most fuck-me dresses I’ve ever seen. My personal favorite is the sweet strawberry blonde in a sparkly champagne dress. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else is wearing.
Tonight, we are going clubbing.
To one of the most expensive, exotic, sought-after clubs out there.
Tucker whistles. “Damn, Em.”
My sister fucking blushes. Is there not some sort of bro code against this?
Cameramen file out behind us as we walk to the limo, Tucker and Rayne fucking around. I should be threatened but I’m not. That’s pure love in the form of friendship.
And we are raw. Complicated, with deep emotions she doesn’t understand.
* * *
I was a watcher. I never participate in anything. I always sit in the VIP section and observe.
My Darling is a loose cannon tonight. Dancing on the bartop with a grand bottle of champagne in her hand. So careless. So free. Making a scene for all the miserable fucks. Ah, and here enters her better half. Tucker jumps up, kicking some asshole off the bartop that got too close. But then he has to go and dance with her. She’s belting out lyrics to the song blaring through the speakers. The crowd joins in. She has no clue how she gathered a crowd. She is such a light, so authentic you can’t help but look at her. I mean, fuck, just look at her.
Tori steps on the bar. Not being able to stand not having all the attention. She takes her top off. Throwing it into the crowd. But Rayne doesn’t care as she’s already trying to get down. Tucker has to help her, and they both almost fall over. I chuckle at them as they lean on each other to get up the stairs to our section.
Cameramen are shoved around as one is dedicated to follow each of us. Mine is getting an easier job since I don’t move too much. Lucky bastard.
“You need to chill, Strawberry. They were cheering for me. As soon as I stepped up, no one even noticed you.”
She huffs. “That’s so true, Tuck. What type of blood do you use to enhance your face?”
He stops at the top, facing her. “Why the hell would you say that?” he sputters.
“Because I heard rich people do that.”
“So, you’re stereotyping me?”
“Like you did me?” she shoots back. “Just a giant coke fanatic here. Nothing to see.”
“Oh! You want to do some?” Tucker asks, pulling his phone out.
She shoves him. “No.”
Her eyes lock with mine. I lick my lips and she smiles, strutting toward me. “Mr. Mysterious,” she whispers, crawling into my lap. My hands go to her ass, gripping the plump flesh.
Her body begins to move to the music. Her hot core sliding over my jean-clad length. My dick begins to grow with every movement.
I throw my head back when she grinds into me until I can’t take it.
Lifting her, I take us to the private bathroom. Setting her on the counter and locking the door.
