Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ashton
The Kid Laroi - Fuck You, Goodbye
I was laying in bed, jerking my cock to some porno, when my bedroom door flew open and Kash and Jameson charged in, anger radiating from the both of them. I blew out a sigh, continuing to stroke myself as my gaze remained pinned to the busty blonde on the screen, her large tits flopping around. Her moans echoed around the room, sending a spike of desire through me that helped speed up the process.
“Don’t mind us,” Kash said dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he leaned against the wall nearest to my door.
“Fuck off,” I grunted. “Should have knocked.”
The desire faded as quickly as it had come, leaving me frustrated and back at square one. Screw it. I threw my phone down on the mattress and tucked my dick back in my boxers before pulling up my sweats. My head hit the pillow with a frustrated huff of air falling from my lips.
The guys took that time to approach, taking up the spot at the foot of my bed. Jamie had his phone in hand, his eyes flashing with something furious as he scrolled. When he found what he was looking for, he handed me the phone.
I gave him a quizzical look, not sure why he was so concerned with a random ass video on the school page.
“Hit play, dickhead.”
I obeyed, squinting as the video finally focused on the couple standing near some building. The girl was holding a condom in her hand. A few words were exchanged between them, but their voices were muffled due to the distance. In no time, the guy who I immediately recognized as Lucas after a few moments, turned her, hoisting her up against the side of the building before pounding into her. Everleigh’s head fell back, a pink tint coating her pale skin. Despite Lucas not seeming to know how to fuck, she had a similar expression on her face that she’d had when I fucked her. She liked it hard and rough. Or at least…she used to. Lucas was fucking her like he didn’t want to break her.
My hand tightened around the device, my eyes narrowing on the couple displayed within the screen.
Sucking in a deep breath, I handed the phone back to Jamie. “This could work in our favor.” Ignoring the slice of pain that shot through my chest, I sat up, positioning my back against the headboard.
I needed to pull my shit together. There was absolutely no reason Everleigh should have any effect whatsoever on my heart. She was the first girl I loved—the only girl I’d loved—so, maybe that was why. My body hadn’t caught up to my mind just yet. It didn’t make seeing her in that video any easier, though. The way she clung to him like a lifeline, pulling him closer to her while her lips parted on a silent moan. She didn’t deserve to feel good. She didn’t deserve happiness.
Kash’s words were the ones that sliced through my thoughts. “How exactly would this work in our favor?” His lips were pulled into a thoughtful frown.
I didn’t miss the way they’d both rushed in here like their asses were on fire, like they were equally as pissed as I was. I’d expected nothing less from Jameson. He’d been fucking in love with her, which I didn’t realize until months before Everleigh’s betrayal. I had noticed Kash and Everleigh getting a little closer before everything went to shit, but nothing that raised alarm bells. Had I known Jamie would fall for her, I never would have agreed to sharing her. Her heart was mine. Back then at least.
“Because.” I sighed. “Hundreds of people have seen that video. It’ll be the talk of the school for the next week or two.”
I wish I knew who had posted it so I could give them a proper thanks. They were doing part of the work for me.
Jameson’s eyes found mine and he shifted uncomfortably, his shoulders coiled tight with tension. “Maybe,” he agreed. “Are you planning on saying anything to Lucas, about what she did?”
A small smile graced my lips, a fire of determination sparking deep inside of me, flooding through my entire being until red was the only thing I saw. “I have something better planned for that asshole. He’ll never believe what happened without evidence. Eve could easily turn around and lie about it.”
This caught Kash’s attention. “What do you have planned?”
“Yeah,” Jameson added. “It’s not like we have evidence against her.”
I wasn’t ready to tell them everything just yet. They were the two people I trusted more than anything in the world, but lately, Jamie was a loose cannon, and he couldn’t be trusted not to fuck this up. “I have two options we could go with,” I supplied vaguely. “Either find a way to prove that Everleigh is indeed a conniving little slut, or blackmail her in some way to ensure she was completely at our mercy.”
Kash snorted, drawing my gaze to him. “The last time I called her a slut, you punched me in the face.” His smile faded as his eyes grew distant, like he was reliving a memory he didn’t want to even think about.
That was around the time they started becoming friendlier with each other. Not in the way Jameson had been with her, but different. It made me wonder…had something happened between them after that night?
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Well, it turns out you were right.”
After I broke up with Everleigh, she was all I could think about. Her betrayal had scarred me from the inside out until revenge was the only thing left on my mind. Now, it was right at my fingertips, handed to me on a silver platter. Warmth spread through my veins, heating my blood with it. She would pay for what she put me through—what she put us through. I’d make sure of it. She didn’t get to live happily ever after. I intended on taking everything from her, ruining her life so thoroughly that she had nowhere else to run to.
Just one step at a fucking time.
My mother’s arms wound around me as she pulled me tightly against her. The scent of her lavender perfume invaded my nostrils and caused my eyes to water. I haven’t gotten to spend much time with her. Not since moving states and returning as I had. It felt weird being back in this house. Too many damn memories. Too many damn betrayals. She pulled away, keeping her hands on my shoulders while peering up at me with admiration.
She still looked the same as she had when I came to visit a few months ago. Put together with not a strand of hair out of place. Her dark hair sat in a low bun at the nape of her neck, pulled tightly, to give it a sleek appearance. She was wearing a light blue shirt, paired with some white dress pants and a beige cardigan.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she gushed. She turned to my father who had just stepped foot in the living room, buttoning one of his many suits. I couldn’t even remember what the man looked like in casual attire. Even when he wasn’t working, he was dressed up. “Your father and I have been talking. We think, with both of you boys living back in Brookhaven, that we should start doing weekly dinners as a family.”
I couldn’t help it. My entire posture went rigid at the mention of my brother. I’d left because of him. Because I couldn’t stand being anywhere near him. He had access to this home, to come and go as he pleased. I haven’t spoken to him since he fucked my girlfriend, saw her naked. My breathing labored at that reminder, heat spreading through my veins like molten lava.
Father nodded in agreement. “You’ll both be working alongside me as soon as you graduate,” he informed. I was supposed to intern for him as soon as I graduated but I’d moved out on a whim and left the city.
I wasn’t ready to see him. To see his happy little marriage.
“Have you spoken to your brother recently?” Mom asked softly, sensing my change in posture. Her soft hands spread over my chest, which I think was supposed to be meant as a soothing gesture.
“No.”
She winced, glancing over at my father for assistance. He blew out a sigh before approaching me with all the confidence in the world. “Astrid just had a child a few months ago. They named him Johnathan.”
It felt like the wind had been knocked from my lungs and I stumbled away from my mother. A few months ago…
Clearly, they were still pretending to be a happy fucking couple.
“Does Astrid know?” Did she fucking know that my own brother—her husband—cheated on her with an underage girl?
“Yes, honey. We all sat down with her; Dakota included. We told him that secrets would only tear their relationship apart before it got to blossom. She decided to stay with him and work it out.”
My jaw ached from the force of my teeth sliding against each other. I was about to tell them to shove their family dinner up their ass when an idea struck me. One that was too good to pass up. Turning to my mom, a slow smile touched my lips. One that probably looked unhinged, but she wouldn’t know the difference. “Fine,” I agreed. “I’ll do your family dinner.”
She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressed a wet kiss to the side of my face. Even Dad gave one of his rare smiles as he ran his hands down his suit to smooth it out. He walked over, wrapping an arm around Mom’s shoulders before kissing the top of her head. He mumbled something about a last minute business meeting he needed to attend before giving me a nod of acknowledgement and slipping out of the house.
Once he was gone, Mom turned to me again. “Would you like some cookies?” she asked. “I never get to bake anymore. Your father doesn’t like sweets and the baby has been keeping Dakota busy.”
“Sure, Mom.” I sighed.
Her smile widened and she led me into the massive kitchen that hadn’t changed since the last time I’d been here. She got to work grabbing all of the supplies she’d need and started talking to me about everything that’s been happening in her life since I’d been gone.
Apparently, Dakota and Astrid started going to church and being more involved in the community around town. Astrid now worked as a successful sales representative, selling oxygen tanks to doctors and things of the like. She talked about baby Jonathan, who was growing so fast, she didn’t know where the time had gone. Apparently, he was the spitting image of my brother. It pissed me off that my brother got to turn around and live happily after what he did to me. It pissed me off that he had a child to love and who would love him unconditionally. My father’s company paid him well, and Astrid made good money, too. Their family wouldn’t have to want for anything. Mom continued rambling on and on, stating that the family dinner would be at my brother’s house, so that it wouldn’t interfere with the baby’s feeding schedule. Apparently, he was breastfed and wouldn’t take a fake nipple. Astrid wasn’t comfortable with feeding the baby outside of home because of it.
Dakota and Astrid lived in a nice home on the southside, not far from here. They had an inground pool, a mini golf course, and a home theater. It seemed that my brother was living the good life after ruining mine.
By the time I was leaving, my entire body was vibrating with rage. A small sense of relief washed over me when I stepped outside, but it did nothing to sate the anger flooding through my system. I was half tempted to find Everleigh and take my anger out on her, but I had no idea where she lived anymore.
My hands were tight around the steering wheel as I drove past her old house. I’ve done that a few times since I’d been back here. A couple I didn’t recognize lived there now with their several kids. I used to climb through Everleigh’s window, hold my hand over her mouth while I fucked her ruthlessly with her parents sleeping down the hall. I could still remember the choked moans that would flee from her due to my hand cupping her lips. They’d sounded unhinged, carnal, and filled with desire. Her eyes would glisten with tears from how rough I was with her, but she fucking loved it. She told me she loved me . But she wouldn’t have screwed me over like that if she really had.
Everleigh’s mom hated me at first. Probably because we didn’t exactly meet on the best of terms. My hand had been up her daughter’s shirt, my mouth inches from hers when we were caught. But I managed to win her over. Even her father. We’d been one big happy ass family that turned out to be nothing but a goddamn facade. A memory flashed through my mind, scratching through my defenses with a surprising force. It hit me so hard and so fast that I couldn’t even stop it if I tried.
“Do you want to fool around?” I asked, gripping Everleigh by the ankles and pulling her toward the edge of her bed. I’d just snuck through her window, just for her to inform me that her parents weren’t home. They went out to some hotel, leaving Eve to watch over her younger siblings who were already in bed. Her parents left her home often. They went on a lot of date nights apparently.
Everleigh grinned up at me as I worked her shorts down her legs. “I’m ready,” she whispered.
I didn’t understand what she meant, so I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties, discarding them on the floor. We’ve been doing this for about a month now. Fooling around. She would finally let me finger her, let me eat her out, everything basically without actually having sex. “Hmmm?” I asked, flattening my hands over her sides to push her tank top up. She reached down and pulled it over her head with impatience, making me smile.
“I’m ready,” she repeated. “To have sex with you.”
My eyes snapped to hers instantly. It was the last thing I expected her to say. The mere thought of sliding into her pussy finally had my dick hardening in my sweats. I’d been fantasizing about it non-stop since we started dating a few months ago. Our relationship was moving fast. We spent most of our time together. But it didn’t matter. I never got tired of seeing her, unlike the girls I’d messed around with before her.
“You’re sure?” I said hesitantly, wedging her knees apart. Her pussy was already glistening for me as it always did.
“Yes.”
I cursed under my breath, leaning in to taste her. My tongue slid along her slit, her essence coating my tongue and causing me to groan. My hands flattened over her thighs, and I held them firmly in place, allowing my tongue to slip inside her momentarily. Her back arched off the bed, a needy little moan falling from her lips. I continued to eat her out until her body was shaking, but before she could come, I eased off her, leaving her frustrated. I laughed at the glare she directed at me and pulled a condom out of my pocket.
“I’m on the pill,” she explained.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Even better.” I left the condom on her nightstand before kicking my pants and boxers off, letting my dick spring free. She was crawling to me instantly, wrapping her lips around my head expertly. She pumped me a few times, the sensation shooting directly to my balls.
Her brown eyes flicked up to meet my gray ones, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me just like I’d taught her. Once she had saliva dripping down my cock and her lips were red and swollen, she eased back on the bed.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked again.
She nodded, giving me the answer I needed. I’ve asked her a few times in the past, but she hadn’t been ready, then. So, I didn’t push it. Just settled for head. And fuck, was she good at sucking dick. I pushed her back on the bed before ripping my shirt off and situating myself between her legs. Her breathing had become deeper, fear flashing in her eyes. It was normal, though. She’d never done this before, and I wasn’t exactly small. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers tenderly while simultaneously lining myself up with her entrance.
My chest pressed against hers and I enjoyed the way her soft skin felt against mine as I eased inside her. A gasp fluttered from her mouth, bleeding into mine. I had to keep reminding myself to be slow and gentle, even though I wanted to ram into her so hard she screamed. I moved one hand up to cup her soft breast, while using the other to support my weight on the mattress. She wound her arms around my neck, holding me tightly against her as I slid in deeper. Her cunt was gripping me so tightly it hurt, but in the best way.
“We’re almost there,” I whispered, sliding my tongue over her parted lips.
She moved her hands to cup my face before kissing me softly, a whimper falling from her mouth. My dick was throbbing inside of her, and it was taking so much restraint to hold back. Once she was stretched enough, I slid in even deeper, finally burying myself inside of her. She cried out against my lips, tears stinging her eyes.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, moving the hand that was on her breast to run it through her hair.
“Yeah,” she choked out. “It just hurt for a minute.”
I eased back a little bit before sliding back in slowly. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little. But keep going.”
I kissed her again and obeyed, making sure to be gentle as I moved in and out at a slow pace. When her pained whimpers turned into moans, that’s when I started to thrust. I groaned as she throbbed against me. Every time I pulled back, her pussy tried sucking me back in. It felt so fucking good.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she admitted breathlessly. “It’s just sore.”
“Good.”
I increased my pace but continued to refrain from pounding her into the mattress ruthlessly. This was her first time, and that probably would hurt her. Her nails bit into the back of my shoulders, another moan falling from her lips. Fuck. I loved that sound.
I jerked myself out of the memory, unwanted tears stinging my eyes and blurring my vision as I started the drive back to campus. One of the first things I thought after walking in on what I walked in on, was how could she do this to me ? After everything we’d been through, how the fuck could she hurt me like that? Seeing my brother buried inside the girl I loved was probably the worst thing I’d ever witnessed in my fucking life. Her eyes had been closed, her head tilted toward the wall, like she was lost in the sensation of him. After I ripped him from her and beat his fucking ass, she peeled her eyes open, but they’d been so unfocused, like he’d put her in a daze. I grabbed her by the throat, fury radiating from me. And I told her that she was nothing but a fucking whore. She didn’t come after me. She just stayed there. With him . That’s when I knew she didn’t give a shit. I even sat in my car for a moment, giving her the chance to come find me. To talk to me. But she never did. So, I blocked her on everything and drove to Jameson’s house. If she wasn’t going to even try to explain what the fuck I’d just walked in on, then she didn’t deserve another chance. I smelled the alcohol on her breath. So maybe she was so drunk she’d passed out right after I stormed out of the house. But it didn’t matter. From that moment on, I hated her with every fiber of my being.
Fuck her.