Chapter Fifteen
Kalen
“Fuck me.” I burst into Amelie’s room without knocking and throw myself down onto her bed. Why is her bed so comfy? It’s much better than mine, and I’m Dad’s favourite, so surely I should have the best bed? I need to speak to him about it. Stat.
“I’m a little busy right now, Kalen, but I’ll have Adrianne add it to my schedule.”
“Funny. If she’s in charge of that shit, I’m never getting laid.”
“Did you want something? I’m trying to get ready.”
“I know. After all the drama earlier in the week, I need to get wasted tonight.”
“How wasted?” Amelie asks me, catching my eye in the mirror of her en suite where she’s doing her makeup.
“Can’t walk straight, wasted.”
“So long as you can get it up still.”
“Trust me,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and checking out Amelie’s ass in her short, tight black dress. “With that dress, it won’t be a problem.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about my boyfriend needing to wear my dress to get it up,” she quips.
I accept the challenge in her eyes and spring from the bed, crossing to stand behind her and pinning her against the vanity with my hips.
“Does that feel like I need to wear a dress?” I taunt, rubbing my crotch against her delicious ass and running my hands over all her curves.
“Kalen,” she says in a breathy moan. “We don’t have time for this.”
“I’ll be quick,” I lie, sliding my hand up her thigh.
“Adrianne will be here in a minute, she knows where the party is.”
“Let’s ditch her…” I say nuzzling into her neck. “I’m a one man party anyway, and think of all the orgasms that you’re overdue.”
She moans and pushes back against my crotch, righting herself just as the damn door opens.
“Ugh, you have three other fine-ass men, can’t we get rid of that one?
” Adrianne complains, her nose wrinkles up in disgust. I take in her outfit and smirk.
Black jeans with rips at the knees, her famous combat boots, a Metallica shirt tied up at the front and a leather jacket.
Even her makeup is as dark as her outfit.
I’m glad my girl is wearing a dress, hanging out with Elsie has started to rub off on her, and with all the legs and tits and curves and ass I’m getting to see, I’m not complaining.
I admit, at the start of the school year, Elsie used to get on my damn nerves but our banter was all in fun. Now though, I would class her as a friend. She’s been good to Amelie and she needs those people in her corner.
Which is why I took care of Marcia. Jasper was never going to be okay with watching his girlfriend interact with her ex every day, no matter how cool he likes to play it.
And even if they hooked up over Easter break – God knows why – I wasn’t so willing to forget that little stunt she pulled on Elsie with the smoke.
It wasn’t enough that her sister’s engagement to some big shot got called off, I felt Marcia needed to suffer too.
Hence having a few medical records falsified and sent to her parents, who pulled their daughter out of school for being a dirty little skank.
Usually students don’t get to leave so easily but I called in a favour with Daddy dearest on this one. For Amelie and for Elsie too. Because I’m loyal like that. If Adrianne would let her guard down just a little she could have that kind of loyalty, support and friendship too.
I hold so much guilt over not stepping up and taking the blame with what happened. It was always the plan. I wanted to be sent here, and in the end I was, but I let her take the heat because my father made me.
Saving her ass was of no use to him when he needed someone to take the fall.
I hired someone from within The Order to make sure she always had a shitty ass job and a place to stay, but her damn attitude screwed that up so many times and cost me so many favours.
Being a founding family member means it’s not wise to owe out a lot of favours.
It makes us look a certain way. We want people to owe them to us.
Clicking in my face gets me to snap out of it. “Huh?” I blink, realising Amelie has moved away and Adrianne is the one snapping her fingers at me.
“I said, are you ready to go, princess? We don’t have all night.”
“Onyx and Slate are meeting us downstairs, and I have to grab Elsie on my way out. Jasper is coming with us off the clock and Cap will be on duty,” Amelie informs me. “And I’ve been trying to get hold of Baxter but as usual he is MIA.”
Her big brown eyes look so sad when she thinks about Branson. I’ve definitely started to realise he isn’t so bad. I can’t even remember why we all stopped being friends. I decide to use bribery tactics to see if I can get him to agree.
Amelie
Tonight...Party...Non Negotiable.
Branson
No.
Amelie
We have secrets, remember, and my lips may start getting loose…
Branson
I will cut off your lips and sew them to your ass if that happens.
Amelie
If you sew them to Amelie's ass, then it’s a deal.
He doesn’t reply as we exit Amelie’s room so I try a different route.
Amelie
What about for a favour?
Branson
Done. Send me the location when you get there.
Damn it, the shit I do for that woman! That favour isn’t going to be one I’ll like, and he’ll damn well make sure of that. He’ll hold on to it and make me sweat it out.
Elsie joins us along with Jasper. I look between them and Elsie’s blush tells me that the bastard got lucky. He notices me watching and bloody smiles at me.
“That’s it. Security isn’t allowed in bedrooms anymore,” I state as we come to a standstill outside of the dorms where Slate and Onyx have joined us.
“And why not?” Amelie asks.
"Because...he got laid, that’s why…and I didn't.”
Jasper laughs, and Elsie goes bright red with embarrassment.
“Get over it, princess. No one cares,” Adrianne snipes at me.
“I care, cockblocker!” I snap back at her.
We all tumble into the limo when it pulls up, and somehow I end up in the middle between Adrianne and Jasper, who pulls Elsie into his lap.
“Oh gross, give me a break,” I complain.
“Here, drink this.” Amelie shoves a glass of champagne into my hand and I down it in one. It tastes like gnat’s piss if I’m honest, but the bubbles go straight to my head and help start the buzz I need to make tonight epic.
I crank the tunes up as we drive and soon everyone is chatting, singing or dancing. And drinking. We get through several bottles of fizz and I have the brilliant idea to play a game of Truth or Dare.
Everyone groans.
“Boo! You’re no fun. I’ll go first. Dare me to do something, anything.”
“I dare you to lick the outside of your elbow,” Adrianne challenges me. I’m just so glad she’s talking to me that I accept without thinking.
“Deal!”
“Kalen!” Amelie laughs. “It can’t be done.”
“Erm, sis, yeah it can.”
“It’s really can’t, Kalen,” she insists.
“Watch me.”
“Kalen, if you manage to lick it, I’ll give you head when we get to the club before we go in.”
Fuck yeah! My dick gets excited just thinking about Amelie’s luscious lips wrapping around me.
I roll up my shirt sleeves and slowly raise my arm towards my mouth, not taking my eyes off Amelie. Slowly and damn fucking sexily, my tongue snakes out and licks the craze of my elbow.
I pull away and drop my arm, crowing in victory. Everyone laughs.
“That’s the inside of your elbow, doofus,” Adrianne laughs.
“Nu-uh. It’s the outside.”
“Oh really? What’s this then?” she reaches over and taps the sharp point of my elbow.
“That’s the edge.”
“Yeah, the outside edge.”
“No fucking way. Amelie, guys, tell her she’s wrong. Elsie, you’re smart, tell her!”
“She’s right Kalen.”
“Fuck it! Okay, hang on.”
I bring my arm back up and attempt to roll my elbow towards me. Now, I have a damn impressive tongue, capable of amazing feats of gymnastics that porn stars can only dream of, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get it to make contact with my elbow.
“Fuck!” I swear, losing my cool as the others laugh more and more with every one of my failed attempts.
“Do you give up? Forfeit?”
“It’s fucking impossible!” I whine.
“That’s kinda the point,” Adrianne teases.
“Fine. Your turn. Truth or dare,” I sigh.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to give me a lap dance, Adrianne.”
“Fuck that. I choose truth!”
“You can’t change! You have to do it.”
“If I come anywhere near your manky lap it’ll be to remove your dick with a bread knife. So think again.”
“Fine. I dare you to kiss Elsie,” I reply, knowing it will piss Jasper off. Serves him right for getting laid when I didn’t.
He clears his throat nervously but doesn’t protest. Elsie’s cheeks heat but she doesn’t stop the dare either. Adrianne just shrugs and leans in to peck Elsie on the cheek.
“There!”
“No! You have to do it properly. A full-on snog, on the lips. With tongues.”
“Ah, you didn’t say that though, did you? You’ll have to be more specific next time.”
“Fuck it!”
“I’ll go,” Amelie jumps in, probably trying to keep the peace. “Dare.”
“I dare you to give Onyx a lap dance,” Adrianne crows before I can come up with anything. Her eyes gleam triumphantly when I glare at her.
She thinks she’s getting one over on me but she isn’t, not really. She doesn’t know that it turns me on to watch Amelie with my brothers, and a dance is a dance. So long as I get to watch her move, I’m more than happy.
I switch the song to ‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat Dolls, and Amelie crosses the small space to where Onyx is sitting.
My brother is leaning back in his seat acting all unaffected and cool, but I know that his dick will be straining in his jeans.
Amelie looks so damn fuckable tonight and she hasn’t even started to move yet. I’m hard for her and aching.