9. Chapter 9 Jack
Chapter nine
“Two glasses of the best scotch you’ve got, neat , ” I say, placing the same drink order Ledger and I have had since freshman year.
We’ve always looked a few years older. That and a good fake ID made it easy to get around the drinking age, but I have to admit, it’s nice not to have to fuss with that anymore.
We attended our fair share of parties in high school, but they pale in comparison to the wild nights we’ve had since college.
Hanging out in a bar long enough to pick up a couple of girls is actually a pretty calm Friday night for us.
As soon as we get our drinks, my phone vibrates, and I see the text from Blanche.
Mama B:
I know you couldn’t make it to Margot’s recital tonight, so I recorded a few clips for you to watch when you get a chance. We miss you!
Fuck. I completely forgot about her big piano recital tonight.
We never missed one when we were still living at home, but we haven’t been to any since we left for school.
I’m filled with guilt as I watch the video.
It’s too loud to hear the audio, but my little princess looks regal and beautiful as she owns the stage.
“What are you watching?”
I hold my phone out to show Ledger the video of his little sister, and I watch his proud smile grow at the sight. “Did your mom not send you one too?”
“I don’t know, probably. Look at her go! She was always so much better than me,” he says.
“Do you feel bad about not being there tonight?”
“Eh, maybe a little.” He shrugs. “Nothing those two ladies can't fix.”
I turn my attention in the direction of his gaze to find two hot blondes looking at us and giggling. Ledger waves and then motions for them to come join us. They stand to head our way, and goddamn, they’ll certainly cure me of any guilt.
“You guys wanna dance?” the taller of the two asks, her eyes on Ledger.
“Lead the way,” he says, allowing her to pull him toward the dance floor as the other girl looks at me with a smirk on her face and her hand held out.
After what feels like hours of this girl grinding on me, my dick can’t take it anymore. Shit, I know if I’m on edge, Ledger’s insatiable ass is ready to go. I pull the girl against my body, making sure she feels how hard I am, and whisper in her ear, “You girls wanna get out of here?”
When she turns to her friend to make their plans, Ledger and I exchange a wink, and I’ve already forgotten what I was upset about as we all pile into the car, ready to continue our night of debauchery.