Chapter 13
“Oh fuck. Suck this cock, baby.”I grip the chick’s hair and wrap it around my fist. Her head bobs up and down, but she’s not really cutting it. My words of encouragement are apparently not getting anywhere.
Sighing in frustration, I close my eyes to see if I can pretend she’s a pro at dick. Quickly, I realize that’s a mistake. She is fucking awful. How do you come to college and be this awful at sucking dick?
She needs a goddamn cock sucking class. There is not one ounce of pleasure I am getting from this. Sure, it’s keeping my dick hard, but I’ll never come at this rate with her. Maybe if I think of someone else…
A curvy, raven-haired sexy someone else. Someone I probably shouldn’t be thinking of that way.
I groan thinking about having my stepsister’s lips wrapped around my cock. Her plump ass up in the air, her soft lips running along my shaft. I start to get lost in the daydream when I am shaken out of it.
I jump and hiss as her teeth graze me. “God damnit.” I yank her off me. “You’re fucking awful at this. Get out. Go do the walk of shame back to wherever you came from.”
“I’m sorry, Xayden. Let me try again.” She pouts and fuck me, she really needs to look in a mirror. Her blonde hair is disheveled, her makeup is smeared all over her face. And somehow there is a stain of who the fuck knows on her bra.
“No. Your time is up. Get out. I won’t tell you again.” I toss her dress at her.
She huffs as she picks it up. “You are such an asshole!”
“Never said I wasn’t, sweet cheeks. Door is right there.” I point toward my bedroom door.
She lets out a frustrated growl as she throws her dress over her head. Then she stomps out of the room as I throw on my boxers and jeans.
After I get cleaned up, I make my way down into the kitchen. I notice the recruits cleaning up from the party last night. Dekker and Seven are sitting at the kitchen island watching the others clean.
“You had a very emotional pussy running from your room a bit ago.” Dekker laughs as he sips his water.
“Tears as she ran out into the front. What did you do to this one?” Seven looks over at me.
I shake my head. “Her dick sucking skills were that of a virgin. What are you two assholes up to?”
“Waiting for you so we can go get some food. Diner?” Seven offers.
I nod. “Yeah, let’s go. I’m fucking starving. Hey!” I turn to the freshmen cleaning up. “When we get back, this place better be Better Homes and Garden ready. Magazine quality, fuck heads!”
We head out to Dekker’s SUV and pile in. I take the front passenger seat and lean my head against the headrest, my head still slightly pounding from the night before.
But it was a great fucking night.
We had the whole house losing their mind over Burning Embers. It was insane.
We didn’t even introduce them. We just told them to come out and start playing. When the first chords of Broken Love started playing, all eyes went to the stage.
It was a millisecond before people realized it wasn’t a cover band but actually Burning Embers.
We had a full house once the word spread on social media. Actually having to turn people away. It was fucking epic.
When we pull up to Mel’s Diner, I jump out and immediately the smell of pancakes and bacon hits my nose. This place is the best place to get some greasy food after a night of drinking.
Mel’s Diner looks like a vintage airstream, with a teal, white, and chrome exterior. As you step inside, the colors continue inside. Blue and white tiles line the floor and the wall along the counter. The booths are wrapped in a teal leather and the stools along the counter are wrapped in white. Newspaper clippings are framed on the walls and mini jukeboxes sit in each booth.
“Boys! I was wondering when you three would be showing up. You know where your table is. Go sit and I will bring you all some drinks.”
Mel, the owner smiles at us. Her white hair is tied up in a bun, her face void of any makeup. She’s been running this place for what seems like forever. It was her father’s diner, named after his only love, his daughter. When her father passed away, she took it over. We’ve been coming here since our freshman year.
I pull Mel into a hug. “Thank you, Mel. You look good. Been taking it easy?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Hell no! Someone has to keep this place going. And Johnny ain’t gonna be the one to do that.”
“Hey! I heard that woman!” Johnny, her husband, says from behind the counter. He stands there pointing at Mel. His white shirt is stained from cooking all morning. He wipes a towel over his face and head laughing.
“Make the coffee, John! Mind your business when I talk to my boys.” She waves at him dismissively.
Mel and Johnny never had kids; they say the kids from the college that come here are the only kids they need.
She adds, “Go, sit. I’ll be right out with your drinks. The usual?” We all nod as she smiles and walks away.
We make our way over to our corner booth which is always saved for the three of us. Seven slides in, and I slip in after him while Dekker takes the other side of the bench.
I take out my phone and pull up the camera feed to make sure the grunts are still actively cleaning.
“They still behaving?” I look up and see Seven waggling his eyebrows.
I nod. “Seems they are. They are probably too hungover to even be thinking about fucking around.” I chuckle.
“So, that blondie in tears, wanna explain?” Seven leans back against the booth.
I shake my head. “Nothing to spill. She was awful at sucking dick. Her pussy wasn’t so bad last night. I’ve had better, but it got the job done. What about you two?”
Dekker grunts and a smile splays across his face.
There’s a mischievous look in his eyes.
“What?” I ask him, tilting my head.
“Oh, well, you see Dekker here had a special guest in his room last night,” Seven answers for him with a smirk.
“Really fucking special,” Dekker drawls as his smile grows wider.
“Okay, when one of you assholes want to clue me in, that would be fucking great.” I shake my head just as coffee gets placed down in front of me.
“Here’s your drinks, boys. Food will be out in a bit. If you need anything, holler.” Mel pats my back before walking away.
“Spill.” I look at Dekker.
“Rory.” What. The. Fuck?
I furrow my brows at Dekker. “What does my stepsister have to do with this?”
“She was my special guest.” And it’s those five words that set my blood to boil.
I sit up straighter in the booth.
“What do you mean, Dek? What the fuck?” I demand.
Seven starts laughing, and I turn and look at him. “Goddamn, you should see your face right now. You are downright murderous.”
My eyes flit back to Dekker. “What the fuck were you doing with my stepsister?”
He shrugs. “She was in my room. Like a moth to a flame or some bullshit like that. She broke into my room and needed to be punished.”
My fists tighten in my lap. No one is supposed to touch her. “Did you fuck her?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Dekker lets out a sigh, “No. Unfortunately, I didn’t. But fuck me, she wanted it. I got her all worked up and right on the edge of her orgasm. Then I stopped and came all over the front of her pants. She ran out of my room like my dick was shooting fire at her.” He chuckles.
“I saw her run out. Man, she was in tears. I kinda felt bad.” Seven frowns, playing with his napkin.
“You assholes. All I need is for her to go to my father about that. Then I’m fucking dead!” I hiss.
“Relax, she wanted it. She’s not an innocent angel like you think she is, Xay.” Dekker stares at me. “She was grinding on my dick, trying to come. It was fucking hot.”
“I think we should make a wager.” Seven pops in. And I can already tell I’m going to hate this. “We should see who can get her to fuck first.”
“Excuse me?” I snap at him.
“Come on. It’s a great idea. I mean, she already likes me and hates Dek. And well, you’re her brother.”
“Stepbrother,” I growl.
He waves me off. “Tomato, tom-ah-to. Listen, I think it’s a great idea.” Seven smiles.
“Of course you do. You aren’t her fucking stepbrother. That immediately puts me out of the running.”
“Ah ha!” Seven sits forward. “So you would sleep with her! And that doesn’t put you out of the running; you aren’t her biological brother. You just may have to stop being an asshole to her.”
“I’m not sleeping with her.” I shake my head.
Don’t get me wrong, I have thought about what it would be like. She’s fucking beautiful. I would give anything to sink into her.
But it’s never going to happen, because it’s wrong.
So fucking wrong.
“Well, one down, two to go.” Seven winks at me.
And if this day couldn’t get any weirder, in walks the subject of conversation. Rory walks in with someone, who I’m guessing may be her roommate or a friend she met here.
Mel sits them across the diner, her back turned toward me. Rory has no idea that I am even in the same vicinity as her. The fact that it’s almost like she’s ignoring me, and she doesn’t even know she is.
And for some reason that angers me even more.
Without even thinking, I get up and head over to her table. I hear the guys shuffling behind me, following me.
When I get to her booth, I immediately drop in next to her. She lets out a gasp as she scoots closer to the inside of the booth.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.” I turn toward her, my arm resting on the tabletop.
“What the fuck, Xayden? You scared the shit out of me!” Rory narrows her eyes at me for a moment before they flit over my shoulder. Her face pales at the person standing behind me: Dekker.
“Heard you had fun at our party last night. Did you get a chance to check out the whole house?” I tilt my head to the side and watch her look back and forth between me and the guys.
“Please, just go,” she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You!” My head snaps toward her roommate. She is staring down Dekker. “You are an asshole.” Dekker just stares at her, not saying a word and shrugging.
I turn my attention back toward Rory.
“Couldn’t wait to sleep with my friends, could you? Had to try and hop on their dick the minute you had the opportunity.”
Her face turns red. And I’m not sure if it’s embarrassment or anger. I lean forward and tuck a strand of her pink highlights behind her ears. I feel her shiver from my touch.
“I didn’t sleep with anyone, shithead.” She shakes her head.
“Well, I heard a different story.” I shrug.
“Get away from me.” She knocks my hand away from her face. “All of you, get the fuck away from me.”
“When are you gonna learn that we control how this goes? Not you. Stay the fuck away from my friends. Your mother may have gotten lucky and nabbed a bank account, but I will make it my life’s mission to destroy you if you come anywhere near my friends. You won’t fuck your way to their checkbook,” I seethe.
“Fuck. You. My mother has nothing to do with this.” Rory glares at me, I watch as she curls her fists in her lap.
“She absolutely does. If she didn’t marry my father, we wouldn’t be having the conversation right now. You could be back in Vegas, working the streets.”
“What did I ever do to you, Xayden? Huh?” I can see the tears well up in her eyes. “What did I do to deserve your fucking wrath?”
I push back from the booth, standing up and towering over the seat. “You walked into my world.”
Turning, I head toward the door, complexly losing my appetite. I burst out of the diner and head toward the SUV.
“So, we’re done with breakfast?” Seven asks as he comes up next to me.
I run my hand down my face. “She’s a free for all. Fuck her and throw her away. Maybe her fat ass and her greedy cunt of a mother will leave, and my father and I can get back to our lives. Do what you need to, just make sure she’s as useless of a cunt as her mother is.”
The thought makes me a little sick, but I push it down. I can’t care. I don’t care. They can throw her to the streets when they’re done with her.
They can throw her right back to fucking Vegas for all I care.
Either way, I will be able to breathe easier once she’s gone.