Chapter 3
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DAVIS
Blair’s eyes are locked onto the girl across from me, he’s hungry.
Out of everyone in the house, Blair is the most similar to me when it comes to women. We’re both like wild animals when an attractive girl enters our line of sight, one minute we’re laughing with friends and then the next we’re wrapped up in a tangle of limbs and sheets.
Part of me wonders what goes through his head. There’s a darkness that takes over when he sets his eyes on someone. Something more… obsessive.
The girl sways her hips, hands above her head, watching Blair out of the corner of her eye. She’s just as into him as he’s into her. Her fire-red hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail, one she has no problem flicking around as she taunts him.
“You look like you’re about to rip her clothes off,” I say to him.
He chuckles, never taking his eyes off of her, “that’s because I am. I’m just waiting for her to come over here and beg me to do it.”
Rolling my eyes, I scan the room. I haven’t seen Claire in a while, and it’s making me nervous. We finally got her back, and while she’s still learning to trust us again, I feel like we’re back to where we were before… well, everything.
I know she can hold her own, but I have this need to keep my eye on her every time we enter a public space. Nathan Thomas snuck into a Livler party and fucking raped her, I’m not willing to chance something bad happening to her again.
It can’t happen again.
But I keep reminding myself that she’s probably off somewhere with Steph, taking shots and perfectly safe with her bat shit crazy best friend by her side.
If there’s anyone who will have her back, it’s her. The girl almost ripped our heads off when she found out what happened to Claire, and I have no doubt she’d be willing to do just that if anyone tries to hurt her friend again.
After spending so much time away from her, I’ve realized I need her. Obviously, I don’t ever want her to go through anything like that ever again, but I also don’t want to lose her.
I’m finding it harder and harder to keep my little secret from her, she makes me feel like I can tell her, like I can confide in her.
Sometimes it feels like I’m standing on thin ice, like any second it will start to crack under my weight and suck me down into the darkest depths until there’s no way to get out.
I’m holding onto Claire like my life depends on it… because it kind of does.
“Her friend is looking at Davis like she wants to ruin other women for him,” August smirks. He points a hand in the dancing girls’ direction, dragging my attention back to reality and forcing me to look at the tall blonde next to her.
Her hair lies in soft curls over her shoulder, reaching just above her hips. Red lipstick covers her pouty lips —lips that are pulled into a flirty smile. She’s gorgeous, and based on the way she’s raking her eyes up and down my body, she’s definitely looking to have a good time tonight.
“Adding one to the count, I gather?” Lucas laughs, taking a seat on the couch next to ours with a fresh beer in his hand.
Hell fucking yes.
Blondie walks over to me with her lower lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes filled with promises of nasty things. “Hey,” she says seductively.
I nod my head and pat my thigh, inviting her to take a seat while her friend approaches Blair.
Guess both of us are getting laid tonight.
A short brunette tries her luck with August, but he doesn’t pay her any mind. We all know he’s with Steph, so any girl looking to have a little fun will have to look elsewhere.
Another girl, one I’ve seen Lucas with before, takes a seat directly on his lap, causing him to choke on the beer he just took a sip of. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She bats her eyelashes at him flirtatiously, “I figured we could go for round two.” When he just stares at her blankly, she huffs, “come on. I know you had a good time last year.”
I chuckle under my breath. Lucas likes to keep a roster of girls under his belt, but I haven’t seen any of them come in and out of the house since Claire moved in… Coincidence? I think not.
“He’s not interested, Jessie,” Blair says, eyes finally drifting from the girl curled up in his lap. “You should take the hint before you embarrass yourself. Besides, shouldn’t you be at an Eastwood party?”
Right, Jessie. I honestly forgot she goes to our rival school, and that Lucas only hooked up with her cause it was convenient. He knew she had been sleeping with the Eastwood players, that wasn’t hard to figure out, but as far as he was concerned, she was fair game.
Kind of a dick move, but she wasn’t tied down to any of them officially, and they both knew they were using each other for selfish reasons and personal gain.
Tit for tat.
A scoff leaves little miss presumptuous, “you’re an ass, Nicholas. Come on girls, let’s go.”
A mumbled sorry leaves the redhead on Blair’s lap as she gets up to follow. The girl with me doesn’t move though, her painted lip still pulled between her teeth.
“Paisley, let’s go.”
Paisley —that’s her name, I guess— waves her friends off, shaking with silent laughter as Jessie storms off with the other one following closely behind. “I never liked her anyway, she was a bitch and a shit friend.”
I grin, “you definitely made the right choice.” Her ass is soft under my hands, and her body relaxes now that her friends are gone. Her entire demeanour is intoxicating, she’s chill, hot, and eyeing Blair like he’s dessert.
My eyes crash with Blairs, his green ones like a reflection of my own. Understanding passes over him, and he waits, liking the build-up more than anything.
My hand rubs up the inside of her thigh, leaning in close so I can whisper in her ear.
“He’s good in bed, I’ve heard the way girls scream behind his door at night.
” Her body shivers underneath my touch, and a wicked grin takes over my face.
“He’s all lonely over there, that friend of yours took his toy away. ”
“She’s not my friend,” Paisley responds, breathless.
Blair’s hand pulls her hair to the side, brushing his hand over her collarbone, just enough to send another jolt of desire through her.
I pull back to see the thrill in her eyes, excitement building as she squirms in my lap. “Look at how happy he is to touch you.”
“He likes to play in three’s” Blair whispers.
“Do you?” I prompt.
She doesn’t answer though, because my friend’s lips are pressing against her shoulder. Her eyes close as my hand glides closer and closer to her centre, just enough to tease, but not enough to give her the contact she craves.
“Play with us,” I beg.
It doesn’t take long for her to come out of the haze when Blair and I stop touching her at the same time, a loud whine escaping her lips while her eyes fly open.
With a jerky nod, she grabs both of our hands and leads us towards the stairs.
Lucas and August chuckle, knowing damn well we’ve played this game more times than we can count. I throw one final look over my shoulder, seeing Miller with Claire in the kitchen.
She’s safe.
Besides, I think Lucas would go feral if someone dared to look at her wrong.
Miller won’t leave her side, and if he does, I’ll punch him in the fucking face.
Paisley’s ass sways in front of me, taunting me with every step as we grow closer and closer to the top of the stairs. She knows exactly what she’s doing, the smirk she throws over her shoulder only confirms it.
My dick is solid underneath my jeans, and even though this girl is more than sexy, I can’t help but wish it were a certain raven-haired girl that haunts my dreams instead.
She’s been extra quiet lately, even more withdrawn than usual, and it worries the shit out of me. I want to reach out, brush my fingers across her cheek and ask her to tell me what’s wrong.
I want to make her smile.
She never smiles.
I wonder what she’s doing right now… is she out with friends? Watching TV? Is she texting with a guy, smiling at her phone and giggling?
Shaking my head, I snap out of the spiral. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in anger when I think of her with another man, even though I have no real claim on her.
Sometimes —even though I know it’s fucked up— I’ll go for a girl with black hair just like hers, and fuck the girl from behind just so I can imagine it’s her moaning in my bed and begging for more.
Although I’m sure it can’t compare to the real thing.
We may not speak, but I feel like I know her. She’s smart, wicked smart, and when she smiles, I know it’s real. They may be a rare sighting, but when they do happen… god.
There’s a kind of pain that always lingers around her, one that I recognize as loneliness and despair.
We would understand each other. I just know it.
“Last door on the left,” Blair tells Paisley.
The football team lives here, and even though we may not be super close with them, they let us use their spare room for… special occasions.
Blair spins her around the second we step into the room, pinning her against the wall and kissing down her neck towards her tits.
She makes eye contact with me the entire time, that blonde hair of hers hanging down one shoulder, taunting me with a reminder that she isn’t who I truly want.
“Does he have to do all the work?” Paisley teases, pulling the straps of her tight dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.
A groan escapes my lips, staring at her perky tits and salivating at the thought of what it would feel like to suck on them.
“Her skin is so soft,” Blair mumbles, continuing to kiss lower down her body.
Fuck it.
I race towards them, capturing her lips in a kiss and grabbing a handful of her chest, rolling a nipple in between my fingers.
Her hips snap forward, and she moans into my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she begs to Blair, and when I look down, I see he’s slid her panties down her legs to give him free access to her bare pussy.
He grins up at her, fingers disappearing between her legs, “someone’s greedy.”
Her head nods, unable to speak as he pushes inside her.