out.
Excellent question.
I took advantage of the sudden awkward silence as they all waited for an answer and popped the top on my beer. After I’d loudly slurped my first sip, Tyra met my gaze, and I lifted my beer in salute. Breaking up—off—had been her idea. She could explain it to them herself because I wasn’t saying shit.
“Vaughn and I…we’re not…”
I thought I’d enjoy watching her struggle to tell them, but instead, it made me feel like shit. It seemed more like I’d hurt her than the other way around.
“My sister decided she could do better,” Selena said when Tyra became mute. She then crossed her toned arms over her tits as she met my gaze. “Much better.”
You didn’t seem to think that when you were slipping me the tongue, bitch.
“That’s not exactly true,” Tyra said, finally finding her goddamn voice. “It’s just that Vaughn and I want different things, and I think we both deserve better than to string each other along anymore.” I forgot all about her poisonous sister when Tyra’s pleading gaze met mine. “Right?”
I didn’t realize I’d been crushing the beer can in my hand as Tyra spoke until I felt the cold liquid spill out and onto my lap. Shooting up, I started toward the stairs under the guise of cleaning up, and as I was about to pass Tyra, I stopped. I wanted to smirk when her lips opened and parted like a fish, but smug was the last thing I was feeling.
“You’re way off course, pip.” I’d whispered it for her ears only, but I knew by the black look in Selena’s eyes that she’d heard every word.
Good.
WHAT THE HELL HAD VAUGHN meant by that?
I told myself that sleeping most of the drive up was the reason it evaded me now. With a sigh, I stood and stretched. After a glance at my sister sleeping soundly on the twin bed next to mine, I slipped from the room. The cabin was quiet and dark. I guessed none of my friends had problems falling asleep. The old wood creaked underneath my bare feet as I blindly made my way to the stairs in the dark. I’d been too emotionally hungover to explore when we arrived, so I had no idea where I was going. My only hope was that no one woke. My prayers went unanswered a moment later when I heard Bee’s gentle voice float from one of the bedrooms.
“Who’s a good boy?” she cooed. “Who’s a good boy?”
Thinking maybe Jay D was bunking with Jamie and Bee since Ever was such a pompous asshole, I waited to hear one of his enthusiastic barks. Instead, what I heard stopped me in my tracks.
“I’m a good boy.”
I didn’t even want to know what they were up to in there. Of course, the voice had belonged to none other than Jamie’s goofy ass. I shook my head as I moved past their room. To each their own, I suppose.
Downstairs, I caught the view of the lake through the sliding glass doors and couldn’t help but gravitate toward them. Maybe it was the moonlight causing the water to shimmer. Whatever it was, I felt like I had to be a part of it. As soon as I stepped outside, I realized what had drawn me out here was just my bad luck flaring up again.
Just two feet away, Vaughn leaned against the balcony railing. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as the same moonlight I was admiring made his skin glow. His green and white boxers, the only piece of clothing he wore, was shoved below his ass as he pumped his dick. Even in the dark, I could see the angry veins running the long length of his dick, the piercing glinting in the light, and the pearly drop of fluid threatening to spill onto the deck. It was a sight no woman could look away from. Even one who’d convinced herself she didn’t want to be in love with him anymore.
I was spellbound by each slow stroke of his dick. It almost seemed sacrilegious that Vaughn had to pleasure himself. I wanted to fall to my knees like a good girl and tell him how wrong I was to let him go and then prove it by wrapping my lips around him until he came. Instead, I backed away, fearing that I’d do just that. I turned to go at the last moment. Since his eyes were closed, he couldn’t have seen me…
But