you get so much pussy from Roussou that you don’t even know you’re banging a Roussou chick until I tell you.”
Zeke chuckled. “Oh. Yeah. Well, you know. FCA pussy is golden or something.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mara’s an idiot.”
“You know it won’t work.”
I nodded. It wouldn’t work, but I knew it wasn’t the only plan she was going to implement. She’d soon learn I didn’t care who was sliding between her legs, and that’d piss her off. And Zeke wouldn’t toss me away. Take my friends from me? I really only had one. But I had to admit, since they were here this evening, not upstairs, Brian and even Branston were starting to grow on me.
“Ashlome and Conway are weak,” I said.
They never stood up to Zeke. Now they were up there, boning my last girl.
I was ready to leave.
Mara would eventually hear that I was here. She’d come down. She’d see Aspen on my lap, and she’d probably have a foursome to get back at me. I liked Mara, and I cared enough about her to want her not to do that. She’d regret it later.
And if she took the fight to Aspen, I didn’t know how to stop that.
I wasn’t sure Aspen knew how to handle that. Mara wouldn’t come alone. She had the other five in their group.
“Stop worrying,” Zeke said, indicating Aspen. “Make up with your brother. Have his girl come around. Those chicks won’t fuck with your girl. They ain’t dumb.”
It… I had to stop and make sure I’d heard what I heard. And I had.
I scowled at him, but there was no heat. There was merit in Zeke’s suggestion. Bren Monroe was a fighter. She fought dudes. She could more than handle the girls.
“One mistake in that scenario,” I said after a moment.
“What’s that?”
I held Aspen close. “No way am I hanging out with my brother this summer. He doesn’t get my summer.”
Aspen tensed and lifted her head. She was watching me, and for once I avoided her gaze. I didn’t want her to see inside of me, and I knew she would. I felt stripped raw in front of her. Then she caught my chin and made me look her in the eye.
Her eyes were fierce.
I tried to look away.
“Hey.” She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine. “He doesn’t get anything else. It’s not like that. You got a brother. That’s what you get.” She lifted her head, bringing her mouth to my ear. “And you got a dad. A good dad.”
See? Straight to the bone.
I closed my eyes, looking away, but I stroked the side of her face. Rubbing a thumb over her cheek, I looked again, and she had paused—literally in the palm of my hand—the sight moved me. I started to melt. I didn’t know what it was, like that whole thudding feeling I’d felt a week ago, when something clinked into place.
It was deep.
It was strong.
It was life changing.
And it scared the piss out of me.
I let out a sigh. “Maybe we should go?”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “That sounds good.”
I groaned as she stood, and I moved right behind her. I had a hard-on to hide, though every jackass in this room knew what I was sporting. My hands remained on her hips, and I let her lead us out of the room.
“You taking off?”
Zeke held up his hand as we passed him.
I met it with mine. “Catch you later?”
“Yeah.”
Aspen kept going, so he watched us as we moved through the room.
“Party tomorrow night?”
That would be Saturday night before graduation, and when Aspen almost stumbled over a step, I remembered there was a situation there. But I’d wait to ask, like I was waiting on addressing the issue of her parents. Timing had to be perfect.
“Let’s talk tomorrow,” I called over my shoulder.
He nodded. “Got it. Have fun.”
Aspen started out into the hallway, but I caught her hand and moved ahead. Guess my dick was going to lead us.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Zeke called.
My hand squeezed Aspen’s. “That’s virtually nothing.”
His laughter sounded behind us as I took her out through his patio doors and skirted around the far side of his pool. It saved us from going through the house, but we still came around the side of his house as a group walked up the driveway.
They saw us and stopped. Whatever had been said, whoever was laughing, all of it died.
“Good grief, Blaise,” said the girl closest to me. “What happened to you?”
I