Meant To Be (The Callahans #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,10

a bunch of stuff that felt fake.”

“Lots of moaning and groaning and acting like she’s gonna come any second?” I ask.

Brenden nods, looking as miserable as I feel. Damn, is this shit catchy or what? “Yeah. I was into her at first, but I realized what she was saying sounded really—fake, you know? Kind of turned me off. She wanted me to go down on her afterward, but I was over it.”

These are all horrible signs. He’s not into this chick. Not anymore. I would’ve gone down on Ava for hours if she would’ve let me. Didn’t matter when or where. I’d lick that pretty pussy until she was about fifty orgasms in, begging and squirming, desperate to get away from my demon mouth. I was that horny for her all the damn time.

Reaching down, I subtly adjust my junk in my jeans, so it doesn’t press against the seam. I’m still horny for her. Not like I can just shut off my feelings for her in less than twenty-four hours. I’m not that cold.

“We should invite some girls over,” Cory suggests to us, and Brenden and I both immediately shake our heads no.

“Kayla will kill me,” Brenden says morosely.

Cory looks to me, his expression hopeful. “You’re always up for having girls over.” He bursts out laughing, slapping the edge of the table. “Ha! Get it? Up for? Because your dick is always hard for random chicks?”

If I could kick him in the face, I would. But I don’t. There’s no need to cause a scene at my own damn house. I’ve done enough fighting. My face and body still ache from where Jake got his few punches in last night.

I hope he’s in traumatic pain. I hope his dick is limp for life, too.

“He’s still mourning the loss of his secret hottie,” Jackson says, as he approaches our table.

I send him an angry glare, and Jackson immediately clamps his lips shut.

“What secret hottie?” Brenden asks.

“It’s nothing,” I tell him with a faint smile, my heart literally aching once the words leave my mouth. I called her nothing. She treated me like I meant nothing. That’s how it felt last night.

I am so melodramatic right now, it’s pathetic.

“Yeah, what secret hottie?” Cory pipes up.

See what Jackson started? How am I supposed to explain myself out of this one?

“Ah, he was chasing after Ava Callahan just to piss her brother off, and it worked. That fucker was steaming mad. Am I right, Bennett?” Jackson sends me a pointed look, silently asking me to play along.

“Yeah. Totally.” I laugh, but it sounds so goddamn fake, I stop. “Just having a little fun.”

“She is a hottie,” Cory says, making Jackson laugh.

“Right? Completely fuckable. I bet she’d be a fun ride.” Jackson’s eyes are dancing when they meet mine. He knows he’s riling me up. I send him a death glare in return, but it doesn’t seem to faze him.

“Getting it on with the freshly crowned homecoming queen, what could be better?” Cory asks, with a giant grin right before he takes a swig of beer.

I take another huge hit off the blunt, holding the smoke in my lungs for as long as I can stand it before I exhale. I set the blunt in an ashtray we only bring out for special occasions such as this and lean back in my chair. “She was the princess,” I say, my voice deceptively calm.

Cory frowns. “What?”

“Ava was the homecoming princess, not the queen,” I remind him.

“Oh.” He shrugs. “Who gives a shit?”

I do, I want to say. I give a shit.

Because I do give a shit, even though she clearly doesn’t. All that crying and carrying on last night was a dog and pony show. She was just upset over getting caught. I’m used to this sort of thing. My mother acts this way at least once a week.

“I wouldn’t mind fucking her with the crown still on her head,” Jackson says, that devil’s grin on his face making me think he’s really enjoying this. Torturing my ass. Describing exactly what I did to Ava the night she won. “Maybe have her on her knees sucking my dick, wearing nothing but that little sash they give them?”

I clench my hands into fists but otherwise, say nothing.

“Maybe she doesn’t have a problem with sharing. You know, sharing is caring.” Jackson turns all of his attention on me, grinning like a loon. “Would you share that hot little piece with me?”

I lunge from my chair like a