ass for Layla already, but I’m up for it anytime, anywhere. And if you’re smart, I’d stay away from Avery. You’re not good enough for her, and everyone knows it.”
Him bringing up Avery had my temper flaring. “Well, Avery thinks I’m good enough, and that’s all I care about.” I put down my beer and turned to leave, only to be confronted by Britany again.
“Hey, Seth. I really hoped we could party tonight. I’m up for giving you a good time if that’s what it takes.” She licked her lips and unbuttoned her top. “You said I was the best you’d had, remember?”
Suddenly, upon looking down at her, I remembered her on her knees with a mouthful of my cock, her lips stretched around it as she moaned.
It was damned good, and she was the last person I’d had any sort of relations with since getting serious with Avery.
“I’m leaving,” I said. She didn’t want to hear that I was taken because that wouldn’t and didn’t matter to her.
She blocked my way out. “You’re no fun,” she pouted, showing me more of those hot tits. All I knew was she could deep throat me deeper than anyone I’d met, and that was saying a lot. Her gag reflexes were nonexistent, and she could hold her breath forever.
I took a deep breath, feeling the blood rush to my cock. I felt like a real asshole as my erection punched against my pants, but I had to turn her down. Some things and people were more important than sex. And Avery Russell was worth it. Wasn’t she? I looked back down as Britany undid the top button on my pants.
Chapter 7
Avery
My date with Seth had put me in a good mood, so instead of letting my spat with Clara get to me, I decided to put it behind me and go talk to her. With things looking up, I didn’t want the petty argument to ruin that.
Sisters had to stick together, and ever since she opened up to me about the rape that had caused her to have anorexia, I had been super protective of her. That couldn’t change because of one little disagreement.
I decided to bring her some coffee and pastries and was surprised when she opened the door with a brownie in her hand. “If you’re looking for the brownie pan, I’m all done with it now.”
I handed her a coffee and stepped inside the apartment, which was super warm inside. I could smell the brownies she had baked, which reminded me of home. “I never noticed it was gone. And you can keep it if you want to keep up baking. You know brownies are my favorite.”
“I know,” she said with a smug grin. “I wanted to apologize for being so hard on you about Seth. You can’t help who you like. I have my reasons for not liking him, so we probably won’t ever agree, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care. You’re my baby sister, and I love you.”
“I know, and I love you too. That’s why I brought you coffee. And I’m not delusional enough to think that you will ever really like him. I just hoped that you would try to get to know him instead of letting other people make up your mind. You’re usually not such a follower.” She had always done things on her own and her own way.
Clara sighed. “Layla is my friend. I have to trust her.”
“She told you about it herself? You didn’t hear about it from others?”
She gave me a sideward look but said nothing.
“I’m serious, Clara. What if I told you that he admitted to me the truth about the rumors and that he says he wants to do better with me? Isn’t he worth a second chance?”
“I’d say it was a line to get in your pants and that you’re too smart to fall for that.” She walked over to the kitchen counter, where she cut me a brownie and placed it on the napkin. “I saved you a corner piece. They’re nice and chewy.”
I wasn’t going to refuse my chocolatey favorite. “Thanks,” I said, noticing there were only two missing from the pan. She was trying so hard to butter me up. “Don’t you think that people can change?” I felt like it was the same old story with us lately, like every visit had to include a debate.
“No, not everyone can change. Not people who don’t want to. And I can’t believe that someone