“This has to be some sort of joke.” Layla snickers with an eye roll.
I kick open the lid of the cooler. “If you girls have a problem with my guest, you can fucking leave. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.”
“We might have to. Now that she’s here, it’s sure to be a drag.”
Shuffling through the ice inside, I pull out a can of beer then give it a good shake before angling the opening at Layla and cracking it open. “What the hell, asshole!” she screeches while running her hands over her soaked white T-shirt. Her hard nipples greet me through the thin fabric.
I slam the half-full can down on the counter then grab a couple more beers out of the cooler. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I chuckle. “Let’s go, Willa. Something smells funky over here.”
“Yeah, your nasty girlfriend,” Layla grumbles from behind us as we walk into the living room.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s your rotten pussy.” I glance over my shoulder and her foot stomps to the floor while her mouth forms an O.
“Fuck you, Lars.”
Flipping a finger over my shoulder, directed at her, I lead Willa over to the couch. “Move over,” I say to Tommy as I knock his leg over the coffee table that sits in front of the couch. “Killer party, man.” I make my sarcasm obvious.
“Yeah, about that. Figured we should keep it low-key tonight.” He winks. Fucker did this on purpose. He wanted Willa’s presence on my arm noticed. “In fact,” he kicks his feet back up, “Zed wanted to have a word with you about the arrangement.”
“Arrangement?” Willa asks.
“Holy shit, she talks.” Zed chimes in as he leans forward to get a better look at us. “How’s it going, Whispering Willa?” He smirks.
I grab an empty can that’s sitting on the table in front of us and chuck it at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
Talon grabs the can mid-air. “Oooh, someone’s defensive tonight.”
I crack open a beer and hand it to Willa who shakes her head no. Shrugging my shoulders, I tip it back and take a swig. “So, what’s the plan tonight? Sitting on the couch twiddling our thumbs until we pass out?”
“Well,” Zed springs up, “I’m planning on taking one of those ladies into Mr. Chamber’s office and letting her suck my cock. You’re welcome to watch if you’d like.” He flips Willa’s hair from behind the couch and I’m two seconds away from laying his ass flat on the floor. Before I can say anything, he heads toward the kitchen. Then I hear him say, “Come on, Cara. You look thirsty.”
“Is she really going with him?” Willa asks as she watches them walk away.
“She really is. Some girls have no morals.” I turn my body toward her. “Unlike you.” My hand finds her leg and her eyes shoot down as my fingers caress her upper thigh. Tipping her chin up with my free hand, I look into her eyes. “You’re special, Willa.” Tommy starts having a coughing fit and I know he’s fighting not to laugh. “Come on, let’s get away from these assholes.” I stand up and set my beer down, then take her hand in mine.
She doesn’t put forth any resistance when I pull her up. Talon waggles his brows, and Tommy sinks further into the couch. “Have fun, you two,” he says before downing his beer.
With her hand in mine, I lead her up the stairs to Tommy’s room. “Where are we going?”
“Away from the noise. Away from them. Thought maybe we could get to know each other a little better.”
Her hand feels so soft and tiny in mine. She’s this petite thing with wavy brown hair and eyes that match. She can’t be more than one-hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and she's as plain as white bread. Well, she was. Until she caked on all that eyeliner. She looks better without it, in my opinion. She’s a cute girl, I’ll give her that. But she lacks everything that I’ve always been attracted to. “You having fun?” I ask her, though I know damn well that her response will be a lie.
“I’m having a great time.” There it is. Lie. Girls like Willa have no idea what fun is. She’s so sheltered. I’m pretty sure she lied to her stuck-up parents just to get out of the house tonight. There is no way in hell her stepdad, the pastor, would have let her leave otherwise. And her mom, the school librarian? Not a