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“Because.” I stall for a moment, trying to think of a good excuse. “I felt dirty just from being in their house. Not to mention I smell of frat. I had to get it off me.”
Addy hums. As if she is trying to decide if what I am telling her is the truth.
“Oh, Rory. I’m so sorry. I should’ve said we go to the bars instead.” Her lips turn down as her eyes tear up. “This is all my fault.”
“No, please don’t blame yourself.” I pull her in for a hug.
It’s not her fault. It’s not anyone’s fault except for Dekker. And by default, Xayden. Did he allow that to happen? For his friend to assault his stepsister?
I need to find a way out of this place. Get back to Vegas and never step foot in Texas again.
Chapter Thirteen
XAYDEN
“Oh fuck. Suck this cock, baby.”I grip the chick’s hair and wrap it around my fist. Her head bobs up and down, but she’s not really cutting it. My words of encouragement are apparently not getting anywhere.
Sighing in frustration, I close my eyes to see if I can pretend she’s a pro at dick. Quickly, I realize that’s a mistake. She is fucking awful. How do you come to college and be this awful at sucking dick?
She needs a goddamn cock sucking class. There is not one ounce of pleasure I am getting from this. Sure, it’s keeping my dick hard, but I’ll never come at this rate with her. Maybe if I think of someone else…
A curvy, raven-haired sexy someone else. Someone I probably shouldn’t be thinking of that way.
I groan thinking about having my stepsister’s lips wrapped around my cock. Her plump ass up in the air, her soft lips running along my shaft. I start to get lost in the daydream when I am shaken out of it.
I jump and hiss as her teeth graze me. “God damnit.” I yank her off me. “You’re fucking awful at this. Get out. Go do the walk of shame back to wherever you came from.”
“I’m sorry, Xayden. Let me try again.” She pouts and fuck me, she really needs to look in a mirror. Her blonde hair is disheveled, her makeup is smeared all over her face. And somehow there is a stain of who the fuck knows on her bra.
“No. Your time is up. Get out. I won’t tell you again.” I toss her dress at her.
She huffs as she picks it up. “You are such an asshole!”
“Never said I wasn’t, sweet cheeks. Door is right there.” I point toward my bedroom door.
She lets out a frustrated growl as she throws her dress over her head. Then she stomps out of the room as I throw on my boxers and jeans.
After I get cleaned up, I make my way down into the kitchen. I notice the recruits cleaning up from the party last night. Dekker and Seven are sitting at the kitchen island watching the others clean.
“You had a very emotional pussy running from your room a bit ago.” Dekker laughs as he sips his water.
“Tears as she ran out into the front. What did you do to this one?” Seven looks over at me.
I shake my head. “Her dick sucking skills were that of a virgin. What are you two assholes up to?”
“Waiting for you so we can go get some food. Diner?” Seven offers.
I nod. “Yeah, let’s go. I’m fucking starving. Hey!” I turn to the freshmen cleaning up. “When we get back, this place better beBetter Homes and Gardenready. Magazine quality, fuck heads!”
We head out to Dekker’s SUV and pile in. I take the front passenger seat and lean my head against the headrest, my head still slightly pounding from the night before.
But it was a great fucking night.
We had the whole house losing their mind over Burning Embers. It was insane.
We didn’t even introduce them. We just told them to come out and start playing. When the first chords ofBroken Lovestarted playing, all eyes went to the stage.
It was a millisecond before people realized it wasn’t a cover band but actually Burning Embers.