Page 8 of Piggy

Grayson

For the past few weeks, I’ve been leaving early and coming home late just to avoid Charlotte.

But today?

No choice.

It’s Thursday. Football’s on. The boys are over. Pool party’s happening.

I open a bag of chips—

“Hey, Grayson. You’re here!” Charlotte says, practically appearing out of thin air.

I look down at her, those big dumb eyes locked on me.

For fuck’s sakes.

I’ll be polite, though. She is my roommate.

“I’m good. How are you?”

She fidgets, twisting her fingers as she speaks too fast — zero skill with men.

“Oh! That’s great! Uh, what have you been doing? You’re never home. ”

“Stuff,” I answer flatly.

I move to the living room, and of course, she trails behind me like a dog who hasn’t seen her owner for a week.

“Oh, well, Grayson—”

I turn away, but she snatches my arm. I glance down at her pudgy little fingers clutching me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish.

I draw in a sharp breath, trying to calm my body’s reaction to her touch.

“What do you want, Piggy?” I warn, my voice edged.

She panics in that sort of cute way she does. Damn , it’s nice to see her.

“I’ve been practicing!” She beams, eyes shining up at me like she just earned an award.

“What?”

“I watched a couple videos and practiced on a banana. So if you want, I probably won’t scratch you with my teeth.”

“A banana?”

Her cheeks flush. “I washed it.”

Fucking hell.

She wants to suck my dick and used fruit to prep for it.

It’s the cutest, most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m dying.

Dying to praise her.

To kiss her forehead.

To shove her to her knees.

To spit on her face and choke her with my cock. The normal stuff .

But I’ve already fucked up once.

I shouldn’t have touched her. Brax’s little sister. The girl who smiles when she sees me like I’m good for her.

If I don’t shut this down, I’m asking to get kicked out of the only place that hasn’t turned me away — the felon no landlord wants. And I’m not about to start couch surfing again just because I want to feel her cunt one more time.

I rub the back of my neck, trying not to show it. Not the heat in my chest or the way her dumb little banana story made me want her even more.

So I do the reasonable thing.

Crush her.

“Piggy, we can’t hook up again. It was a one-time thing.”

She stiffens. That light in her eyes?

Gone.

Her brow furrows, and yep, there it is. Panic. Tears welling, fast.

Fuck.

Rip off the Band-Aid.

“I’m not interested, anyway,” I add, flat and cold. “I like more experienced girls. You just laid there. Boring as fuck.”

Lie.

Fucking lie.

Every second with her was incredible… completely different, but incredible. Those gasps, whimpers, the way she clung to my body, her taste, how she shook like she was breaking just for me .

She didn’t complain. Didn’t even whine when I tested her to see if she’d let me finish despite the pain. Didn’t ask for anything. Just gave. Like a woman should.

First girl I didn’t want to skull-fuck until she tapped out. First girl I wanted to kiss when I finished, but couldn’t indulge. Not with her. Too fragile. Too clingy. Fuckin’ desperate.

But if I say any of that?

She’ll never let go. Girls get so hooked on my cock. It’s a problem.

Her tears fall. Silent, fat streaks rolling down her round face.

Goddamn , that’s making me hard. Uh, I can’t look at her. Not like that.

So I mutter, “Jesus, Charlotte. Grow up. It was a pity fuck. I thought you were cool.”

And then I hear it. Her footsteps.

Fast. Light. Fleeing.

Bedroom door.

Click .

And I stand there like the bastard I am, wishing I would go knock... if only just to fuck her once more, or…

Don’t think like that, Grayson.

I sigh heavily, her pain rubbing off on me. That was god awful. It had to be done, though.

Now, I need a beer .

An hour later, and my buzz is quieting the guilt. I lay down on a lounger next to the pool.

Brax looks down at me and laughs. “Hold down the party, bro.” He gestures to his phone. “Gotta make a run.”

“Will do.”

It is a great party, too. TV blaring on the patio, good game on. This is nice. Everyone is here.

Lots of eye-candy, too.

Especially my girl, Meghan. The woman that never clings, just appears when I need her. Like now.

She sways her hips as she walks to me, fresh beer in hand.

“Here, baby,” she purrs, then straddles my lap.

Hell yeah, now this is what I need. Her tattooed arms complement her bad girl look, and that black, jaw length hair. A modern day Cleopatra. And God, that ass. Such a nice bubble butt. I give it a squeeze.

A flash: Charlotte, naked under me with that worried look. The fear. So addictive. I took her. Couldn’t resist.

I shake my head, trying to bury that memory for the hundredth time.

Damn it, Grayson. It’s been weeks. Let it go.

I opt for my default. Flirt.

“Nice thong bikini,” I say to Meghan. “All these clowns want to fuck you.”

She grins in that sexy way. “But do you want to fuck me? Because it’s been a while.”

I smirk. “Oh yeah, nasty girl? Your pussy wet for me? ”

She nods, leaning down for a kiss.

But from the corner of my eye, I see her .

Short, curvy, and marching straight for the pool like she is on a mission.

But Charlotte looks different. She’s wearing a white bikini. Too small for her. Those giant tits bounce with every step, her bottoms ride up her ass, her frizzy hair loose, and those little hands in fists.

Oh, yeah. She’s on one. Pissed.

My heart fucking rages in my chest, because with every step, she draws more attention.

Everyone looks. Everyone .

Without hesitation, she dives into the pool and swims underwater to the end. She emerges, fucking stunning. Hair slicked back, water cascading down that incredible rack.

Killian is fast, standing at the edge. “Piggy! A guy needs wrist wraps to hold them huge titties. When did you grow up?”

Her face flushes bright red.

Fuck no.

I’ve pushed off Meghan, and somehow, I’m already next to Killian, unsure of what to do.

“Still just a fat potbelly pig,” I blurt loud enough for everyone to hear. She tried hiding her stomach that night. I know she’s insecure about it. Now she’ll give up.

She frowns, her expression devastated.

Good .

Hopefully, she’ll go back inside where she belongs.

Killian chuckles but elbows me. “Holy balls, huh? Who would’ve guessed the pig had udders like that?”

“That’s Brax’s little sister.”

Killian smirks. “He’s not here. What, you gonna snitch on me?”

He pats my arm and then does a cannonball into the water. He splashes Charlotte and she squeals with laughter.

I grimace, horrified. What a fuckin’ slut. Why’s she acting like that?

She splashes him back.

He gets closer.

And then—

His fucking arm hooks around her.

I see red, my heart thrums, and my hands curl into fists.

They bob in the water, him holding her.

When those magnificent tits press to his chest, I’m ready to kill .