Page 6 of Shared With His Friends

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Ash

T here’s a mole on her left temple, and it bothers me that I now know this.

The brown speck is ingrained into my brain, lobotomizing me, and I can’t unsee it.

Sure, we shared a moment when I stared into her ocean-blue eyes, but, really, all I want to know is what the color is behind the contacts she wears.

Nothing more. Whore just fucked all my friends, even three of us at once, and, like the prostitute she is. All for Jet’s cash.

Women are easy. Predictable. Unstable.

Dane strokes her sticky, dyed blonde locks out of her face, ogling her with something akin to veneration, and this girl is lookin’ at me like she wants to kiss me, eyes all zoned out and half-lidded.

I should do it. Just to show him what it feels like watching him show affection to someone else after we just came all over each other’s dicks.

Ire raging up through my mouth, I grip the bitch’s stringy, blonde ponytail and crush her lips to mine, splitting them apart with my fervent tongue, the taste of her saliva like some fake sweetener hiding a rich boldness underneath.

Amber kisses like she’s trying to hide the truth: this girl is so desperate to be wanted, she’ll do anything for you.

No wonder Jet likes her.

Dane stands over us, and I peek an eye open at the cousins, the light and the dark, staring me down as Amber’s teeth tug on my piercings.

Giving them both a sly wink, I pull her off me as we catch our breath, my eyes never leaving Dane’s broadened blue ones.

If there’s hurt there, it doesn’t seem to be for me.

Amber sits up on my lap, straddling me with her perfect thighs, and glances at Jet, who shoots daggers into her face with his dark, piercing gaze. “I-I did what you wanted,” she says with a little obstinance. “Will you take me home?”

Sliding out from under her, I stand and start throwing my clothes back on as Dane’s gaze scans me with perplexity, one blond eyebrow crooked, before he does the same. Picking up a white T-shirt, I toss it at him but miss his head where I was aiming.

Jet sighs heavily through his nose. “No. No one’s going home . This is your home now… until you get knocked up. You’ll stay here. All of you will stay here.”

A clap cuts the air when Wade slaps his palms together, then rubs them while licking his bottom lip like he usually does when we get fried chicken after hitting the bong.

A chuckle escapes me as I shake my head at the whore thinking Jet would allow her to do anything she wants.

“Jet, toss me my keys,” I say, snapping my fingers and then pointing at the coffee table.

I have no interest in staying in this situation any longer than I have to.

If the girl’s here, and Dane’s here, which he’ll make a point to be, and if Jet’s gonna be an even bigger dick than usual, and if Wade’s here trying to rape her the entire time…

I’d rather just go study at my own place in peace.

This dynamic is out of balance, and I don’t want any part of it.

With a small hop, Jet tugs up his black trousers, then reaches down and zips them up, and just when I think the dickhead is ignoring me, he says, “Nope. No one’s leaving. We’re all staying here until baddie gets pregnant.”

Amber slides off the sofa and scurries to her dress, pulling it up like we haven’t already seen everything and felt every fucking hole the whore has.

Wade shrugs and sits back after tugging up his sweats then presses start on the next game.

Freeloaders be freeloading. Dane tries to help the gold digger cover herself and seems to be consoling her, rubbing his fingers down her arm. My jaw tenses.

“Nah, man. I got shit to do. Classes to attend. You fucks can knock up Jet’s little pet every day, I don’t give a fuck.” Before I can snag my keys, Jet bends and snatches them from the table first.

When he leans forward, intense gray eyes narrow at me through fallen locks of his brown hair. “Remember your endocrine exam? The one you studied so hard for?”

Motherfucker . Last semester, his hacker busted in for me, free of charge (or so I thought), and changed the grade. Jet always has the upper hand. This is why I hate when he’s being friendly… There’s always a catch.

When I remain silent, he continues, “Yeah… so you’re staying, or maybe the dean of the medical college will come to understand just how much you love to study.”

Not moving an inch, we continue to glower at each other.

Jet’s always been this way when he gets on something.

As much as he can be a great friend, has the resources to give you anything your heart desires, he can also be your worst enemy.

Even if my father found out about this and paid off the dean, he doesn’t have the Harrington money or influence.

If he did hear word of it, fucker would probably make sure I only had one kidney left when he was finished with me. And Jet knows this.

Breaking the lock he has on my eyes, I snag my glasses off the table, wipe them on my black T-shirt before putting them on, and tuck one of my lip rings under my teeth, chewing on it carefully. “How long do I have to stay here?”

“Until baddie gets a baby,” he says, straightening up to his full height with his hands on his hips.

Dane zips up the girl’s dress and helps straighten her hair.

She gives me a cursory, guilty glance like we didn’t just fuck and make out.

Being in her cunt was fine. Good, actually.

First time I’d gotten that close to Dane’s cock.

But the warmth I felt with her curves spilling onto my body afterward…

I shouldn’t have kissed her. It’s making me feel things that I can’t explain, and I don’t want to stop and think about them.

“Jet, what if I don’t want to give her a fucking baby.”

“I guess Dr. Jameson would be sad to hear about what his son’s been up to at school.”

Dane’s arm slips around Amber’s waist, and she folds herself into him, the sight of it causing some weird tightening in the back of my throat.

Through clenched teeth, I say to the room, “Sure, Jet. I’ll stay. Can I at least go get my stuff?”

With a sudden broad, relaxed smile, he says, “Oh, don’t worry about that.

I’ll have one of the staff bring everything you need over here.

Same for your stuff, too, baddie.” In a few steps, he snatches his woman away from Dane and kisses her deeply on the mouth.

Not deeply. Possessively. Dane’s arms drop to his side.

Shoulders slumping, he sidesteps them, hurrying to the back hall of the house.

Following him, my shoulder bumps Jet’s sharp one as Amber tries to struggle out of his firm hold on her.

“I’m happy to stay, Jet. Thanks for the invite,” Wade says while grabbing a bag of chips from the side table, opening them like a gorilla with a pop. Squeezing the bag, some fly out onto his hairy chest, but he snags them, and crunches loudly with his mouth open.

Dane’s halfway up the stairs by the time I reach him, but I sprint to catch up. “Hey!”

His dirty-blond hair is a disheveled mess, and he only affords me a side look before continuing toward his room. Grabbing his thick bicep, I turn him until his back smacks the gray-painted wall, then block him in with an arm on either side of his head, my nose an inch from his.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love every fucking second our cocks were together. You came all over me, captain.”

With an inhale, his broad chest rises between us. “We had one kiss, Ash. One. While drunk. And you know how I feel about her…” Blue eyes dart to the side before greeting my face again. “Jet doesn’t deserve her.”

The pain his confession causes hurts worse than my father’s lashes.

Little, scared captain is trying to belittle what happened between us that night.

Problem is, I’ve known about his crush on that bitch for a year, and it’s torn me up inside that he can’t admit he gets fucking rock hard over me, too. “One kiss, huh? When drunk?”

My skin burns where his large palms grip my hips under my shirt like he’s going to shove me away.

But before he does, my long fingers grip his jaw, then I crush my lips to his with burning desire, my other hand grasping at the back of his head to keep him with me.

His reach around my waist and, instead of pushing, grip my ass to pull me into him. A firm, hard length pokes into mine.

Grinding my pelvis against his, a tiny moan escapes his mouth as he grabs a sip of air between our frenzied passion.

Forcing my face away from his, I gaze at him with one eye narrowed.

“Now… that’s two and we weren’t drunk.” Leaning in to speak into his ear, I drop my voice to a deep octave. “Tell me you don’t want me, captain.”

Ragged breaths escape before his lips brush my neck, my cock raging hard at the sensation. “Ash.”

With a smile, I straighten to look into his worried face. “Yeah, baby.”

“I want her, too.”

Taking a step back, I use my thumb and forefinger to gather up some saliva off my bruised lip. Nodding at him, I say, “I know, Dane.” Then, I turn and walk toward my room, the one I stay in when I’m here, my new home. It feels powerful to walk away from him for once.

My neurons aren’t quite sure how to deal with the man I’m crazy about being so into someone else.

I was stupid to think I’d get some radically straight boy drunk, throw some moves on him and he’d suddenly be into it, give up his dreams of Amber with a white picket fence.

I get it, I mean… he’s really the first guy I’ve ever wanted in some way other than sexually.

I’ve gotten my dick sucked by a frat boy once at a party, in front of Dane ironically. And there was one time Jet and I jerked off together watching porn, but otherwise, I’m just as much of a bisexual newb as captain.

But I want more.