Page 9 of Shared With His Friends

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Wade

S o fucking good. They always do such a good breakfast here. Then disappear like little good elves, without a trace any of the staff have been here. Ugh, so glad I’ve got friends with money.

“What?” Priss snaps at me above her cereal bowl as I point my spoon at her face.

Waving it up and down at her I ask, “Eating for two?”

She scoffs and settles back in her chair, bringing one smooth tan leg up under her elbow. “No. It’s too early for all that.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

Her big blue eyes widen at me. “What do you mean?”

“You look knocked up to me. Utterly glowing, priss. Well done.”

The strap of her camisole falls off her shoulder as she inhales quickly, a sneer coming over her large upper lip. “Ugh. I don’t even know what to say to that.”

Taking my last bite, I swipe some egg goo off my mustache and lick my fingers clean, stand up and lean over the table toward her. Backing away from me, she shudders, but I press my lips to her tiny ear and whisper, “Bet it’s mine.”

Lithe hands come up and press against my solid chest as I laugh, the breaths blowing her blonde hair away from her forehead. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. Just stunning. Pretty priss for a pompous prick.

Jet knows how to pick ‘em.

Just as I make a move to leave, he rounds the corner with Ash at his back bitching about something. Eyeing me with some suspicion, Jet brushes past and slides next to his girl, throwing an arm around her possessively and kissing her cheek. “Hey, baddie. You got up early.”

“Can’t stay here. I need those books, Jet. Come on,” Ash is whining. His hair is a fucking wreck, like he got laid last night. Amber looks down at her bowl while Jet tries to ignore him. Wait a second…

Did they?

Hmm… A hundred dollars Ash fucked the little princess in her tight puss last night.

And Jet’s none the wiser. Well, if she’s getting shared, may as well.

I’m feeling another load come up that needs a home.

And despite never wanting kids, I now feel this complete need to impregnate this bitch so much she won’t ever be skinny again.

I like big girls.

“Wade can go get it, then.”

“What am I getting?”

“Whatever shit Ash is bitching about.”

Of course. Demoted to bitch boy again today. “Sure, I’ll take him, if I can drive your Ferrari.”

Jet looks up from sucking on Amber’s neck to eye me carefully. Pressing it too far?

“Yeah, the white one, though. I don’t like that one as much. And Ash isn’t going, he needs to stay here.”

“What the fuck, Jet? How is he gonna know what I need?”

“Describe it to him. Whatever. I gotta put a baby in baddie’s belly…” Ignoring all of our annoyances, Jet returns to sliding his hand up priss’s leg and sucking on her earlobe.

“I’ll go with him.”

Everyone freezes, her little voice cutting into the air like a dagger. After a moment, Jet sits up and stares at her. “You want to go with Wade?”

Leaning forward, she eyes Ash and sits back. “Yeah. I can get what Ash needs.”

Ooooooh my god. They definitely, one hundred percent fucked. Before I can stop it, a huge laugh erupts from my belly as I think about the shit this is gonna cause.

First of all, Dane is going to lose his mind. What is the simp gonna do now that his precious priss is fucking his best friend? Second, Jet is gonna gut the nerd and throw his entrails in the pool. I can feel it. This is too good.

Better yet, what if her baby turns out to be future Dr. Jameson’s kid. Just to avoid a shitstorm, I bet his dad would put her up in some penthouse. Hell, I’d fuck her on the regular if I could keep knocking her up and get a piece of that pad to stay in.

Ash’s hands work onto his little hips as he bites his lip ring. “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell her and she can go with Wade.”

Dane picks that moment to appear behind him, freshly showered and smiling broadly.

Wait until I let it slip, at the perfect moment, about his supposed bff and his girl.

Rubbing a hand over my beard, I prep him for the news.

“I’m taking priss to get Ash’s stuff from his apartment.

He’ll tell her what he needs.” Putting the emphasis just slightly on that last sentence I watch carefully, but he doesn’t seem fazed.

Poor kid doesn’t know what’s about to hit him.

Meh, there’s plenty of tequila in the cabinet.

“Oh? Okay. Want me to go?” he asks Ash, the two of them eyeing each other weirdly. Huh. Maybe Dane does know…

“No. You’re not going. Just Wade and Amber, that’s it.” Jet sneers at his cousin. When did he get to be jealous? What is going on here? I feel like I’m losing grip on our dynamics, and it’s all that hot girl’s fault.

Stealing another glance at Ash, Dane nods slowly.

“Okay, Jet.” But I saw it. Those two are up to something…

Maybe Dane’s okay with sharing priss with Ash after yesterday.

If so, this could bode poorly for me. The three of them run off into the sunset and I’m kicked out of this joint.

No place to stay, and back to the wrong side of the tracks again. Not happening.

“I’ll be ready to go in ten.” Prissy wants me. She just doesn’t know it, yet. But I felt her tight cunt squeeze me so hard yesterday, trying to shove all my cum deeper inside her… Yeah, she just needs a little prodding.

Not dawdling like I thought she’d do, priss gets up and practically lunges at me as we head upstairs to get ready.

“I’ll text you what I need,” Ash calls after her, and she nods at him, seemingly eager to get away.

Strange.

I’m not exactly sure how, but we end up in a footrace on the stairs.

This girl sees competition in everything.

Being from the same side of town she’s from, I understand that drive, that need to get out.

So, I let her get ahead just so I can take a big palm and spank one of those tight butt cheeks hard as she screams, twisting around quickly to gape at me while massaging her ass.

Yep. Gotta fatten her up. “Better hurry. Bus is leaving in five now.”

Within four minutes, I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of Jet’s sixth car. It’s ‘old’ so he lets me take it out to troll for mackerel sometimes, but now I’ve even got his prime pussy sitting next to me. In a tiny ass skirt.

‘Cause she wants it.

“So… you and Ash, huh?”

Her head whips to mine, her blonde ponytail catching in the open window as I start off down the lane. “Wh-what?”

Smirking, I focus on the road. “Like that piercing? You not a size queen, then, huh?” Lifting my hips up, I try to give some room to the beast within, but it still hardens from just getting a whiff of her rose scent on the breeze.

Roses, I know, because that’s what I gave my mom every year for Mother’s Day. The one’s when she was alive.

“Can we just focus on the task at hand?”

“The task at hand, priss, is that you get knocked up, right? Jet wants you plumped up and ready? His little housewife?”

She turns her head to stare out her window.

“We could both benefit from this situation, you know.”

“What do you mean?” she asks like she’s bored, but if she were a poodle, her ears would be flat against her head.

“I mean, if you get pregnant, you got a one-in-four shot of it being Jet’s, right? And if it’s not, he’s going to take you back to where we come from.” Now she does turn her head to me, her big eyes taking me in as if she doesn’t trust me. “Oh yeah, prissy. Remember middle school?”

She likes to pretend I wasn’t there, but I was.

When she had gold hair and freckles on her cheeks, with thick glasses, and crooked teeth.

I tortured her every day, tugging each of her pigtails and making fun of her playing clarinet, only because she was so fucking cute when she’d blush and run away.

“Yeah, we’re from the same side.”

“We are not from the same side, Wade.”

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I grit out.

“You’re right. You got warm meals and a bed.

I mean, sure it probably came with unwanted touches.

I got to drop out of tenth so I could try to not die from starvation.

Believe me; you stop caring about who’s touching you when you haven’t had food in a few days, and it’s below freezing outside. ”

I feel her eyes scan me and I don’t give a shit if she hears it because it’s the truth. We’re in this game together. “But I thought your mom worked.”

“Yeah, she worked . She’d bring some friends over to the trailer who ended up liking me more than her.”

“Oh my god, Wade. Did your mom know ?”

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, I laugh. “Of course, she knew, priss. She got her heroin money. I got McDonald’s.” Muttering to myself, I say, “Still can’t stand those chicken nuggets.”

“I’m sorry?—”

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about. What I want to talk about is how we can use this game to our advantage. I’m never going back there. And I know you’re not, either.”

Glaring out the front windshield, she straightens and mumbles, “No, I’m not.”

“Great.” Smacking her bare thigh gently with the back of my hand, I grab her attention. “If that baby is not Jet’s, then you’re fucked. Unless you let me help you.”

“ How are you going to help me, Wade?”

“I know people in low places. People that would be happy to fake a paternity test for you.”

Narrowing her blue eyes at me, she pauses with a purse of her thick lips. “For what price?”

“I’ll take care of it. They owe me.”

Crossing her arms shoves her breasts up higher, until her cleavage almost spills out of the V in the neck of the pink fabric. “So, what do you want?”

Ugh, my dick hardens in my jeans just thinking about my next words. “To rape you.”

A guttural sound echoes through the car as I shove it into fifth. “What?! No.”

With a snort, I adjust myself as much as possible. “Listen, I know you’ve been where I’ve been. I can see it written on you as someone with just as much damage. But this isn’t ordinary rape. This is consensual .” Giving her a knowing look, I tell her, “And it’s different from what you’re used to.”