Page 28 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson (A Sawyer Brothers Story #1)

The next couple of days went by with no sign of Molly. Was she sick? I’d messaged her several times to say we needed to talk, but she’d ghosted me.

“How’s it hanging?” Phoenix drawled out lazily as he dropped his gym bag on the bench beside me.

The big guy grinned, toeing off his shoes before dragging his school shirt over his head. “Nice.”

As he dropped trou and yanked them off over his ankles, I was hit with far more of Nix than I wanted to be faced with.

Male wolf whistles and whoops erupted around the guy’s locker room. “Save it for the ladies, Carter.” Sanderson belted from across the room.

Phoenix flipped him off over his shoulder.

“Fuck dude, where’s your underwear?” I choked out, sliding further down the bench as he planted his naked ass beside me.

“Ah man, Courtney Swan sucked me off after calc and I didn’t have time to put them back on.” As I swung my head back towards him, his smug look twisted into a grimace as he added, “Shit. Bitches still got my tie too.”

I gave him an inquisitive glare as his expression turned goofy. “She likes to be restrained whilst doing the deed, and being a gentleman, I was only too happy to comply with her wishes.”

Gentleman my ass. So, she’d given him head with her hands tied behind her back? Fucking tacky.

Nix must have noticed my expression. “What? The girl was up for a dicking, but I wasn’t about to have sex in the girl’s bathroom. So gross.”

“But you’re all good with having your cock sucked in one?”

“Fuck yeah. She swallowed everything, too.”

Releasing a God give me strength sigh, I questioned, “I thought Courtney was still seeing Maxwell Stone? ”

“Nah, they broke up this morning. She was all over me in class and I was her shoulder to cry on,” he pointed out, like he was her fucking white knight. Bullshit. We Sawyer boys never did anything without an ulterior motive.

And talk about fast, Stone had dumped her that morning and yet she was sucking someone else’s dick that very afternoon. That showed you how fickle high school girls were when it came to the team. Jersey chasing whore’s the lot of them.

“So, you took advantage of the girl when she was down. That shit’s cold, man, even for you,” I responded with a barked laugh.

Phoenix had the temerity to look truly affronted. “What? I gave her moral support, and she provided me with oral support. It’s a two-way street, brother,” he explained, giving me a wink and a slap on the back. He then started searching in his bag, probably looking for his rancid boxer briefs.

Fuck I needed to get my dick wet. Ignoring that twinge of envy that my brother had seen action that day, I dropped my eyes to his thick legs.

He was one big corn-fed motherfucker. I noticed he had new ink wrapped around the top of his left thigh, but I didn’t comment.

Phoenix was private about the meaning behind the art on his body.

It was the only thing he was private about.

His sexual escapades were shared far and wide.

If you wanted to keep your sex life away from locker room gossip, you didn’t sleep with Phoenix, end of.

Shoving to my feet, I watched Nix as he carried on rummaging through his gym bag.

He was one huge clunky fool, knocking all my shit off the bench in the process.

Grace wasn’t one of his strong suits. The locker room was full of teammates, and no one gave a shit that he was buck naked with his donkey dick hanging out.

“So, what did you find out?” I questioned, yanking my jersey on over my head.

“About the Miller’s girl?”

“No, about Courtney Swan’s clit?” I snarked.

This caused him to shoot me a huge, toothy grin. “I haven’t seen that bit.”

Nix finally tugged his underwear on and started dressing in his game pants. I breathed a sigh of relief as he shared his intel, “Summers did push Miller into the water. But she wasn’t aware the girl couldn’t swim.”

The way he tacked on the latter sentence pissed me off as did the shrug that accompanied it.

“That doesn’t make it OK. What if the girl had cracked her skull on the side of the pool?

” The thought of Molly being seriously hurt made me more than uncomfortable; to be honest, it made me want to pull Storm’s arms and legs off like a fucking Barbie doll.

Pushing to his feet, Nix looked down his nose at me. “Hey man, you’re the one who painted the target on her back.”

Those words pushed my buttons.

“Yes, to fucking mess with her, not to put her in the hospital,” I pointed out.

Fuck, I needed to tell the bitches to stand down. Storm clearly had her own agenda when it came to Molly Miller.

It was now abundantly clear that I needed to add a footnote to my instructions. Dragging my hands down my face, I asked, “Where’s Storm now?”

Nix started to meddle with the mouth guard attached to his helmet. “Why?”

“Because I need a word, that’s why,” I said, shoving my uniform on my peg.

Turning to face me, now fully ready for practice, Nix explained. “Reed sorted it.”

I almost snorted my response. When it involved Storm, Reed was whipped to fuck.

Grabbing my receiver gloves from my bag, I straightened. “How?”

His eyebrows joined together, looking like two furry caterpillars. “Tore her a new one from the sounds of it. He dragged her into the janitor's office. You could hear them going at it from the bottom of the corridor. Although something tells me it wasn’t just about almost drowning your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” I snapped.

“If you say so—anyways— something is going on between them; either that, or it’s Reed’s time of the month.

He’s been a moody bastard since that first day back at school.

Although why he’d want to start anything with Storm fucking Summers is beyond me.

Putting up with an entitled rich bitch sounds about as fun as doing your own homework. ”

I ignored that my brother had just unashamedly confessed that he got other kids to do his homework. “Did you find out why Storm pushed her?”

Phoenix scratched his shadowed jaw as he replied, “Yeah.”

There was a huge pause as I waited for him to drop the bombshell. “And?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“I don’t like most things that come out of your mouth Nix, so spill the fucking beans already,” I blasted hotly, losing my patience.

“Tate put her up to it.”

Save me from the Tate Parkers of this world .

Great. Tate needed to rein it the fuck in. Pushing someone into a pool was such a dick move and unimaginative. When Molly had semi-accused me of being behind it, I’d found that offensive. Did she really think my brand of victimisation was that fricking vanilla?

Collecting the rest of our shit, we made our way out of the building and onto the field. The sun was strong, but thankfully, there was a slight breeze. “Fucking Tate, and to think I agreed to take her to Straker’s next party. Damn it.”

“I know. That’s what I thought.” Disapproval dripped from his voice. Phoenix was overprotective of his brothers, and I knew he didn’t want me getting involved with Tate on any level. The girl was mean to the bone. She made Storm look like a high-ranking Samaritan.

I dashed a hand down my face. We hadn’t even started practice yet and I was already sweating like a bitch.

As we made our way over to the rest of the team, who were warming up, Phoenix stopped and motioned for me to do the same with a raised arm.

“Tate Parker. Fuck. Your bed is well and truly made, man. Whatever you do, don’t stand the bitch up.

The last guy to do that ended up with a dose of blue balls for weeks.

Bitch warned all the other girls away. Plus, I wouldn’t nail her at one of Nash’s parties.

The walls at his place are paper thin, and rumour has it that Tate’s sex noises are now quite extraordinary. ”

“How would you know? I thought that ship had sailed?”

Phoenix had said that his friends-with-benefits deal with Tate ended ages ago.

“It has, that’s why I said rumour has it. Tate’s pussy was mediocre at best. I heard Micah’s tapping that now.”

“Nice.” It amazed me how Tate fucked around as much as the guys but wasn’t ever labelled a whore by her peers.

That’s what Queen Bee status got you, I suppose.

I had always found it ironic that guys could dick around as much as they liked and it deemed them masters of the universe, but if a girl put it about, she was a slut.

Not that I gave a shit. I was always one for double standards when they worked in my favour. Nasty, I know.

“So, Micah is boning Tate; can’t say I saw that coming, no pun intended. I hope he’s had his shots,” I snorted.

“Yep. Sounds like he’s banged her six ways from Sunday, irrespective of her sex noises.

Says she sounds like a dying rhino.” I imagined she would, being on the receiving end of Micah’s dick.

Where Micah was concerned, that myth about the considerable size of the black man’s cock was right on.

Micah was extremely well hung, even more so than Nix.

“Anyways, moving on from Micah’s dick’s social life. What are we going to do about it?”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and jammed my helmet on. I was getting weary of the mean girls and their rotten snatches. “Fuck knows. I’m just so done with these bitches, man.”

“Same. So, what you wanna do?” Nix questioned, preparing to place his helmet on.

My eyes narrowed as I glanced across the field towards where the cheer squad were draped on the bleachers. The girls had no direction without their esteemed leader. No doubt Storm had run home to daddy early and ditched her last period after Reed chewed her out.

“Let’s leave Storm alone for a few days, let her stew. No doubt she’s sulking if Reed stuck it to her.”

I so couldn’t be dealing with Storm in a mood, the girl had a resting bitch face that could peel paint.

“I wasn’t talking about Storm. I meant about your mission to ruin the new girl.”