Page 34 of We Are Yours

“I think I do. You don’t bring her around, and you’ve barely let us into your house these last couple of months. I’m assuming it has something to do with your new roommate.” He gulped down his shot before slamming it on the table. “Tits. Ass. Long legs that seem to go on forever.”

“Brian,” I coaxed, “I’m warning you.”

The blonde reached around me, grabbing a shot off the table. I slowly turned, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

I brought my focus back to him when Brian asked, “You’re telling me you don’t want to bury your dick deep inside her?”

My gaze met the blonde’s again, and she batted her lashes at me.

Looking only at her, I replied, “I could be persuaded.”

“I’m not talking about the blonde.”

My eyes shifted back to Brian. “What do you want from me? You want me to lie and tell you I want to ride off into the sunset with my brother’s girl?”

“So!” he emphasized in a snide tone. “She is your brother’s girl? Now, why was that so hard to say?”

“She’s his little black cat, Brian.”

“Yeah, well, if she’s his pussy, then someone forgot to tell her.”

“What’s your problem?” I shook my head, utterly confused. “What are you trying to start?”

He smiled, enjoying this reaction out of me. “Why are you getting so testy?”

I grinned. “Keep running your mouth and you’re going to find out really quickly.”

“Brian,” the blonde intervened, “I don’t mind being second place.” She leaned into me, getting close to my lips. “You want to hold the silver medal, or do you want to be my hero?”

I rasped an inch away from her mouth, “What am I saving you from?”

She put her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Maybe you? You love that girls fall at your feet, don’t you?”

“I’d say more like they fall on their knees.” My stare trailed her body. “But yours works too.” Refocusing my gaze to Brian, I informed, “She’ll be with me this weekend. My brother's going to be out of town.”

“Look at you, how chivalrous. You’re going to bring her around here?”

“Yeah, you’ll get to admire her from afar.”

“Already getting possessive?”

“How about you just tell everyone she’s hands-off, alright?”

“Does that mean she’ll be sleeping in your bed this weekend?”

“Yeah,” I spat. “It will be one big slumber party.”

“Are you going to braid each other’s hair too?”

“Why?” I taunted. “You want to watch?”

The blonde added, “I’d love to be part of that invitation.”

Brian hollered, “I guess that makes it a threesome.”

Slightly pushing her back, I disclosed, “I’m not big on sharing.”

Right then and there, I’d been a bystander to my own death and destruction. The pain would eventually burn me alive inside, threatening to spill over into a war where it began with my white flag up.