“Then my sister is a ho, too,” Olive pronounces.
“You go tell her that,” Jolene says, wiping away tears.
I gather up the supplies and drop them back into Olive’s grocery sack. A loud, frantic pounding sounds at the front door. My heart stammers, and I jump up, my hands balling into fists, sure it’s going to be one of those assholes come to make sure I’m obeying their command. When I open the door, though, Blue is standing there, her hair tangled, her eyes wild.
“Have you seen Olive?” she asks before I even get the door open fully.
“She’s right here,” I say. “We were just making a sign.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Blue says, pushing past me and bending to grab her sister into a hug.
“They said you’re a ho,” Olive says.
Blue straightens and glares at me.
“That’s not—”
“You’re an asshole,” she says. “Leave my sister alone.”
I hold up a hand. “Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
She stands there for a long minute and then nods. “Cool. Sorry, too. If I ever need you to watch Olive, I’ll ask.”
“Happy to,” I say. “Also, she took a drag off a cigarette, just so you know.”
She shakes her head and herds Olive toward the door. “This kid’ll be the death of me.”
“How?” Olive demands as they disappear out the front door.
“Okay, now that she’s gone, are you really Royal’s ho?” Jolene asks. “I mean, I would so be his ho. Not that I don’t love Earnhart, because I do, but I’d totally dump him for a Dolce.”
I laugh and shake my head. “And you’d regret it five minutes later.”
“You totally fucked him!” Jolene shrieks.
A flash of memory hits me—the sensation of Royal’s thick, bare cock sliding through my wetness—and I have to close my eyes and take a breath to get myself under control. But then I’m good. I’m stronger than that shit.
“I didn’t fuck him,” I say. “He’s actually a complete dick, and this is a joke. However, if you could help make me look like the trashiest streetwalker you’ve ever seen, that would be cool.”
An hour later, we’re climbing out of the back of the Lariat. Every head turns our way, and it’s not because I’m in a free porn they’re texting around school. Let them look. I’m obeying Royal like the good little doggie he wants me to be. I hope he likes it.
There are a few football players mingling with parents and cheerleaders and other students outside, not to mention the whole truckload of Jolene’s boys sitting there whistling at us as we walk toward the entrance. I turn and give them a saucy little wave… And run smack into a solid wall of muscle. I turn to find Duke Dolce standing in front of me. My tits are practically touching his abs, and considering the size of my tits, that leaves us really fucking close. He’s in his football pants and a t-shirt, and damn, does he look good. I’ve never been this close to him, and for the first time, I notice his eyes aren’t quite as dark as Royal’s, that little gold flecks are sprinkled through his dark chocolate irises.
“Who the fuck are those guys?” he asks, jerking his chin at them, not stepping back.
“Oh, haven’t you heard?” I ask, hooking a finger into the top of his pants. “I’m a whore. Obviously I need clients.”
He groans and pulls my hand away. “You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“Sure don’t,” I say, batting my lashes at him.
“Baby, I would eat that cherry pie like it’s a fucking pie eating contest if I didn’t think I’d get my balls busted for it,” he says. “But between you and my brother, I don’t know who’s crazier, and I like my balls just the way they are.” He grabs himself as if to demonstrate, and Jolene lets out a squeak like a mouse.
“Sup?” he says, still cupping himself as he jerks his chin at her.
For maybe the first time in her life, Jolene is speechless, her mouth hanging open.
Duke grins and drops her a wink. “Find me at the after party, and I’ll empty these boys between those tits.”