Odis
Her bright gray eyes glimmer with hate as she glares at me. Her gaze flickers to my brother, holding the same intensity. She clearly hates our guts, and I don’t blame her. A small part of me feels remorseful toward her.
We were grade A assholes to her, but again that’s her own fault. We tried to play nice, and she made a fool of me in front of the whole school.
Being an asshole is kind of my thing. It’s in my DNA, but in this instance, it might become a problem because I really want to fuck Gemma. I always thought she was pretty, especially when she tried everything to stay unnoticed. She used to wear baggy clothes and never did her hair or makeup like the other girls. When she left, I was pissed, but there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it. She thought we didn’t notice her, but we did.
Now, after a year away, she is something else. She’s come into herself. Her modest but sexy summer dress hugs her curves, showing off her perky tits and narrow waist. I take in the little temptress in front of me, and all I can think of are ways to get that dress off her.
A sudden jab in the ribs knocks the thought out of my head.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to,” Denver murmurs next to me as he adjusts in his chair.
He clearly caught me staring at Gemma, and he knows exactly what I’m thinking because he is thinking the same.
We’ve always liked her, which was one of the reasons we ignored her in high school. Feeling like we were even, I was done tormenting her by the end of freshman year, but we couldn’t be her friend after that. Being friends with a girl isn’t possible when your dick gets hard every time you see her.
Denver and I never went for the same girl. As brothers, it was and still is our number one rule. We’ve always been close, and we won’t let anyone come between us.
Especially not a woman. Except for the first time, I’m actually thinking about breaking that rule.
“Your mom tells me you’re going back to Florida for college?” My dad questions Gemma.
“Yes, that’s right.” She keeps her answers short, not offering any more than she has to. It’s kind of odd to hear her talk without a stutter, but as her mom told us earlier, she went through extensive speech therapy to treat it.
“She’s always loved the beach,” Linda, Gemma’s mom, beams. “I’m so proud of her. She even volunteers at the local animal rescue in her free time.”
“That’s impressive. So, you must like living with your dad since you decided to stay there permanently?”
“Yes, Richard.” Gemma nods, looking around the room like she is trying to avoid looking at me. That bothers me more than I care to acknowledge. I want her attention. I want her glaring at me with those sexy eyes.
“How is the weather down there?” My father follows up his question, and I almost roll my eyes. Is he seriously asking about the weather?
“It’s sunny,” she quips.
“I bet you look banging in a bikini,” I say before I can stop myself.
“Odis,” my dad scolds, and Denver chuckles beside me.
Gemma’s eyes are back on me, shining even brighter than before. She is fierce but no match for me.
Linda gets up from. “I’m going to check on dinner. I hope you all are hungry because I made a feast,” she says nervously before disappearing into the kitchen.
A few moments later, she returns with the roast she made and sets it on the table. My dad gets up and helps her grab the sides until the table is fully decked out, with enough to feed ten people. She wasn’t lying. She really did make a feast.
“This smells lovely, Linda,” my father coos.
Everyone starts filling their plates and eating in uncomfortable silence. Every time I look over at Gemma, she is cutting the meat on her plate, probably imagining slicing into my leg instead. Her feistiness turns me on. Knowing that she hates me only makes me want her more. It’s stupid, but an attraction I can’t deny. I want her, and I don’t think I’ll be satisfied until I have her on her back, against the wall… fuck, my cock is getting hard. I need to stop thinking about fucking her and eat my food.
The silence becomes a little less suffocating as time passes. I try not to look at Gemma, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her. Everything about her is sexy—the way she glares at me, the way her tits bounce a little when she roughly stabs the broccoli, the way her lips close around the fork, and even the way her jaw moves as she chews.
How can chewing be sexy? I don’t fucking know, but she makes it happen.
“So…” Linda starts, apparently having enough of the silence. “Denver and Odis, what college are you planning on attending?”
“Columbia,” I start to explain.
Gemma snorts, interrupting my sentence. She is giving me a disbelieving look like we only got in because of money. She isn’t wrong. Money helped, but we aren’t fucking stupid. We worked hard for our grades.