“I could have made something,” she says. “I don’t know anything fancy, but I can make an omelet or Hamburger Helper or…”
She trails off, biting at her lip.
“You don’t have to cook for us,” I say, my voice coming out gruffer than I meant.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” she says. “If she really doesn’t mind me staying for a few days, just until…”
“Until what?” I ask. “Your fairy godmother shows up and turns your shitty little shed into a castle with a flick of her magic wand?”
“No.” She scowls at me and crosses her arms, which just makes her perky little tits poke out even more, highlighting her pointy nipples inside Lennox’s YMCA shirt. Of course she chose my fucking brother. He’s actually halfway decent to her, and she doesn’t know him well enough to know it’s all an act. He’ll try, but in the end, he can’t keep it up. He’ll show his true colors. No one can live their whole life pretending to be someone else.
It’s better to just be up front about who you are and what you want. And we’re both pieces of shit.
“Then what?” I ask, tossing down the controller and turning on the couch, laying my arm along the top and facing Rae. “You think your real daddy’s going to show up and tell you that he’s a billionaire and you’re an heiress? Or he’s a king and you’re a princess? Tell me the fairytale that you’re living in your head, little girl.”
“If I could live in a fairytale, you wouldn’t exist,” she says, leveling me with those luminous hazel eyes ringed with dark lashes, the ones that blink up at me with helpless submission as she deep throats my cock every night in my dreams. “So obviously I’m not the one living in some fantasy inside my head.”
Our eyes meet, and for a second, I’m sure she’s remembering what happened on the floor in this very room. That she somehow knows that’s the fantasy in my head, the one I jerk off to every fucking day. And now that I think about it, when did she take the starring role in every jerk-off fantasy I have? How the fuck did she get in my head anyway?
Is it just because I can’t have her? Because Lennox told me to leave her alone? Becausehewants her?
“Vení,”Lennox says, scooting over and patting the couch between us.
Rae gives me a triumphant look that makes me want to wrap my hand around her neck like I did that night, but this time, I’d squeeze until she was gasping for breath while I pounded into her sweet little body and showed it who it belongs to.
No. What the fuck?
She doesn’t belong to me. I don’t play that game. I’m a free agent. I don’t own girls any more than they own me. I’ve never wanted to, never wanted that responsibility. Owning someone means you’re attached to them, and fuck if I’m ever attaching myself to one girl when I can fuck anyone I want, any time I want.
She circles the end of the couch to sit in the spot Lennox made for her, curling her legs up with her knees angled toward him, her back angled toward me. His gaze flicks to me, and I see the same glimmer of triumph in his eyes. I want to punch his fucking face in. He’s winning her over, and he knows it’s fucking killing me. It’s killing me that I’m losing. I never lose.
He knows it, too. He knows it’s killing me that she isn’t all over my dick without me having to lift a finger, that she won’t let me have her without working for her.
Fuck that. I don’t chase girls, don’t work for them, any more than I get attached. If she wants him, she can have him. She’ll learn her mistake soon enough, and when she comes crying to me, I’ll show her what she could have had if she hadn’t been so fucking determined to prove her point. I’ll make her pay for that, and then I’ll leave her with nothing, like I’ve left every other bitch who chased my dick,beggedfor it, even knowing how it would end.
They all think they’ll be different, that they’ll be the one to tie me down. They don’t see the irony—that thinking they’re different is what makes them all the same.
I pick up the controller and start playing by myself while they sit next to me, talking like I’m not fucking here.
“What does your mom do?” she asks Lennox, leaning her elbow on the top of the back of the couch.
“She’s a manager at Hastings,” he says. “She mostly works days, but sometimes she closes.”
“I was thinking,” she says. “If I’m going to stay here more than a few days…”
She glances back at me, and the movement makes her back arch just a fraction, her tight little ass pushing out. I see it from the corner of my eye, but I pretend I’m not looking, that I don’t want to touch it, to squeeze it, to feel it fill my hands while I devour her delicious little cunt. I hate Lennox for being the one to finger that ass last time. It was for her that time. It felt natural to share her. We’ve shared lots of girls. But now…
I don’t know what changed. Maybe the fact that he wants her for himself, that he’snotwilling to share, even when I was. The selfish bastard.
When I refuse to look at her, she turns back to my brother. “I’m sure I can figure something else out,” she says. “But if your mom wouldn’t mind me staying for a month, I can get a job and save up enough to get my own place by the time I turn eighteen.”
“You don’t have to leave,” he says, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You can stay as long as you want. Stay until graduation.”
I lose my last life in the game and have to start over, since I can’t pay any fucking attention with them practically fucking right up against me.
“I’d still want to get a job and help out,” she says. “It wouldn’t be fair to make your mom support me. I’m not here to mooch off y’all.”
“I can think of a way you can pay for your room,” I say, smirking at the screen as I start over in the game.