“Dude. You’re not losing me, I promise. We’re good.” He sounds genuine, and it makes me feel a million times better.
“Awesome. Well, that’s all I wanted to talk about, so we should probably get back down. Do you know what’s for dinner?”
“Steak and baked potatoes.” The goofy grin on his face makes me laugh. That has been his all-time favorite meal since we were kids. So simple and such a through and through man meal.
“Got your girl cooking your favorites, huh?”
“It’s actually the first time she’s done it.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah, she isn’t the homemaker type. I don’t know what got up her ass, but I’m not complaining.” He laughs as we head down the stairs to join everyone else.
The next few hours pass quickly. Dinner was pretty good. Calina kind of overcooked my steak, but whatever. The guys have a huge picnic table out back where we all ate, and the weather was perfect.
Branson and Luca got here a little bit ago, as did Katie’s roommate and Calina’s sister, Stassia, and Aston just lit the firepit. We’re all sitting around it, drinking beer, and listening to music. I’m sitting in between Anderson and Aston, Calina is on Anderson’s right side, and Knox is on the other side of Aston, rolling a blunt.
Pot really isn’t my thing. If I’m going to do drugs, I’m going to do something more potent—which I already did after dinner—but I’ll smoke the weed tonight. I’m interested to see if Anderson smokes. He hardly ever drinks, yet he’s on his third beer tonight, and I think I’ve only seen him smoke weed like four or five times our entire life.Feel Nothingby The Plot In You is playing softly behind me as Aston hits the weed, passing it to me.
Placing the blunt between my lips, I inhale deeply, letting the sweet, earthy smoke fill my lungs. Only once the smoke has my insides screaming do I finally exhale, white clouds billowing around me. Taking one more deep drag, I hold it up to Anderson. “You gonna?” My lip curls on one side into a grin and my eyebrow raises in question, waiting for him to make his choice.
“What the hell? Sure.” He shocks the fuck out of me when he wraps his lips around the blunt, inhaling. He holds the smoke in, looking at me and grinning before blowing it into my face. I can’t help the laugh that falls from me. Mister Sober must be feeling a buzz from those beers if his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks are any indication.
Bringing the bottle to my lips, I drain the rest of my beer down my throat. When I look over at Anderson to let him know I’m getting another, he’s already looking at me. His eyes snap up to meet mine, the weirdest smile on his face.
“Do I have something on my face?” I ask.
“Uh, no. You’re good.”
“Cool. I’m getting another beer. Want one?”
“Nah, I’m good, bro. I’ve probably had enough. Thanks, though.”
Chapter Five
Crew
Holy dry mouth.
Peeling my eyes open, I grab my phone off the nightstand beside the bed I’m sleeping in.Shit, it’s only been like an hour since I passed out. As I get out of bed, I don’t bother putting any clothes on. I doubt anyone is still awake, and I’m plenty covered with my boxers even if I run into someone.
I pad along the hallway and down the stairs, making my way into the kitchen. Finding a glass and filling it up, I chug the entire thing. Holy fuck, I’m thirsty. Must be the weed. As soon as I refill the glass, I head back up the stairs.
The room I’m sleeping in is right next door to Anderson’s. His door is slightly open, and as I walk past it, I freeze. Soft, feminine moans reach my ears.
No, go back to bed, Crew. Don’t do it.
Don’t fucking do it.
Unable to stop myself, as if in a trance, I take two steps backwards until his room comes into view through the crack in the door. It’s only open about two inches, but it’s open far enough for me to know what’s going on.
Anderson is fucking his girlfriend. And I shouldreallygo back to bed.
But…
Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath, stepping up closer to the door until I can see them.Fuck me.
The moonlight is shining in, illuminating the space in a soft glow. Calina is underneath Anderson on her back, her long, dark hair cascading around her on the white pillowcase. She’s completely naked, her creamy skin pale and smooth, and her tits are bouncing slightly every time he thrusts into her. But she isn’t who’s holding my attention. She isn’t who’s making my dick swell.