“I think we’re good, but thanks,” Ryan quickly stated.
My gaze jerked over to Ryan. He was brushing off the very women he’d been talking about only minutes ago.
The blonde narrowed her eyes and looked around at each of us. “Y’all gay or something?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s it,” Roger said smugly.
“We’re just not interested, that’s all.”
That jab came from Ryan, which surprised me. He usually wasn’t so blunt. Or rude.
“Fuck you, dick,” the redhead said before turning and walking off. The other two quickly followed, but not before the blonde tilted her head and looked at me intently.
“You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”
I smiled. “I’ll take my chances.”
When she walked away, Jack sighed. “You three are killjoys. I’m going after them.”
While Jack did just that, I looked at Ryan and Roger. “What happened? I thought you both wanted the redhead.”
Roger shrugged. “Turns out I’m not in the mood for that tonight. For once I’d like a woman to not be so willing to just meet me in the bathroom for a quick fuck.”
Ryan leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from his beer.
That I could understand. I’d been feeling that way for a while now. I jerked my head toward Ryan and asked, “And your excuse?”
“I don’t really know. I just want to sit here and drink a beer. I wouldn’t mind a dance or two with a pretty little thing, but I’m not interested in fucking some girl in the back of her car.”
Leaning forward, I looked at them both. “You two are whores, do you know that? Bathrooms? Back seats?”
Ryan pointed at me. “This coming from the guy who fucked a girl up against a wall in the back of the dance club. In plain sight of anyone who wanted to watch.”
“In my defense, it was dark. I was eighteen and…and…”
Roger lifted a brow.
“And an asshole. I wish I knew who she was so I could tell her I’m sorry. I used her because I was trying to…”
I almost said I was trying to forget Saryn’s rejection.
“Pretty sure she was the one who asked you to have sex with her in public,” Ryan said, laughing.
I smiled as I took a drink of my beer. “That’s right, it was a dare from her friends. First and last time I had public sex.”
As the night went on, the less I thought any of us wanted to be there. Jack had taken off with all three women. The rest of us placed bets on how that was going to turn out.
“Do we wait for his ass to show back up or leave?” Ryan asked as we made our way through the bar.
“We don’t have to look for him, he’s walking toward us,” Roger said as he pointed to Jack.
“Holy hell, look at that smile. Someone got lucky!” I said with a chuckle.
Jack walked up to us. “Were y’all going to just leave me?”
“Yes,” the three of us said at the same time.
When we got into my truck, Jack spilled the beans on his adventurous night. Turns out he had himself a little fun with both the blonde and the redhead.
By the time we got back to the cabin, I was in an even worse mood than before we had left. What in the hell was wrong with me?
“I’m gonna sit out on the porch for a bit,” I said, taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs. I didn’t even care that the temperature had dropped to around fifty-five. I needed the fresh air. Everyone walked into the cabin, except for Ryan. He sat next to me.
“You want to talk about it?” he asked.
I turned to look at him. “Talk about what?”
He smiled. “Truitt, we’ve been friends since what, sixth grade?”
“Fourth,” I corrected.
His head dropped back as he laughed. “Right. Fourth grade, when we both liked that same girl. What was her name?”
“Linda.”
“Linda. That’s right. Good thing she moved away, we might not have become friends.”
I grinned.
“Anyway, dude. I know when something is bothering you.”
Ryan was the last person I needed to talk to about what was on my mind.
“I’m fine.”
He nodded. We sat in silence for a good three minutes before he spoke again.
“Is it because she’s my sister? Are you worried what I’ll think?”
My head jerked around to look at him. “What in the hell are you talking about, Ryan?”
“I’m talking about Saryn. I know you liked her in high school but never did anything about it. One, because she was my sister, and two, because that dickhead got to her first. What’s your excuse now?”
“Now? You think I like Saryn?”
“No.”
“Good,” I stated.
“I don’t think, dude, I know it.”
I stared at him, not sure if I should admit that I did indeed like his sister once upon a time and that maybe I still did.