Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Easton

The last thing I wanted to do when I got to Aisha’s was take a shower,

but I had to rub one off before I do something I regret. So, I told Aisha I

needed to sober up-the best excuse I could come up with on the spot-

and headed for the bathroom in her room. Leaving Harper's with a

raging hard-on was a bad idea, but the second that warm water hit me,

I thought of the way her pussy tasted, and jerked myself off.

When I leave the bathroom with just a towel around my waist, I'm not

surprised to find Aisha right outside, lying on her bed, not in the

kitchen where I'd left her and Julia

She eye fucks me as I step toward her. “Yum.”

My pile of clothes are at the end of the mattress, folded. Not like I left

them.

grab my jeans. “Nothing you haven't seen before.”

“It gets better each time.” She's chewing her nail, her gaze slowly

lowering down my body.

Topen my jeans and she crawls toward me. “Don't bother putting those

on when you know I'm going to take them off.”

Fuck.

I should have expected this when I saw her on the bed.

I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I came over here.

“I don't have time for that right now...” I smile. “And you know I'm not

quick.”

Leaving the towel securely around my waist, I slip on my boxers and

then the jeans, grabbing my phone from the pocket once I'm zipped up

and buttoned

“Ugh, you're so annoying. Here I am, all willing and ready, and you're

playing hard to get.” She wraps her hands around my thigh and looks

up at me through her lashes. “I'm sure you could be quick if you really

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Ignoring her, I read the messages on the screen. A few notifications,

one that says Aisha has tagged me on Instagram, no missed calls or

texts.

I'm afraid to even look at her post.

“That wouldn't be fair, would it?” I say and shove the phone back in my

pocket. I toss the towel onto her bathroom sink and reach for my T-

shirt. “Besides, I've got to talk to Ryan about something, which means

I've gotta get going.”

Her palm flattens against my stomach. “Ryan can wait.” She's toying

with the button on my jeans, her lips tugging into a grin, like she's

dreaming about sucking my cock.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

“He can't,” I tell her. “It's important.”

“But you haven't even spent any time with me, and Julia came all the

way here to help you.”

Julia wants to do more than help me.

I wonder if Aisha knows that.

I put on my T-shirt and take a step back. “I'll make it up to you.”

“Wait,” she says, clamping down on my waist. “Isn't there something I

can do to make you stay?”

She's pouting.

And I can't fucking stand it.

I pull her fingers away. “I'll see you at school tomorrow.” I touch her

cheek, giving her the tiniest bit of attention, so she doesn't try anything

else, like pounce on top of me, and I head for the stairs.

Julia is at the kitchen table, books spread out around her. “I've got to

run,” I tell her. “We're good with the history paper?”

She rolls her eyes. “You still haven't paid up for the last one I wrote.”

“lowe you.”

She licks her lips, eventually biting the bottom one. “Double.”

Man, these girls are relentless.

I hurry out to my Jeep and take out my phone as I start up the engine,

shooting off a text to Ryan.

Me: Headed home, give me a call

Since I pass an ATM on my way, I stop and withdraw enough cash to

cover my debt with Julia and continue onto my neighborhood. When

I'm only a few houses away, I see Ryan's car parked in my driveway.

I check my phone, looking for a missed call or text from him.

There are none.

Why is he here?

1 park and get out of my Jeep, Ryan rushing out of his, meeting me in

the middle of the driveway

"Hey, man,”

“What the fuck happened between you and my sister tonight?”

I can see and hear the anger that's boiling through him.

Blake, that motherfucker.

Ryan didn't have a story to tell me. He wanted to check my

whereabouts, so he could confront me in person.

This is going to get ugly.

I can't let it.

“Nothing, man-"

“That's not what Blake said.” He walks closer, his hands clenching at his

sides. “He says

he saw you two kissing.”

"Did Blake mention he was on his way to your sister's room so he could

hook up with

her? That's why he was in that hallway.”

“He told me.” A death stare moves through his eyes. “I think it's fucked

up, I don’t want them together. But he came to me and was honest

about it, that's more than I can say for you.”

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Blake isn't the good guy here.

He's far, far from it.

“Ryan, you need to calm down and hear me out.”

He takes another step closer, his fists now balled and positioned. “You

want me to calm the fuck down? I don't think so. This is my fucking

sister we're talking about.” He's in a fighting stance, his hands high and

aimed at my face. “Square up, motherfucker. Square the fuck up.”

Thold my hands up, showing I'm not going to fight him. “You're my

boy, Ryan. I'm not trying to hurt you or your sister. I was with Aisha

tonight, just like 1 told you through text. Do you think I'd try some shit

with your sister, and then go to Aisha’s and do the same with her?

That's some cold shit, even for me.”

He's silent for a few seconds. “Prove it.”

I pull up Instagram, hoping whatever she tagged me in is something I

can use. It's a photo of my clothes on her bed with the caption: Now

that's a sight I can get used to. Three fire emojis follow.

I want to fucking barf.

But I show it to Ryan and say, “Satisfied?”

His hands slowly drop. “What about what Blake said?” His tone is still

stiff and gruff. “Were you kissing her?”

“She was wrecked over the spray paint stuff, and I was consoling her. It

looked bad, I get it, but it wasn't what Blake thinks.”

I'm going to kill that cocksucker.

Ratting me out, confessing his fucking love for Harper just so he can

get in her pants and drop her like he does everyone else.

I won't let it happen.

"We good?” I ask.

“Yeah, man.” He pauses. “I guess we're good.”

I should feel relief.

But I don't

“You want to go smoke a blunt? I've got a few in my room.”

He nods and follows me inside.

With each step, my pulse skyrockets.

Because when Ryan finds out the truth, he’s going to lose his fucking

mind.