“YOU’VE GOT SOY SAUCE dripping down your chin.”
I tease Aubrey as she sinks her teeth into a succulent chicken yakitori but makes a mess because it's too hot and she has to open her mouth not to burn herself, making the soy sauce drip down in a dark trail that stops on one of her tits.
“It was too hot!”
She complains and I lower my head and lick the soy sauce clean off her breast and all the way up to her lips.
That turns into another hot kiss and she tastes salty like the soy sauce.
I bite on her ear lobe and she giggles, wiggling her ass on my lap.
There's something crazy hot about eating Japanese take out completely naked with a girl you just fucked.
Someone you actually don't wanna run out on and ignore from the very moment you throw the used condom in the trash.
I think I’ve done it wrong all this time, because sex with someone you actually really like and you're interested in – beyond the obvious getting naked and get each other off part – is fucking awesome.
There's no awkwardness, no excuses to make a quick exit and actually, I’m hoping that she’ll let me stay the night.
I fucking like this girl, like I’ve never liked anyone before.
We eat and joke and talk about her love of Japanese food.
“I love Chinese food too, but I’m way too picky. I guess growing up in Hong Kong kinda ruined me for it and there's very few places here in LA that are even remotely decent.”
She doesn't say that to show off or sound cool, she is cool and I love the way she's curious about the world, always wanting to discover new things.
She’s telling me about her favourite restaurant in Hong Kong and how she’d love to take me there, when we’re both startled by the ringtone of my cell phone.
Who the fuck could call me now to ruin a perfect moment?
I try to ignore it but it keeps ringing.
“Someone must really need you. I’m not gonna be offended if you take the call, but fair warning, I might eat all the yakitoris.”
“Piggy.”
I tease her but show her the screen of my phone with an eye roll: it's Margaux.
And this is the third call: she must've called earlier while we were upstairs, too busy to hear the damn thing ringing.
I answer with a smile, my eyes trained on Aubrey chewing on more chicken.
“This better be good, you fucking cock blocker! What is it that couldn't wait until later?”
My sister starts screaming at me, absolutely livid that she had to try three times to reach me.
Her car broke down and she got towed to a repair shop in downtown LA.
“Knox can you pick me up? Quickly? I don't like the way the men in the shop are looking at me, so I walked to the diner nearby and I’m pretty sure I saw someone buy heroine and they just went into the bathroom to use it. There's constant police sirens, where the hell did I end up?”
I sigh and tell her that I’ll be there soon: Mom is in court for a very important case today and Dad is out of the country for business, so I’m the only one Margaux can count on.
She could call an Uber but she sounded shaken and she's my little sis, I can't leave her in a dangerous neighbourhood all by herself.
I turn to look at Aubrey, who in the meantime has put her chicken skewer down and put back on the same kimono she wore to open the door to the food delivery guy, to walk me out.
She observes me while I collect my clothes from the living room floor and I almost call my sister back to tell her that I’ll send Tripp or another one of the guys on the team to pick her up.
Aubrey's standing by the couch in this dark red, silky kimono that barely covers her thighs and I’ve gotta stop looking at her because I’m getting hard again.
I reach her in two strides and take her in my arms.
“I was hoping you'd let me stay the night. I had the best time.”
What the fuck’s wrong with me, seriously?
Normally I play it so cool, keep ‘em guessing, waiting for a call that nine times out of ten wouldn't come because I’d have already moved on.
But this girl ...
I like her more than is healthy and now I hate the fact that I suggested that we keep our dating casual when this all started.
I know that Teague and Landon both want her and now I have Devon to worry about too.
I wanna tell her that I'm her boyfriend, that I want her to choose me, but there's no time to have this conversation now.
So I give her one last, sweet kiss and tell her that I’ll call her tonight.
11.
Messed Up
Knox
“WHERE THE FUCK WERE you, asshole?”
My sister literally flings herself in the car and urges me to drive off.
“I thought one of those guys would literally jump me. And I’ve been offered crack twice while I was sitting in that diner. And—”
“Ok, ok. I got the idea. And I’m here, aren't I? But if the car couldn't be repaired today, couldn't they give you a replacement vehicle to drive until—”
Margaux loses her shit and screams.
“HAVE YOU FUCKING SEEN THIS PLACE? CRACK! THEY OFFERED ME MOTHERFUCKING CRACK AT A DINER!”
I wince and try to calm her down, as she looks really shaken.
I guess this isn't a good time to ask her what the fuck she was doing outside of Beverly Hills, because if this was the closest shop to where she broke down, she must've been in the area.
“All right, all right. You look all in one piece to me. Let's go home and I’ll make you your favourite protein shake for dinner.”
I try to appease her.
I love my little sister, I practically can't remember a day in my life without her, since we’re so close in age.
But I’m not blind: she's a fucking handful and she's exactly the type of girl that I was never interested in dating.
I don't think I’ve seen Margaux eat real food since we started high school.
To stay in her size zero clothes, she lives on protein shakes, protein bars and kale.
And I love kale when prepared right but she actually eats it mostly raw or adds it to a shake.
This is why I like Aubrey, she eats and while she isn't fat, she has meat in all the right places.
Fuck, I need to stop thinking about her or I’ll get hard.
Margaux looks a little calmer but she's still pouting.
“Can I know why the fuck you weren't answering your phone? You didn't have practice today! Where were you?”
I might as well tell her because I’ll ask Aubrey to be my girlfriend, so she’ll have to get used not to being the only girl in my life.
No one will ever replace my sister but Margaux will have to learn to share my time.
“I was with Aubrey, we were having dinner at her place.”
She narrows her pale blue eyes and looks at me with suspicion but I try to ignore her, pretending to be busy driving in the bumper to bumper traffic.
“Were you having dinner for more than two hours? I started calling you at five. And I must’ve texted you ten times.”
She won't relent.
“We did our homework beforehand.”
I try to look calm and a little bored but there's no fooling Margaux.
“Were you fucking?”
For the first time in my life, the term ‘fucking’ doesn't quite feel fitting to describe what happened between me and Aubrey.
I mean, sure, we were fucking.
And it might've been the best fucking I’ve ever had, because she was so hot, and so passionate.
She was really into me and despite the lack of experience, I could feel her trust, her willingness to follow my lead and to enjoy everything that we could give each other.
So it was the best sex I’ve ever had hands down but it's not just that.
It's that I care about making her feel good, but also making her feel happy, making her laugh, trying new things together.
&nbs
p; I love the way she eats, the way she kisses, the way she concentrates when she studies.
Holy shit!
I’m fucked. I know it's way too soon to use the L word, we’ve only known each other for about a month, but I’ll be damned if this isn't where I’m heading faster than it feels reasonable.
I’ll have to tell her soon.
Not that I love her, I don't wanna use that word lightly but she needs to know how I feel, that I’m falling for her.
Hard.
“Knox, snap the fuck out of it, dude! Did the cat get your tongue or what? I asked you a question: did you fuck her? You know there's no secrets between us. Come on, what the fuck happened between you and Aubrey?”
So I admit that I had sex with Aubrey.
‘We made love’
I think but I know better than to say that to my sister or she'll laugh at me until graduation.
“And?”
Of course she wants the details.
I know that it seems weird to share the details of my sex life with my little sister but we’ve always told each other everything.
“What do you think? It was great. So great that we couldn't stop doing it. And I was hoping to stay the night, until my giant pain in the ass sister decided to break down in the most dangerous neighbourhood in town.”
She pouts but it's just for a minute, I know her too well, she's too curious to know all the details to give me the silent treatment.
Margaux
I CAN'T BELIEVE THE look on my brother’s face!
He’s fucking done!
The way he says her name, and he talks about her: he really likes her!
Ugh!
I’m so fucking jealous!
I’m jealous because I’ve never been in love and he’s got this really suspicious light in his eyes and I’ve seen the way he looks at her.
And I’m also jealous because Knox has always been mine.
My protector, my knight in shining armour who’d drop everything and anyone for me.
I guess it was supposed to happen one day but I was hoping that by then we’d be out of college and I’d be engaged to someone.
I was hoping that by then, I wouldn't need him as much as I do now.
Macy and Rachel are my friends but let's face it, they're bitches.
I know that when I’m not around, they say horrible shit behind my back because they can't handle the fact that boys like me better than their skunky asses.
They’re skitches (skunks + bitches) and I’ve gotta watch my back from them.
So Knox is the only person I trust completely, the only one that's always been in my corner, no matter what.
I really don't wanna share him but I also love him too much not to want him to be happy.
“So was it her first time? I don't know why but I can't figure this girl out. She isn't shy but she’s different than, say, Macy and Rachel.”
He barks out a laugh.
“Yeah, you can say that! With all respect for your friends, who I each fucked last year, one time when I was too wasted to know where I was sticking my dick, Aubrey’s different. And no, it wasn't her first time. But I’m only the second guy she's slept with.”
He says that with a smug smile on his face and that totally rubs me the wrong way.
It's as if him being ‘only’ the second guy she’s ever slept with were something to be proud of.
I’ve slept with nineteen people: seventeen guys and two girls.
And no, I’m not bisexual.
I had a huge crush on Tripp last year and he likes threesomes, so I agreed, hoping that he’d see how awesome and open minded I am, but he fucking moved on once he got to have his fun.
I narrow my eyes.
“Are you calling me a slut?”
I know I'm just being a difficult twunt (twat + cunt) right now because my brother loves me, but I’m feeling a bit insecure about the way he talks about Aubrey.
His reaction reassures me immediately.
“No, Gaux-Gaux.”
He uses the name he used to call me when we were toddlers and he just started talking and Margaux was too hard for two year old Knox, so he called me Gaux-Gaux.
And it's still an endearing name between us, like I call him Knoxie.
“I could never call you a slut. Do I wish that you were a bit more choosy about who you spread your legs for? Yes. But it isn't a judgy thing. It's just because I wish you'd find someone who treats you nicer than the way the assholes you sleep with do. And I'm not a hypocrite, because it's exactly the same way I’ve been treating girls until very recently. So if you're a slut, so am I.”
I’m placated by his words and my curiosity takes over again.
“So, are you two together now? Which is like asking you if you're better than Teague in bed.”
I say it with a smirk: I’ve been giving him shit since I lost my virginity sophomore year because I’ve always had a thing for Teague.
I mean, hello?
The guy is fucking perfection and has that bad boy vibe going on that makes me wet only thinking about it.
But since Teague transferred to BHPA sophomore year and he and Knox started playing football together, they’ve always been competing for girls, for who got laid more and my brother laid down only one rule: that I was absolutely off limits and if Teague ever dared touch me, he’d get his ass kicked.
Knox sighs.
“I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend but again, someone had to be rescued, so I had to go before I could talk to her about it. And she hasn't slept with Teague.”
“So Teague wasn't her first?”
He seems irritated by my question.
“No. As I just told you, they haven't slept together.”
I giggle.
“If you say so ... I’d have thought that those two were fucking by the way Teague was all over her yesterday morning. Plus she's his rally girl.”
My harmless taunting must really rub my brother the wrong way because he snaps.
“No, ok? She didn't sleep with Teague! The only other guy she fucked before me was that asshole you're so into. Devon Archer.”
My head shoots back as if I’d been bitch slapped.
I fucking knew it!
That little twunt is fucking my guy!
That's why they were in that locker room together and that's why I always catch him looking at her.
Aubrey did mention something about it before, but I never thought it was that important, as she made it sound so casual.
But Devon was her first, so she probably still cares about him.
“And you aren’t jealous?”
I ask tasting venom in my mouth at the idea that Devon likes someone else.
“Yeah, I wanna kill that motherfucker! But also no, because she said it was shit. That he came faster than it took him to put a rubber on and it hurt like hell.”
I was fucking right to wanna take that bitch down.
If I had any qualms about my actions last week, now I don't anymore.
And to be honest if Aubrey and Knox became an item, that’d be good for me because it'd take Aubrey out of my way.
But I’m fucking fuming that she fucked him and that she fucked him before I did.
So I can't help but stir some trouble and then may the pieces fall where they will.
I look at my brother and quash the tiny bit of guilt that's licking at my conscience: it’ll be up to him if he wants her but I’m gonna protect him and go ahead with my plan.
Yes, protect him because Aubrey isn't the sweet little angel he thinks she is.
So I put on a knowing smile and tease him.
“By the way, I was right.”
He bites immediately: hook, line and sinker.
“About?”
He arches one blonde eyebrow, his jaw tensing just a little while he keeps his grey gaze on the road.
I’m his sister but I understand why girls literally throw themselves at him: he's hot.
He’s very good at
keeping his cool but I know him better than he knows himself and I can tell that Aubrey sleeping with Devon affects him more than he wants to let out.
“Didn't I tell you that you making QB1 would seal the deal with Aubrey? The minute you got a starting spot on the team, she let you in her pants. So I expect her to lose any possible interest she might still have in Devon, as long as you keep your spot. I mean, there's rumours that she was the one that drugged those three. Maybe she did it to help you, so she could be QB1’s girlfriend?”
I see the look in my brother’s eyes and I know that I hit my target.
Aubrey should’ve never gone after the guy I wanted.
But after all, I’ve been warned about her and I should've expected it.
Aubrey
THE LAST FEW DAYS HAVE been a crazy emotional rollercoaster both in a good and in a bad way.
That date with Teague on Sunday was so sweet and hot and I felt so close to him.
I was able to catch a glimpse of the real him, beyond the cool bad boy image that he likes to project at school.
And he was sexy and sweet and made me feel so good ... he gave me my first orgasm and with him I felt beautiful and wanted.
And then the fact that he could believe that I put something in his drink, hurt more than I can possibly explain.
I’m not surprised that Devon believed it.
Honestly after how he's been acting since I saw him again, it actually makes perfect sense given how self-centred he is.
Landon’s the only one who didn't hesitate to take my side.
And then there's Knox.
I blush just thinking about Knox and the things we did yesterday.
I still feel pleasantly sore between my legs and not because he was rough or anything but we had sex three times and I guess the soreness is both because I’m so new at this and also because Knox is really, really big.
And again, I lost count of all the times he made me come: he's like the orgasm whisperer.
Of course by his own admission, he's been with quite a few girls, so he knows his way around a vag.
Yeah, that's what Abi and I call our pussies and I can't wait to Skype with her on Friday and tell her how mind blowing sex with Knox was.
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