“Nice digs,” Tanner whistled, swinging his eyes around the place.
None of this fancy shit impressed me. Hardwood floors were still floors, and marble countertops were nothing more than polished up slabs of stone. Why waste the money when there were rocks outside and trees in the back?
“How many rooms you think they got in this place?”
I shifted my gaze to the kitchen, where I could hear voices and muttered, “Too many.”
One good thing about Derek’s upgrade in social standing was that Riley could now get the education she deserved. I told her to take advantage of that. She whined and complained about her new uptight school. There were advantages to places like Ashworth Academy. She’d get options other people didn’t simply because she graduated from there. Provided her boyfriend didn’t get in the way. Micha Kessler. I’d like to shove that boy’s nuts down his throat, but she’d be safe with him. Considering my brother was out for blood, protection was a good thing.
The Kesslers were a powerful family and the head of the Order of Ravens and Wolves. There was nothing like being protected by a secret society. A secret society I was apparently a part of, last of the wolves side I was told. Whatever the fuck that meant? That’s why I was here–to cast my vote for some crap initiation bullshit. Not because I gave a fuck about the Order, but because Riley cared about this Junior kid.
A soft yet high pitched tone echoed in my ears “You have to get her something nice.”
Oh for fuck sakes.
I knew that voice. Naomi Prescott. Couldn’t get the snide little sneer of that prissy bitch out of my head. Let’s not even get started on how many times I had my hand on my cock and came to the image of her bent over my counter.
A pair of sparkling green eyes met mine as we sauntered closer to the kitchen.
Speaking of shoving someone’s balls down their throat.
“Nice,” Logan Hudson’s lips curled. “Got it.”
His smile spread as his eyes shifted to the two blondes bitching at him, one of which was Naomi, and then back to me. My gaze narrowed. Logan was the one that called me here. If this fucker planned this shit, I wasn’t just going to feed him his nuts. I was gonna make him swallow the whole damn package.
The charm started oozing off Tanner the second he locked onto the smaller blonde. She was alright, wearing some fancy jeans and heels. It was Naomi that had my attention. More specifically, the deep scowl crawling across her face.
“Damn,” Tanner sang, flashing the other one a smile, “I’m definitely a fan of the kitchen.”
Her brow rose. “Is that your attempt at flirting?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
The blonde sauntered forward, exaggerating the sway in her hips. Tanner was too blinded to notice that the bitch was up to no good. I could’ve knocked some sense into him, but why? Cocky prick needed to be knocked down a peg, and it’d be nice to see a chick deny his charming ass. Fuck, most times all he had to was smile, and they were begging at his feet. Pleading to push their fingers through his light hair and hold on tight while he used them hard and rough.
“Are you gonna give it to me good, big boy?” she purred while dragging her finger down his chest.
Stupid fuck stepped in closer to her. “Oh yeah, baby, I’ll give it to you good.”
The only warning he got before her fist landed in his gut, was a tiny smirk.
“I’m going to find Logan a suit,” she sang, and flipped her hair over her shoulder before strutting out of the room. Leaving Tanner behind in a hunched over heap.
“Fuck,” he coughed. “I think I’m in love.”
“You might want to stay away from that one,” Logan warned. “She’s psycho.”
Tanner beamed back at him, “I like psycho.”
Idiot.
I crossed my arms and glared back at Naomi. She could emphasize the curl in her lip all she wanted, but I saw her checking me out. Staring hard at the ridges underneath my t-shirt. When I flexed my pecks just a little, her gaze snapped back up to mine.
“Can I help you?” she snarled.
“Still mouthy I see,” I took a second to enjoy the red fabric wrapped around her curves. She’d look real good bouncing on my cock. Too bad she was an utter cunt. “Does Daddy know you’re out this late?”
Her response was to lift her chin and strut out of the room, “I should go help, Ava.”
