I scrunch up my face at the thought of who would be spreading that kind of gossip and wonder why she would want to be kissing those kinds of people anyway. Once more, she assumes my reaction means I’m going to deny her.
“Please, Tori, please.”
Shit, what should I say? I guess it wouldn’t hurt to help her out, but what would that mean for our friendship?
“It will be our secret. Nobody needs to know that’s how we learned those kinds of things.” Her eyes beg me to give in to her, and at this stage, I don’t have any good reason to say no.
Climbing off the bed, I put my back to her so she can’t see that my nipples are as hard as rocks. I pour us both another drink and hand it to her before I give her an answer. “What’s there to practice though? We’ve kissed, and it seemed pretty good to me, so what else do you need to know, because honestly, I’m not sure what else I can do to help. I don’t have the right equipment.” I gesture to my nether regions and the lack of a dick.
When I turn back to her, I take a good look. Her coffee brown eyes are glassy and not quite focused, and I realize she’s absolutely hammered. She’ll have forgotten all about this by morning. Another shiver courses down my spine, and I’m shaken when I realize it’s a shiver of disappointment. I really need to examine that when I’m sober, but for now, I’ll play along.
“Well, what do guys expect you to know? How to give blowjobs and hand jobs, and it probably wouldn’t hurt to not be a virgin,” she reasons.
“Whoa, hang on a second. I definitely don’t have the right equipment to help you with that.” Does she even hear the words coming out of her mouth? As she tosses back the drink I just handed her, I know I’ve lost her. Her mind is away with the fairies, planning all the things she needs to learn by the end of summer. This makes me a little nervous. Stacey’s schemes always end up going haywire, but I hate saying no to her. I’m such a pushover.
Pulling her shoes off her feet, I tuck her into bed, but as I go to leave, she pulls me down again and mumbles, “You’re a pretty good kisser, T,” and then she plants another kiss on my lips before she rolls over and falls asleep.
Taking my drink, I head back out onto the balcony to watch the rest of my brother’s party, keeping an eye on our kingdom while he’s off getting his dick wet. One of us always needs to know what’s going on to protect our interests, but most of his friends know the deal now, and if they fuck up, they won’t be invited back. Pissing off Gio Russo is tantamount to party suicide. If only I was as cool as him, then I could give Stacey exactly what she wants—popularity.
ChapterThree
The following morning, my head is foggy as I slowly wake up. I didn’t close the curtains over my patio doors when I came inside after my brother had rejoined his party, so the light is shining right through them. Groaning, I roll onto my back and freeze. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a body lying next to me. Did someone get into my room last night? Slowly, I turn to the side, and the mess of honey-blonde hair has me sighing with relief. Stacey slept in my bed last night. Usually, she sleeps on the pullout sofa, but I remember tucking her in while she was scheming in her head.
Stretching my toes, I climb out of bed, leaving her to her comatose state as I unlock my door to go see what condition the house is in. My brother’s door is closed, and I know he’s probably got it locked if he’s inside, so I don’t even bother looking. None of the spare bedrooms should be occupied—we lock them—and people know they are not allowed to be upstairs, but oftentimes someone convinces Gio to open them, so I will check just in case. If there is anyone in them, they get a small reprieve for now.
Once I get downstairs, I survey the remnants of the party. There are a few people asleep on the couches, but it doesn’t look like there was any major destruction, although it’s nowhere near as clean and organized as it usually is. Sighing, I head into the kitchen to grab some trash bags. I find a couple of giggling girls trying to operate the coffee machine. I clear my throat to get their attention. They whirl around and immediately go into bitch mode, looking me up and down, obviously wondering who the fuck I am. I mean, seriously, I know I’m quiet and not part of the cool group at school. I’m a year behind them, and I prefer my own company to being social, but what the fuck? I’m here every time my brother throws a party. I know these two girls, but they obviously overlooked me, too self-involved to pay attention to anything outside of their own little bubble.
“Who are you?” Bitch One demands.
The second one just looks at me like she’s trying to figure out how she knows me. Bitch Two is the one that hooked up with my brother last night in the pool house. “Where did you come from? You weren’t asleep in the pool house with us, and you weren’t in the living room when we came through before.”
I can see her calculating the odds that I came down from upstairs. I don’t owe this bitch anything, so I decide to play a game. “Oh, from upstairs.” I stretch my arms over my head, my tank top pressing against my ample breasts. “I slept so well.”
Their eyes narrow as they think about where and why I might have had an amazing sleep. “Who did you sleep with?” Bitch One demands as the other one eyes me with a calculating glint. She probably thinks she can score brownie points with Gio if she outs me. “You’re not supposed to be upstairs. No one is.”
I wave them off and move over to the fridge to grab a carton of juice. My mouth is dry from the joint last night. Pulling it out, I move to the cupboard with the glasses. The girls’ eyes narrow even further with my familiarity in the kitchen. “Please, we all know the spare rooms are used for hooking up, just like the pool house is. People just wait until Gio’s occupied to use them.”
That’s enough to tip his girl from last night over the edge, and she assumes the worst. “Listen here, you little bitch, Gio is mine, and no two-bit preschooler is going to take my place by his side,” she says, looking me up and down. “Are you even old enough to go out to a party?” The girls snicker with amusement, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh, burn. You cut me so deep,” I deadpan, clutching my imaginary pearls before turning my back on them. I hear them move, and a hand brushes my hair. With quick reflexes, I turn and grab the hand, twisting the catty bitch’s arm until it’s bent behind her and she’s squealing in pain as she bends over our kitchen counter. She flails her other arm and thrashes her body like a fish on dry land, but I have a good grip, and she can’t break free.
“Oh dear, looks like you can suck cock like a Hoover, but you’re not really bright,” my brother drawls. I look up and see him leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, wearing an amused expression on his face.
“Gio!” the bimbo in the arm lock squeals. “Help me with this psycho bitch.”
His eyes narrow, and the amused look turns deadly as he steps away from the doorway and stalks across the room. When he gets to us, he grabs the girl’s hair and yanks her head, making her look at him. She groans, but I think it’s with pleasure, not pain. Ewww.
“How about you don’t talk to my sister like that?” he whispers, his tone deadly with intent, and her eyes widen in alarm. “Now get the fuck out of our house before I let her kick your ass a little more.”
He nods, and I let go of her arm and step away. The other girl has been watching the entire time, not trying to help her friend at all. Fuck, that’s some loyalty for you.
“But, Gio, didn’t we have a good time last night?” Bitch Two simpers, cradling her arm carefully. Her hair is messed up, and there’s a red mark on her cheek where it was pressed against the counter, but she doesn’t let it deter her. I’ve got to give it to her, she’s determined.
“Fuck off. You were mediocre at best. Your head skills were the best thing about you. You moved around more just then than you did while I was fucking you.” He nods to where I held her down.
Her face drops, and she looks like he stabbed her in the heart with a knife.
“Whoop, there it is. Not sure what it says about you, Gio. You always pick the ones who think they can tame you. Now get the fuck out of our house.” I wiggle my fingers at them as they both scurry out the back door like rats abandoning a sinking ship. I stick my head out and shout, “Don’t even think about doing anything spiteful. We know where you live.” They run a little quicker to the pool house to grab their stuff. I don’t close the door until I see them leave through the side gate.
