My head is still reeling after last night with Danny fucking Larson fucking with my sister. Ellie may be my twin sister, but I’ve always felt like I had to be the protective brother. Everyone tends to think I’m older than her because of that.
I honestly can’t believe Larson would try something with MY sister on MY turf. The guy must be a special kind of stupid.
And Barkley. Finding Lainey shoved up against a wall by some fuckwat who didn’t even look like he knew what he was doing. That shit made my blood boil.
I’m not a fucking idiot. I know Lainey gets around. That’s her MO. Since high school, she’s been pretty open about her sexuality. Honestly, good for her. I like that she doesn’t take shit from anyone and doesn’t care what anyone thinks about her.
It makes her that much more interesting. Lainey Barkley has been in my life since we were eight, and one thing I’ve always loved to do is get her riled up.
I don’t know why, but knowing I can make her so angry, so annoyed, it makes me feel… powerful. Like I have some sort of hold over her like she has a hold over me.
Again, I’m not an idiot, and I’m certainly not blind. Lainey Barkley is hot as sin. Long tan legs, a waist that’s to die for, an ass like no other, and dark curly hair that makes her greyish eyes stick out.
She’s every guy’s wet dream. It’s no wonder she has guys all over her at all times. It’s been like that since we were teenagers. It’s always bothered me, watching guys throw themselves at her.
I was never sure if it was because I was jealous or because I saw her as a sister. But when my dick started to get hard at the thought of her, and I would jerk off to her face in my head, I knew it was the former.
Obviously, that piece of information I’ve kept to myself. Not even my boys know about it. Ellie especially doesn’t know how often I fantasize about her friend sucking my dick.
Lainey acts like she wants nothing to do with me. She acts like I’m nothing but an inconvenience, a thorn in her side, but I know she feels something too. You can feel the tension like a fucking rubber band about to snap.
For some reason though, she doesn’t want to act on her desire. I guess I could say it’s because of Ellie being her best friend. Or maybe I’ve completely misread the signals. Maybe Lainey Barkley hates my guts and actually despises my existence.
If that’s the case, she’s shit out of luck because I’m not going anywhere.
“Yo, Holli. What’s going on? Are we done or what?” Mason asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. Fuck. I shake my head, regaining my composure.
“Yeah, sorry. Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 4
Holland
“You know you need to get a suit, right? Like a presentable one that doesn’t look like you got it when you were fifteen,” my sister says in a smartass tone.
Rolling my eyes, I grab the old suit out of my closet and look it over.
“It’s not that bad,” I say, not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself.
Ellie scoffs. “You’re kidding right? That thing would not fit you. You need a new one.”
She’s not wrong. This thing looks like it would fit a child, not a twenty-two-year-old man, but I don’t want to have to go outand buy a new one.
Money isn’t an issue here, but my distaste for shopping and trying things on is. I do look damn good in a suit though, so maybe it’s worth getting a new one.
“Can’t I just wear sweatpants?” Ellie’s eyes widen in horror, and I have to resist the urge to laugh.
“To a wedding? How are we even related?” she asks, hopping off my bed and heading for my door. I think I may have met her quota for annoyance today. She’s just so east to rile up. “Gwen would kill you if you showed up to her wedding in sweatpants. Get a suit. You have like two weeks.”
With that, Ellie lets herself out of my room, leaving me alone with my too small suit.
Well, this is just great. The last thing I want to do is go out and get a new suit. I wonder if Logan and Mason already got theirs. We’re all groomsmen, and we were told to get black suits with some light blue flower thing for the pocket.
Ryker’s been keeping us updated on the wedding planning, and as expected, Gwen hasn’t really been high maintenance. She’s got a pretty laid-back personality, so that’s not surprising.
She was adamant about the light blue being their color scheme. Ryker didn’t really care about the colors, so he let her have it.
Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Mason and Logan, really hoping they haven’t gone and gotten their suits already.
