Might as well throw another jab. “A good hard dicking is just what you ladies need to channel all that aggression in the right way.” I push off the counter and straighten up with my cock in my hand. “Lucky for you, threesomes are my specialty, and I volunteer as tribute.” I wink and lick my lips as I let my gaze roam from one woman to the other, disappointed when neither of them looks at me. The beef between them has clearly been years in the making if my magnificent dick and the promise of a fucking good time doesn’t break their stare off.
Ash’s mouth curls in distaste, but she doesn’t look at me as she says, “Fuck off, Ares. No one is buying what you’re selling.” Ashley peers down her nose at the much shorter woman. “Tell yourself whatever you must to feel better about yourself, but know this, bitch. Jase will never care about you. I will always have his heart, and you’ll always have his contempt and indifference.”
“Whore, you’re as dumb as a bag of rocks if you truly believe that.”
Chad bands his arm around Ash to restrain her before she can reignite the fight. Nail marks are evident on her slender throat and a nice colorful bruise is already mushrooming on Julia’s forehead and another one on her nose.
Jase hauls Julia back, stabbing her with a warning look before his gaze darts to Ash. His Adam’s apple jumps in his throat as he stares longingly at her.
I do believe the pussy actually loves my slutty little sister.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
“Yes, let’s go.” Julia spins around in his arms, pressing herself up against him. “Let’s continue what we were in the middle of before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Jase removes Julia from his person, looking like he’s ready to dig a hole in the backyard and bury her in it. His gaze darts to Ash. “It’s not what she’s insinuating. I haven’t touched her.”
“Yet,” Julia purrs, turning around to face Ash again. “But it’s only a matter of time.” She straightens up, and the ditzy, dumb, bored socialite expression she prefers a lot of the time drops off her face. “I’m the daughter and heir of one of the most powerful billionaires on the planet. You can never compete with me. We’re on different levels.” Her face contorts into a nasty grimace as she rakes her gaze up and down Ash’s body. “You won’t be clueless for much longer, and then you’ll realize I was always the winner, and you are nothing but a pawn in a game you were always destined to lose.”
ChapterNine
Ares
“This was wildly entertaining,” I say, pushing off the counter after Jase and Julia are gone. “We should definitely do it again sometime soon.” Smirking, I trail my fingers along Ash’s arm as I pass by. “My offer still stands, dollface. Anytime you want to test-drive a real man, you know where to find me.”
“Eat shit and die,” Ash deadpans, gripping Chad’s arm tight in warning.
Flashing them a smug grin, I make a lewd gesture with my fingers and my hand. “Peace out, assholes,” I say before exiting the kitchen and making my way up to my bedroom.
Dropping down on my unmade bed, I blare some heavy metal as I spread my thighs and wrap my hand around my junk, jerking off in record time as I imagine bending Ash over the island unit and destroying her cunt with my cock.
After I’m dressed, I move to the window when I hear the front door slamming downstairs. My good mood elevates watching Ash and Chad sharing heated words as they bound down the steps toward their cars.
Ash’s brand-spanking-new LX 570 is parked beside my Triumph Bonneville. Doug dropped it off sometime on Saturday when I was out. I heard Ash talking about it on a call later that night, complaining she didn’t need a new SUV and her dad was going completely overboard.
Spoiled, ungrateful little bitch.
I agree it seems unnecessary, but it’s done now, so why is she whining?
When you have grown up with the bare minimum, like I did, and money was always tight, you learn to appreciate the things you are given.
That car is wasted on my slutty little sis.
It seems old Dougie boy is determined to win the Most Protective Dad award. I get he’s nervous his little girl is at college and out in the big bad world, but I think he’s taking it a bit far with his expensive gift. That SUV is usually used by heads of state and their security teams. Gifting one to a college freshman is ridiculous. If Dougie wanted to earn brownie points, why not buy her a flashy sports car? Or if he’s that worried about safety, there are plenty of conventional choices. What does Ash need with an armored SUV that has a shatter-protection floor, battery and tank armor, hand grenade and side blast protection, a fire extinguishing system, and state-of-the-art tracking system?
I can’t help wondering if there is some ulterior motive. Like does he have a legit reason to be this concerned about her safety? It doesn’t make sense. Doug is only a glorified accountant, albeit a successfully wealthy one, and I know wealth can bring the crazies out. I make a mental note to ask Xavier—my friend and go-to tech guy—to dig further into Doug’s background. The background check I had performed on him when Mom first started dating him came back clean. I’m probably being paranoid, but it can’t hurt to take another look.
I chuckle to myself when Jase and Julia emerge from their townhome, also arguing. Rubbing my hands with glee, I give myself a proverbial pat on the back for a job well done.
Waiting until the warring kids have left, I exit the house and power up my motorcycle.
The ride to work is disappointingly short. The owner of the garage is there to greet me on my first day, and he personally introduces me to the rest of his employees before leaving me in the capable hands of his manager. I spend my day underneath a first model Dodge Hellcat, chatting with the other guys as Led Zeppelin plays in the background.
I hit the open road when my shift ends, avoiding the highway as I head to South Lowell to visit Mom and collect the tech from my stepfather. I stop by the gym first for a quick workout before heading home.
“How did your first day go?” Mom asks when I step into the kitchen of the home she now shares with Douglas Shaw.
“Good.” I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “I’m going to hit the shower.”
