Liam snorts.“Translation: he doesn’t want what happened with the last cousins he got involved with to happen.He hit on one whilst he was trying to get into the knickers of the other.I’m pretty sure they were the reason for the house cameras I installed, right?”
I groan, wanting to smack the shit out of his ruggedly handsome face.“Listen, Chatty Cathy, your commentary isn’t needed right now.And it’s not like I knew they were cousins.”
He isn’t completely wrong though.It wasn’t like I slept with both.I didn’t get the chance to get in one of the women’s knickers.I took one of the cousins home, and we were just getting to the good stuff, when her roommate came home.Who happened to be the cousin I banged the weekend before.Screeching broke out, and I left before they could remember I was still in the room.It didn’t stop the chick from trying to sneak into our house to finish what we started.A few times.It didn’t matter that my mum gave the girl her marching orders, or that the police were called three times—she still kept coming.
He chuckles.“Would it have stopped you?”
It takes me less than a second to answer.“No, but...”my gaze goes to where Summer just was.
But...not her.I wouldn’t do that to her.
Where that thought comes from is beyond me.But it’s swirling in my head, going around and around, until I’m frowning.
Malia lets out a heavy sigh, removing her hand from my shoulder.“Oh, for fuck’s sake.You’ve gone and made me feel sorry for you now.”
“Huh?”
She meets my gaze as she fights back a smile.“I was going to warn you stay away from her.”
I arch an eyebrow at her.“You already kind of did,” I point out.
She puts her hand up, indicating she wasn’t finished, and this time, she’s no longer holding back a smile.“I was going to warn you away and knee you in the balls before letting you stew on my warning.Instead, I think I’m just going to enjoy this.”
This time, I don’t bother hiding my surprise.Or wariness.“Enjoy what?”
She just laughs and turns her back to me, walking up to the house.
“Enjoy what?”I yell.
“You’re so fucked,” Liam chuckles, following her into the house.
“I’m not the only one who has a boner for someone here, you know.”
He turns, walking the rest of the way backwards, smirking.“There’s a big difference there.I’m not you.”
My frown deepens.“What the hell does that mean?”
He just laughs as he turns back to the house, not saying another word.
“Liam?”I call out, but he continues to ignore me, closing the door.
I run my fingers through my hair and glare at the closed door, wondering when I started to let people mind-fuck with me.I do the mind-fucking.It’s in my genes.
But as I walk over to the quad, there’s a niggle in the back of my mind telling me I missed something from the conversation.
I need to get laid.
I always think better after I get laid.
*** *** ***
Ifrown down into theswirling, golden liquid of my pint, wondering what on earth has gotten into me lately.Maybe my need to fuck all the time keeps me on the straight and narrow, because right now I’m not getting any and I feel like I don’t know myself.
The thought has me freezing, my pint halfway to my lips.It’s like a light bulb has gone off.
Now I wonder how Jaxon will take the news that me fucking about actually helps me—and everyone in my life—in the long run.I can think clearer with regular sex.I’m never about to self-implode over some chick I can’t remember.
Me fucking around isn’t the issue.It’s actually the solution.He doesn’t need to ream my arse every time I stick my dick in some chick.Because I fucked up more today than I ever have.
