“What the hell is your problem, man?” I flick up my aviators and glare at him.
Emilio laughs but there’s an edge to his voice. “Nothing. You do you. Fuck her. Don’t fuck her. I don’t care. Just make up your mind already so we can enjoy the damn weekend. I’m too tired for your games so whatever you have planned, leave me out of it.”
“Count me out, too,” Dom adds. He leans back in one of the wooden porch seats, his legs wide and a beer in hand, pretending like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “We agreed we’d focus on our futures. You don’t have time to be chasing tail. Get laid. Don’t get laid.” He shrugs. “I don’t really care. But you were off today and you know it. She’s in your head, so do what you need to do to get her out. If that means playing one of your mind games with her, so be it. But we’re not backing you this time around.” He tips back his beer.
I grind my teeth together. “Fine.” Assholes. We’ve always messed around with the same girls in the past. It made things fucking convenient, but whatever. I didn’t need them to get what I wanted out of Allie.
Emilio downs his beer before reaching for a new one. “I’m going to go find myself a piece of ass. I earned it after tonight’s game. I’ll catch up with you two later.”
He jogs down the steps and heads straight for the bikini girls, throwing his arms around two of them. I won’t be surprised if both end up in his bed tonight. Emilio’s been known to enjoy his fair share of threesomes and even the occasional foursome.
“I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off yet with how many holes he sticks it in,” Dom says.
I lift a brow. “Like you’re one to talk.”
He shrugs. “I’m taking this year easy. Focusing on what’s important.” I follow his gaze and catch him staring at Kasey Henderson. He tracks her movements like a lion hunting its prey.
“You want Henderson’s little sister?”
He shrugs but doesn’t take his eyes off her.
“Dude. She’s a freshman.”
Another shrug.
“Whatever. If you want jailbait, go for it. You’ve got two months before she’s off limits so I suggest you work fast.”
He grins. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
EIGHT
Allie
He’s here. I don’t know why I assumed he wouldn’t be. Maybe because of the game? He doesn’t seem the social type apart from the two guys I met earlier this week. He sticks to Dom and Emilio and they have a bit of a fearsome threesome going on. No wonder everyone calls them the Devils. They’re always together, and I haven’t missed the fact that everyone else seems to give them a wide berth. They’re popular, sure, but it’s almost like they’re unwilling participants in the game that is high school social hierarchy.
Rulers who don’t really want to rule.
I haven’t made friends at Sun Valley High—at least none aside from Aaron, but I’ve heard the whispers in the halls when those three walk by. Everyone seems to want to get their hands on one of the Devils. I don’t even think the girls have a preference between the three.
Aaron hands me another beer and I gratefully accept it before noticing Emilio heading my way with a lopsided grin on his face. His arms are wrapped around two girls. One a leggy blonde with a bright red bikini top, the other a brunette with a black bikini and a pair of cut-off shorts. Don’t these two realize it’s cold? It can’t be more than fifty degrees outside. Fall is upon us and winter is fast approaching but these two don’t seem to have gotten the memo.
“Yo, vanilla. How’s it going?” Emilio calls out across the fire. I hate that nickname and I’m almost positive he and Roman use it just to get a rise out of me.
I force a tight smile and lift my beer in greeting. “It’s going,” I say, hoping he’ll turn his attention back to the two girls beside him. They’re running their hands all over him and one is actively trying to suck on his neck but she’s just a few inches too short to reach and he doesn’t seem inclined to accommodate her.
“Tonight, stop by our place.” He turns and points with his beer to the monstrosity of a cabin behind him. “Alright?”
“Why does he want you to go to his cabin later?” Aaron whispers beside me. “I thought you weren’t into any of the Devils?”
“I’m not. And who knows. I don’t get these guys.”
Before I can answer Emilio, Aaron decides to do it for me. “She’s got plans tonight,” he says, throwing an arm around my shoulders. There’s a possessiveness to his touch and I’m not sure how to feel about it. I like Aaron. He’s nice and he’s cute, but I just got out of a relationship. I’m not looking to dive into another one, and Aaron seems the relationship type.
Emilio’s eyes narrow and laser in on the contact.
I cringe.
“Maybe later, then?” he says.
