Apparently, Shay was wrong about that.
Chapter Sixteen
Xander
Courteney was avoiding me. I was sure of it.
It was Monday night and she’d gone out with her girlfriends. I’d heard them cackling in the driveway while I was out by the pool, when Johnny O’s little sister picked her up. Always knew it was Shayla because of the chick rap blazing from her car stereo.
It made me feel mildly trigger happy to think of Courteney cruising around with her girlfriends—heroldergirlfriends—sneaking into bars, flirting with dudes and maybe drinking… I almost went out there and got into it with her.
But I didn’t.
She’d just be mega pissed at me and probably go out anyway.
I could practically hear her response if I tried to get between her and her night out with the girls.
What are you gonna do about it? Eat me out again?
I went out after she did, went over to the studio and banged around on the drums for a while like a distracted zombie. Then I came back. I showered, poured myself a gin and juice and went to lay out by the pool and numb out under the stars.
A few people called, but I just let them go to voicemail. Jordan was trying to reach me about something; that charity event of Trey’s she’d signed me up for. It was happening in two weeks.
Lucas was hitting the Back Door to see some band.
Trey asked me to come to some party.
I didn’t answer anyone.
I’d texted Cary, though. Asked if he wanted to hang, take a break from work.
He didn’t answer.
And who knew when Courteney would be back.
If she’d be back.
Maybe she’d vanish to one of her girlfriends’ houses again for a few days.
Sure,Iavoidedherright after what happened. Because I needed to cool the fuck off and get some distance before I lost my shit and fucked her.
Eating her out was one thing. I was showing her what a guyshoulddo for her if he was worthy of her—before she even thought about fucking him.
Call it sex education for the twisted.
But I wasn’t going farther than that.
Not one fucking filthy inch farther. I’d promised myself that when I tossed her down on the bed and went at her.
And if I stayed in that room with her… I wasn’t gonna like what I did next. Even if she did.
I wasn’t exactly made of steel. It wasn’t easy for me to walk away from that whole scene. Her pussy was in my face. She was naked on her bed, spread wide for me… and no matter how I came at her while I feasted on her pussy… she just ate it all up.
She fucking loved it.
I felt that orgasm shuddering through her like a goddamn earthquake as she gushed all over me.
So obviously, I freaked out. I got the fuck out of that room as fast as I could after she’d erupted like a volcano. Twice.
