Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"A house without love ain't a home." — Merle Haggard ————————————————————
Chapter 4 <—————————————>
Luke
"Can't you stay the night this time?" blonde #5 purred, her acrylics lightly grazing the skin along my back. "Promise I'll make it worth your time."
I shoved one leg through my pants sleeve, casting a glance at her over my shoulder. At her perky tits and long, slender legs I had just had over my shoulders, my cock twitched, again. I couldn't use that head, right now, though.
"Nah," I mumbled, removing my eyes from her. "You know I don't stay the night." I didn't need to say anything else; it was a casual fuck, and nothing more. We both knew what we were here for, at least I did.
Before I could rise from the bed, she leaned forward until her tits were pressing into my back. Her hand curled around my neck until she reached my jaw.. "Sure you can't make an exception?"
I rolled my eyes, side-glancing her. I couldn't even remember the chick's name, the only distinct part was her hair, and the size of her tits. They were real, I had found out tonight.
My best friends, Kade, Levi, and I used to play a little game. We would place bets about whether or not a girls' tits or ass were fake or not before fucking. Whoever won got a thousand dollars from each of us, and whoever lost was forced into an ice bath for ten minutes.
That was before the two turned into pussy-whipped bitches, though.
Kimberly and Raven were definitely attractive, but not on the level on what either man had before. We had all been with countless women, with a never ending list of pleasure and whatever the fuck else we wanted.
But, they threw it all away for their girls. So, I was alone when it came to women, now. Not that it made any harder to attract them. It was just far more fun when I had someone else to do it with.
I couldn't even joke about another woman, before the two got on my ass, now. Instead of our usual shit, I was now succumb to Kades' nonstop discourse about how good of a cook his girl was, or Levis' constant bragging about Ravens' fucking decor. Decor and pasta is what the hell I had to hear every time I pick up a call from those two assholes, now.
Those two fuckers though, as much trouble as they were, were my brothers. It had taken me awhile to accept their decisions, but both deserved their best lives, and if they saw it in those girls they were with, then so be it. I just didn't plan on joining the group anytime soon. They could be on their pussy-whipped shit, alone.
That was how I'd ended up here. In blonde #5's bed: tired, and in need of another cigarette. I was sure her fiancé was on the way home, and if I didn't need to get home so soon, I would gladly stay to witness the train wreck.
