I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 17

SODA:

I woke up with the realization that I had actually fallen asleep and had no nightmares for the first time in two years. However, the thrill of having slept was short lived as the cause of my rude awakening went off again. I yawned and looked around, searching for my phone which was blaring Sexy and I Know It, Brody's ringtone, programmed in my phone by the devil himself.

I had to smile at just the thought of Brody. Sure he was annoying and loud and overbearing, and yes he took things too far sometimes, and yes he was a player/bad boy, but he was the only person I was related to that I still bothered to call family. Even though he lived on some far out coast with about ten of his best friends so I never got to see him, we were still really close. We had one of those relationships where we could have gone a year without seeing each other, but the moment we lock eyes it's as if we were never apart. It's safe to say that Brody is the only living person that I have ever loved. Well, almost.

My phone went quiet for a minute, then starting blaring again from its spot on the floor by my chair, a sign that Brody planned to call me until I decided to answer him. Just as I went to move, I looked down at the heavy weight around my waist that prevented me from getting up and realized I was still in Keenon's arms.

He looked so peaceful as he slept, so I settled for bending backward over the arm of our plush chair and stretching my arm out to reach my phone, feeling the blanket around my bare legs and waist slip off slightly.

"Yep."

"Are you ever going to learn to actually say hello to people when they call you?"

"Nope."

Brody chuckled at me and sighed a little. "I raised you better than this."

I decided to stay upside down for a minute, liking how oddly good it felt to my neck and back, which were sore from all the yanking around by my hair Brody had done.

"You didn't raise me," I pointed out. "Now why are you calling me?"

I heard a slurping sound as if he were drinking something before he answered me with a slight slur. "I wanted to call and make sure you two sleepy buddies weren't doing the nasty while I was away."

I felt Keenon's chest vibrate beneath me in a soft laugh, notifying me that he was awake and listening to our conversation.

"Yeah, we just finished anal, thought I'd suck his dick next," I said casually, grinning when I felt Keenon stiffen slightly.

"Well that's disgusting," Brody drawled, his slur getting stronger by the minute. I could hear blasting music and loud voices in the background on his end of the phone.

"Hey bro, where are you?" I asked, sucking in a breath so suddenly it sounded like a hiccup. Keenon was trailing his fingers between my bra clad breasts and down to the dip in my stomach, making me shiver. I lectured myself for getting chills, knowing that seeing them on my skin would only encourage him.

"Uh, some epic party at this girl's flat. I got really bored just watching TV while you and my new best friend slept together, so I went out and found a bar, then this girl asked me to screw her, so I did, and I ended up here somehow," he rambled, drawing out words every now and then in a hoarse voice.

"That's nice, dear. Listen here honey, make sure you get yourself home some time tonight, assuming your home is here for the mean time, okay?" I said in the motherly tone we used on each other since we didn't have a mother to use that tone herself.

"Only if I get to stay in Brody's room," Brody bargained in his childish way.

"What? Why? You can have the couch," I insisted, having a feeling a knew where this was going.