Sweet Destruction (Excerpt)

Chapter Four - Walker

I watched Sam walk away, that little dress she wore barely covering her ass. It swooshed from side to side, teasing me. Just one more inch higher...

"You fucking asshole! You really got a thing for my sister?" Bent roared beside me, clenching his fists like he wanted to throw a punch.

I sighed and reached into the rear pocket of my jeans for a cigarette but they were gone, the one of many bad habits I had broken. I quit smoking six weeks ago but I still wanted the damn things, now more than ever. I was trying to clean up my act but damn, situations like this made me want to throw caution to the wind and have a smoke.

I watched Sam until she disappeared between two parked cars with that loser Lukas. What she saw in him, I had no idea. In my book he was nothing but a kid. What Sam needed was a man but I sure as hell wasn't going to volunteer.

"I don't have a thing for your sister, Bent, so shut the fuck up," I said, turning and walking angrily back to my car. The brunette, Chrissy something or other, was waiting for me. At least she wouldn't make me want to strangle her, unlike a certain pretty little black-haired girl.

Bentley followed close on my heels, not happy with my answer. To say he was an overprotective brother was putting it mildly. The guy was scared to death some man would come along and touch his precious, innocent little sister. I had news for him – she wasn't all that innocent. Everyone knew it. She had a body primed for fucking and a mouth made for sucking. Why she had to go and put a damn lip ring in one of those luscious lips, I had no idea, but it made my dick hard every time I saw it. Too bad I hated her guts.

"Sam's feeding you a load of crap, Bent, just like always. Why you believe her bullshit, I'll never understand," I said over my shoulder, trying to cool my blood down.

"I don't care if you are my buddy, you fuck with my sister you'll be pushing daises," Bent said with a slur. He was on his way to being fall-on-your-ass drunk. He probably wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow, but I had to set the record straight. Maybe for my benefit more than his.

"I don't want any part of Sam. Believe me. She's not my type," I said, forcing my lip to curl. It wasn't really the truth but Bent didn't need to know that. Any woman was my type but I'd be damned if I put Sam in that category. She wasn't a woman, she was ... Sam.

As I walked up to my car, Chrissy opened her mouth to say something but I brushed her off. I wasn't in the mood for a fast fuck anymore. Suddenly I wanted something more and it pissed me off.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," I muttered, digging in the rear pocket of my jeans for my keys. What Sam did to me made me want to find the nearest liquor store and empty them out. Drink until I passed out and forgot all about her. The thought of her with Lukas made me want to grab him by his scrawny neck and shake the shit out of him.

"Walker. Keys. You've been drinking," Bent said, holding out his hand and swaying on his feet.

I scoffed. "Not as much as you," I said, climbing into the driver's seat. Yeah, I had been drinking, but I was a drunk. I could handle my alcohol. Bentley on the other hand was a lightweight. A few drinks and he couldn't see straight. I might be a dick but I wouldn't let my friend drive drunk. Even if those friends had little sisters I wanted to strangle.

Unlocking the car door, I got into the driver's seat as Bent went around to the passenger side. Chrissy and her friend didn't look happy that we were bailing on them but they could find someone else to spread their legs for. I'm sure there would be plenty of takers.

I stretched out my legs, feeling the springs in the old driver's seat give. They were shot, some poking through the material here and there. My car smelled faintly like motor grease but it had from the first moment I brought it home. I paid a whooping two thousand dollars for the piece of crap a few years ago, using money I earned working construction. It took a shitload of hours for Bent and me to get the old car running, but now it purred like a kitten. If there was one thing I was good at, it was working on any type of machine. Cars especially.