Victoria sipped her vodka and kept her eyes fixed on me. What the fuck did she want? Then it hit me. She wanted to play. Vicky enjoyed playing games.
She smirked and nodded her head to the side in the direction of the hall. Victoria walked out of the kitchen. Shit, could I allow her to do this to me again? Let me back up.
I’ve been in love with Victoria since I could remember.
Hayden was my best friend. A few of our friends called him by his nickname Eric. Not me. Out of all of our friends we were the closest. We attended middle school and high school together. Running up the wide spiral staircase behind Hayden, boisterous laughter caught my attention halting me in my tracks at the first door on the right. I peeked into the overly pink bedroom. Lying across the bed on her stomach, waving her feet in the air she rested on her elbows, clutching the phone. Her gorgeous smile was bright as the fucking sun. I stared. My throat felt like cotton.
She twisted her fingers in her long, brown locks. Her eyes fell on me and her smile dropped.
“What the fuck are you looking at, sheep boy.”
“Zander.”
I glanced to my left. “Come on.” Hayden tugged my arm. We strolled down the hall. Her door slammed behind us.
“Sorry you ran into my evil sister. I’d steer clear if I were you. She enjoys playing cruel pranks.”
“Got it. I am about to crush you in Dungeons and Dragons.”
That was my first interaction with her.
Hayden and I sat at the kitchen table with his parents eating breakfast.
“Zander, are you with us for the weekend?” Hayden’s mother asked.
I glanced at Hayden. He grinned and nodded.
“Yes, Mrs. Gaster.”
She smiled. “Ok, after breakfast, I’ll drop you two off at football practice…”
“Ugh!”
Our eyes darted to Victoria.
Her arms crossed her chest. “What is sheep boy still doing here?” Victoria snarled.
“Victoria, sit down,” her father barked.
She plopped down in the wooden chair.
“Why do you keep calling me sheep boy?”
“You have a ton of hair and thick eyebrows. I bet in a few years, you’ll become wolf boy,” she snorted, dropping her head in laughter.
Mrs. Gaster gripped Victoria’s arm. “Apologize.”
She sighed. “Sorry.” She mouthed, “Not.” Her lips curled, devilishly.
Hayden was right, she was evil.
2
Zander
Over the years, I was at their home so much they probably should have charged my parents for room and board.
Didn’t matter how often Victoria treated me like shit. I still felt the need to be near her. I loved watching her tan poolside. I’d pretend to swim but really my eyes rolled over her porcelain skin. I drank her in like a cold soda. At sixteen, she filled out in all the right places. Let’s just say, she was the star of my wet dreams for years.
My thoughts drifted back to the party. “Amanda, I need to make sure no one is drowning in the pool. See you later. I walked away not waiting for her to respond. Sipping the vodka, I scoured the lavish halls, pushing through the sea of partiers, searching for Victoria.
The warm, night air stuck to the back of my neck like glue the moment I stepped onto the stone-paved patio. Atlanta summers were brutal. I wasn’t looking forward to the winters in New Jersey. I peered across the grounds into the glass pool house.
Girls splashing in the Olympic sized pool, playing beach ball, broke my focus. Holding red cups high, they danced around the edge of the pool.
“Hey!” I pointed.
The tech geek sitting on the lounge chair looked around, then slammed his finger into his chest. His dark brows rose.
“Yeah, you come here.”
“What’s up Z?” He smiled brightly.
I frowned. “You’re not my friend.”
My eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to call me Z. It’s Zander to you.”
“Now, I’m not sure how you got into my party, but if you want to stay, you have to watch these drunk fucks. Enlist your buddy over there to help. If you don’t want the job, I’ll make sure you don’t get invited to my going away party.”
“Zander, Lizard and I can handle it.”
“Cool.”
I continued across the lush yard, entering the side door of the pool house. The lights from the pool cascaded through the living room. There she was. Vicky’s back was to the pool. Legs crossed in her hot pink halter dress, she sat on the white leather sofa.
“Vicky, why are you here?”
Her red lips curled. “I live here, remember.”
“Cut the shit. What game are you playing?”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “Waiting for you, Zander.”
“Oh, like you were when I was fourteen. You yanked my swim trunks down around my ankles, snapped pics, and sent them to your friends. If you wanted to see the size of my dick all you had to do was ask.” My eyebrow arched.
She licked her lips. “I have a proposition for you.”
“What is it,” I sighed.
Women like Victoria only chewed up and spit out nice guys.
“This summer I’ll allow you to fuck me before you go off to college. Get me out of your system. Don’t ever think about me again.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Vicky.” I walked toward the door.
“I’m serious, Zander.”
I turned. “What changed?”
She stood fingers circling her opposite arm. “Maybe I’m a little curious.”
Something else was going on. She ran through boyfriends like new clothes. They were never strong enough to handle her. I’ve known her the longest. I knew her likes and dislikes. Of course, I wanted to fuck her, but forget her wasn’t something I could agree to.
“When is this supposed to happen?”
“Tonight.”
“No, your brother is here. If he catches us. I’ll lose my best friend.”
“He knows you like me, Zander.” She closed the space between us.
“Yeah, I know. He also told me he’d kill me if I ever touched you.”
Her eyebrows wrinkled. “He didn’t mean it.”
“I know my best friend like I know his sister. Who crushed your heart, Vicky?”
She turned away and sat on the sofa. “No one.”
I sat beside her. “You’re lying. Who was it? I’ll bash his fucking face in.” I rested my elbows on my knees and stared at us through the mirror across the room.
Her facial features softened. She flipped her brown locks over her shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Our blue eyes met. “Listen, when you’re ready to open up, you know how to contact me.”
She grabbed my large bicep. “Can you stay here, please?”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
If this was a prank, I’d be pissed. But I couldn’t abandon her. She sank into my arms, pressing her lips against mine. My fingers dug into her brown hair as I deepened our kiss. Shit, she could probably feel my heart pounding through my chest.
Her fingers swept up my T-shirt over my abs. I caught her hand, releasing her soft lips.
“We should stop. Don’t use me to get back at the douche bag.”
“Zander,” she purred, crawling into my lap. Her lips crushed mine again. Her fingers slid into my boxers. Vicky’s eyes widened.
“You’re bigger.”
“I would hope I’ve grown in almost four years’ time.”
Her nose nuzzled my neck. “You were big then and even bigger now. I’ve never been with a guy with a huge cock.”
My eyebrows wrinkled.
“Don’t get all high and mighty now. You’ve always wanted to fuck me and I want to ride your cock.” Her tongue slid across my neck and my dick grew hard as a fucking rock.
“Yeah.” She stroked.
“Let’s play,” she murmured.
I picked her up and placed her on the
sofa. “Not here. Next weekend I’ll be at Lake Lanier. If you aren’t back with the douche, meet me on my parent’s yacht at Ten in the morning.”
“Zander...”
My blue eyes narrowed. “Take it or leave it, Vicky.” I stood, shaking my leg, trying to get rid of my huge boner.
She pouted. I’ve never seen that before. Her usual big, mean blue eyes turned soft.
I ignored her plea and stormed out of the pool house.
My chest rose and fell like I ran fucking three laps around the school track. Amanda was getting this dick tonight. I needed to fuck Vicky out of my head.
I knew Vicky would never meet me.
3
Victoria
Girls clung to him like plastic wrap. I hated everyone of them for it. Zander had a crush on me since he was ten. I caught him staring at me so many times. I lost count. I’d purposely ask him to grab my text book off the coffee table in the living room or a soda from the kitchen.
Shit, it was the least he could do. He was at our house all the time. I overheard my parents talking one night. My mother told dad; Zander’s father, Thatcher, was always away on business. She said he may have been cheating on Zander's mother, Laura. His mother drowned herself in the liquor bottle, because of her husband’s possible indiscretions, instead of being a good mother to her sons. His brother was a few years older than him and he often spent the night at his friend’s houses too.
My parent’s felt sorry for Zander. They practically raised him like he was their own child. Nice gesture. Probably why he was a halfway decent individual.
For the first three years, he waited on me hand and foot. The moment he attended high school; football became his life. The glint in his eyes he once had for me was gone. So, what did I do? Embarrassed him.
My parents were at the country club having lunch. Hayden was playing his video game.
“Zander, come here,” I called from my lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool.
He scowled. “What do you want?” His deep voice came off harsh.
Shit, when did his voice change?
I waved him over from behind my sunglasses. He stalked toward me.
Sitting my cell at my side, camera open, I straightened my back.
He placed his hands on his hips. “What?”
“You’ve been a grouch lately. What the fuck is up?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not your flunky anymore, Victoria.”
I cocked my head to the side and grinned. “Oh, no?”
His eyes closed, and he exhaled.
Gripping the sides of his swim trunks, I yanked them down and snapped a pic.
“Vicky, what the fuck?” He pulled his swim trunks up over his baby elephant arm of a cock. I’d only ever seen dicks the size of a banana not a fucking large cucumber.
I laughed hysterically, but inside I gasped.
“Give me the phone, Vicky.”
He reached for it. I dropped it in my bikini bottoms.
Zander’s jaw twitched. “Fuck you, Victoria.”
I’d never heard him say my full name before. It stung a bit. He scooped up a towel and stormed into the house. That was when I realized I liked him.
Strutting down the hall at school the next day, in my red three-inch stiletto’s, every guy gawked at what they couldn’t have.
Me.
Peeling my sunglasses down my nose, I winked at Zander. He paused at his locker, showing zero emotion. Yup still upset.
Didn’t matter how mad he was at me, he still slept at our home often. He had his own room for Pete’s sake. I laid on the reclining sofa in the theater auditorium. I chucked popcorn into my mouth gazing at the large screen. An explosion roared over the surround sound speakers.
“My favorite movie.” He plopped on the sofa next to me sticking his fingers in my bowl of buttery popcorn. He crossed his legs at his ankles.
“Ugh, wolf boy, what are you doing in here? This room is off limits while I’m occupying this space.” I growled. “And keep your grimy fingers out of my bowl.”
My heart thudded my chest and butterflies swirled in my stomach.
“Relax, Vick, we’re just enjoying an action movie together.”
I slammed my fist into his shoulder. “Don’t call me Vick. I am not a man.”
“Sometimes you act as cold as a man.”
“I don’t.” I huffed. “Taking shit from anyone isn’t in my DNA.”
“Yeah, don’t I know it,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Watch the movie, Vicky.”
Our love-hate relationship continued over the years. Linda parked at the end of the circle drive of our mansion. “What the fuck is going on here?” I scanned the driveway filled with cars.
“I’ve only been away for three days.”
Faint music bellowed from the backyard. I sighed. “It’s probably Hayden throwing another party.”
Linda gripped the steering wheel. “Do you want to crash at my house?”
“No, after that flight back from Chicago, I just want to lie in my bed.”
I kissed her rosy cheek.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
“Thanks. Talk to you tomorrow.” I retrieved my luggage from the trunk.
Rolling my suitcase toward the house, the street lamps popped on. Listening to these assholes act like nuts all night, shit not sure I could take it. Maybe I should check into the Ritz up the street. Shit, I promised my parents I’d keep an eye on those assholes. My eyes darted over to the four-car garage. Two large trucks blocked me in. Fuck. The music grew louder as I walked deeper into the house. Chatter and laughter erupted from the backyard.
“Yeah, all the way down, baby.” His dark mane fell back against the top of the plush gray sofa.
My eyes widened. “Hayden!”
“Shit!” He hopped up and yanked up his swim trunks so fast, he almost stepped on the girl who catered to his hormonal needs.
“Vicky, what are you doing here? I thought you were returning tomorrow.”
“Wrong, Hayden. I was returning today. Mom and dad, remembered. That is why they went away for the weekend, because they knew I’d be here.”
I grimaced at the bitch on her knees. “Twit, disappear. I’m trying to talk to my brother.”
She scurried out of the room.
“Jeez, Vick, don’t be a bitch.”
I pointed my finger toward him. “Do not stoop to wolf boy’s level, calling me fucking Vick,” I growled.
My brother’s blue eyes brightened. “I’ll take your suitcase upstairs, Vicky. There’s cake in the kitchen.”
He jogged around the sofa, swiping my luggage handle out of my hand and darted up the stairs.
“Cake. Why do we have cake?” I said aloud, strolling into the kitchen. The lights along the outlining of the pool shimmered through the house. Grabbing a saucer from the cabinet, I stepped to the counter. My smile dropped.
The large blue and white cake was actually cute. Four footballs were placed on the corners of the cake. A football player in a blue and white uniform rested next to the words ‘Happy Birthday Zander.’
I completely forgot it was his birthday. Not that it mattered. Why should I have remembered? Or cared?
A big strong body meshed against my back. Large hands palmed the countertop on either side of me. His distinctive woodsy scent swept up my nose.
“Vicky, what are you waiting for?” His deep voice penetrated my eardrum.
My heart fluttered. Shit, why? It shouldn’t.
I wanted to look up at him, but I couldn’t. At sixteen he towered over my five nine frame. He sniffed my hair. Fuck, I needed to get away from him. But my feet were cemented to the floor.
“Where are the candles? Aren’t your friends going to sing happy birthday?”
He nuzzled my hair. “I don’t know. Hadn’t given it much thought. I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered.
My core heated
to what felt like one hundred degrees. Shit, I’d explode if I didn’t get away from him.
“I’ve traveled all day. I need a shower. Happy birthday, Zander,” I stated, breaking free, darting up the second set of stairs in the kitchen.
Running into my bedroom, I slammed the door. I slid down the door and my ass hit the floor. The way I feel with him is-is-isn’t normal. It’s not right. Every guy I date, I kiss, I fuck, I see Zander. A guy I could never have. Peeling off my clothes on the path to the shower, my stomach twisted in a ball of knots. I wanted his lips to own my body. I’m fucking sick. He’s three years younger than me. Vicky, you can’t have Zander. Not to mention, he’s your younger brother’s best friend.
After my shower I climbed into an oversized T-shirt and shorts and hurried downstairs. En route to the theater room, I peeked out the patio door making sure everyone was ok. Hayden and Zander slid down the tunnel and slammed into the pool. The girls cheered. There had to be about twenty of their friends lounging on chairs, drinking, and playing pool volley ball. I grabbed a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, strolled into the theater, and locked the door.
Dimming the lights, I relaxed on the sofa and pressed the power button on the remote. Increasing the volume, I sipped from the head of the bottle.
Knock, Knock.
Who the fuck is at the door? It better not be any of those horny little teenagers looking for a place to bone. I paused the movie.
“Who is it?”
No one responded.
I strolled to the door, swinging it open. “What is it…”
My eyes narrowed.
“Shouldn’t you be with your friends?”
He stood in the door frame. Water dripped from his black hair onto his broad shoulders. His long lashes swooshed over his piercing blue eyes. His pink lips ticked up a bit at the corner. Fuck, he was gorgeous. He pushed past me and closed the door.
“Zander, go hang out with your friends.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist. His eyelids hooded. “I wanted to see you,” he whispered against my lips.
His lips tasted like coconut spiced rum. So damn delicious. My fingers sank into his hair. He pulled me flush against him.
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