Own (Need #3)

by K. I. Lynn

  I wish I could tell her to just leave it. Having her mark on me in public wouldn’t bother me one bit.

  Fuck this hiding shit. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.

  We all get into Ryan’s car, which is now Kira’s. Ryan drives, Kira and I in the back, and he pulls out of the driveway to head to Dana’s.

  I reach for Kira’s hand. She lets me grab it although her attention is on her phone. Must be texting with her friends.

  After so much time of having her pull away from me every time I tried to get close, the fact that she doesn’t think twice of holding my hand goes a long way.

  Ryan parks in front of Dana’s house. She comes running outside in a tight red dress and dark heels.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” Ryan asks her in a rough tone when she gets in the car.

  “Oh. Ew. Keep the porn voice to yourself. Thanks.”

  I laugh at Kira’s snark.

  Dana leans toward her man and drags his face to her for a kiss. His hand wraps around the back of her head, holding her still for his tongue.

  “Keep that shit up, and I’ll climb on Brayden’s lap right here.”

  I tug on her hand. “Please do.”

  Dana ends her kiss with Ryan, laughing while he glares back at Kira. “Hey guys,” she tells us in that sweet way of hers.

  She’s sweet when she wants to be. I’ve seen her dark side, though. I admit, both are equally alluring, just like Kira’s are, and I can understand why my boy is so hooked on her.

  “Hey,” Kira responds just as sweetly, clearly forgetting whatever trauma her brother just dealt her.

  I laugh again and nod at Dana.

  She turns around and turns the radio on. “Girl, try this.” She reaches back, handing a flask to Kira.

  “Stop corrupting my underage sister.”

  “Baby shut the fuck up. Hypocrisy is not allowed in this relationship.”

  “I love her,” is all Kira says, letting go of my hand to unscrew the cap.

  I don’t like her drinking, either, but it’s not as bad as what Ryan and I were doing at that age so I can’t really bitch.

  Well, I can, but I already know from experience how well that would turn out.

  She takes a few sips and hands the flask back to Dana.

  Nick’s house is only ten minutes by car. About three minutes away, Ryan turns to stare at mine and Kira’s intertwined hands. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you two need to keep your distance from each other at the party.”

  “I’m taking it the wrong way,” I grumble.

  Kira lets go of my hand which only blackens my mood even more. “We just won’t touch, duh.”

  I hate how matter-of-factly she says that.

  “It’s not enough. You guys have this pure fire between you. Even when you don’t look at each other the chemistry is obvious,” Dana says.

  Kira’s cheeks turn pink but she says nothing to that. Why? Is she embarrassed at our blatant attraction to each other?

  Even more of a reason for me to want the right to blatantly claim her.

  And I fucking can’t.

  “I’m not keeping my fucking distance. I’ll behave, but no more than that.”

  “Your ex-skank whore is going to be there.” Kira’s mumbled statement makes me look in her direction. Her head is turned toward the window, away from me. “They might have a point about us being extra cautious.”

  She hates the idea as much as I do. I can tell. “Dude,” I tell Ryan, my need to destroy Jennifer and separate my father from Sonia choking me. “We’re not staying more than two hours.”

  “No problem.”

  His easy agreement does nothing to better my mood.

  We arrive at Nick’s house and the driveway is already packed, so we end up having to drive around the block to find parking.

  Walking back to the house becomes an exercise in frustration. Dana loops her arm around Kira’s and takes the lead, with Ryan and I trailing behind.

  “It’s not the end of the world. Try not to look so pissed off.”

  I glare at Ryan. “How would you feel if you had to keep your distance from her for appearances sake, while other guys flirted with her everywhere you went?” I motion with my head toward Dana.

  He nods with a contemplative expression on his face. “I know. I’m not saying I don’t understand how fucked up this is. But unfortunately it’s how it has to be.”

  “Not for long.” The comment is mumbled under my breath but he catches it anyway.

  “What does that mean?”

  I don’t answer.

  “I hope you’re not thinking of doing something stupid.”

  Stupid? Yes. Necessary? Also yes.

  I refuse to confirm or deny his suspicions.

  Which Ryan takes as all the confirmation he needs.

  We’re already walking up the driveway so there isn’t much he can say, aside from, “We’re discussing this later.”

  We’re absolutely not discussing anything. I’m not dragging anyone into my plans. This one’s all on me.

  The house is thumping with music and absolutely packed as we walk inside. Almost all male heads turn to watch my girl walk into the house.

  I’m pretty sure just as many females have already honed in on me. It used to be me and Ryan, but it’s been obvious he’s been off the market for months now.

  Whatever. I pay them no mind. I’m too busy trying to avoid staring down any of the assholes slobbering after my girl.

  Dana and Kira head over to one of the tables lined up with drinks on the other side of the room.

  Ryan leads me in the opposite direction.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Keeping you company, of course.”

  “Bro, you don’t have to spend time away from your girl just to babysit me.”

  A drink is shoved in my hand and he simply shakes his head at me. “Do me a favor. Don’t fight it. It’s happening. Just go with it.”

  I can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous ass. “That’s just wrong. I feel like I’m going to get violated tonight and you’re not giving me a choice in the matter.”

  He just rolls his eyes at me.

  Craig comes up to us and slaps hands with us. “What up?” He nods at Ryan but doesn’t wait for his response. He locks stares with me and I know what’s coming before he even speaks. “Austin used to be your boy.”

  I stare straight ahead, jaw pulsing. Off in the corner, a group of people yell out and clap their hands. Some guy already has a girl up against the wall and is licking salt off her tits, preparing to take a shot.

  “Yeah. He used to be.”

  “I get that he slept with your little sis when she was underage but come on man. He already paid for that. Both of you beat the shit out of him back then. Is it necessary to keep the war going?”

  His intentions are good. I remind myself of that in a litany, hoping it’ll calm this irritation down.

  Damn, I really do have an anger problem. Especially as of late. Every little thing threatens to set me off.

  “You don’t know all of it,” Ryan tells Craig calmly.

  I don’t look at them. Raising my drink to my lips, I pound back half of it in one shot. Yeah, I know drinking’s bad for my temper but it’s all I’ve got right now. “The fucker doesn’t know when to take a hint.”

  “Yeah, I spoke to him about that part, but Kira’s old enough to defend herself. She’s a tough one. Besides, he’d never hurt her.”

  Like I have.

  That reminder fucking kills me.

  “Just let it go, dude. Brayden already understands that what happened can’t happen again. Now let’s just hope that Austin does.”

  Out of nowhere, a slim, tall blond sashays up to me, the tiny scrap of fabric she’s wearing barely covering her tits.

  I know her from somewhere. Can’t remember her name. Can barely recall how I know her.

  She stops in front of me and leans into me.

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nbsp; I jump back away from her but there isn’t too much room. My back hits the table behind me. She doesn’t even seem to notice how unbelievably averse I am to having her near me.

  Shit.

  She’s one of them. One of my ex-sluts, as Kira likes to call them.

  “Brayden Hunt,” she murmurs in a voice I know is meant to be sexy, but in reality she sounds like a straight-up lush.

  “Do me a favor. Step it back a few.”

  “Whoa,” Craig mumbles.

  To him, my reaction is a surprise. The old me would’ve already had her in a private area with that tiny little dress around her waist.

  She giggles like I’m fucking joking or something. Delusional. “It’s my birthday today. You know that?”

  “I don’t care to know.”

  She’s either so drunk she doesn’t hear me, or so desperate that she doesn’t care.

  “Well, I’m sure you know what I want for my birthday.”

  All right. That’s it. I open my mouth to tell this chick to back the fuck off once and for all.

  “I want the same thing you gave me two years ago for my birthday. This perfect cock.” She steps right up to me and cups my dick over my jeans, squeezing tight.

  I barely restrain from sending her flying across the room. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I fling her away from me and force her to finally step away.

  “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

  Her wide eyes actually flash with hurt.

  Seriously?

  I’m so fucking livid I can’t even see straight. Looking at Kira isn’t an option. I won’t be able to handle the look on her face if I do.

  “Since when do you turn down pussy?”

  This bitch is loud enough to call everyone’s attention.

  She doesn’t know it, but she’s hurting my girl with her vile fucking existence. I’m beyond the point of caring about how she’s going to take what I’m about to say. “I grew the fuck up, okay? Easy, used pussy isn’t my thing anymore.”

  A hush falls over the entire living room.

  Her lips open and close like a fish. Clearly, she doesn’t know how to respond.

  A red head comes up to her and grabs her arms gently. “Come on, Renee. Let’s just go get some air.”

  Good. Her friend is aware that Renee is out of control and needs to be removed from this situation before she makes it worse for herself.

  Renee allows herself to be led out of the living room. I don’t know where she and her friend are heading. Honestly don’t fucking care.

  I still barely remember tapping that.

  An almost faceless, meaningless fuck from the past. That’s why my girl is suffering.

  “I barely recognize who you are now, dude.” Craig shakes his head and takes his leave.

  Good. He was pissing me off too.

  Funny how I suddenly hate almost everyone at this party.

  When I dare look at Kira, I see that she’s facing away from me. Can’t see her face or what’s going on in those pretty eyes.

  Dana’s sneaking worried glances at her as they speak.

  God damn it. I knew coming here would be a mistake.

  “Look away. The way you stare at her makes it obvious.”

  “Makes what obvious?” I ask Ryan.

  “Everything.”

  He doesn’t need to expound on that. I’m very aware of what he means.

  Just as I’m about to rip my stare away, a tall kid comes up to Kira. He’s fucking gigantic, at least five inches taller than me, if not six.

  He bends at the waist to get low enough to hug Kira. The smile on his face is too huge.

  He’s into her. Really fucking into her. His eyes say it all.

  That’s probably what I look like every time I smile at her. Like a besotted fool.

  “Turn around. Walk away. Now.”

  I have no idea how I manage to listen to Ryan, but thankfully I do. It feels like one moment I’m in that living room, seconds away from storming over to Kira and yanking that boy off her.

  I blink, and the next moment I’m out in one of the halls, near a staircase.

  Yeah. Upstairs. It’s the last place I want to go, especially with that kid near Kira, but I need to put distance between me and them.

  The amount of questioning glances thrown my way while I’m heading up the stairs makes me pause on the landing.

  Shit, I know I probably look like an angry devil but I usually do. Why the hell are they looking at me like that?

  A prickling suspicion arises in my mind.

  If that bitch is spreading more rumors around . . .

  Son of a bitch.

  Another thing to worry about.

  I go in search of a bathroom, because I have nowhere better to go until I cool down. Two bathrooms later, and I still haven’t found an empty one to chill in for a few.

  With no actual destination in mind, I roam the halls, heading deeper into the house. I make a right and see the end of the hallway.

  No point going that way.

  I’m about to turn and head back in the direction I came, when the slightly ajar door at the end catches my attention.

  What sounds like a feminine moan reaches me.

  Whatever. Someone’s getting laid.

  I turn to leave.

  Another feminine moan, different in tone to the first, makes me pause.

  Did I just hear what I think I heard?

  Out of curiosity, I walk toward the door, stepping quietly and straining to hear.

  Two women are moaning. No sign of a male with them. Maybe he’s watching? Or maybe it’s two girls getting it on.

  But that’s not what has me sneaking closer to the door. I think one of them moaned a certain name.

  A few feet away from the door, I hear it again.

  “Oh my God, baby, yes. Lick my nipple. Your tongue feels so good, Jenn.”

  My heart explodes into a racing, excited beat.

  Holy fuck. Bingo. Yes.

  I always suspected. Always. But she’s been good all these years. Kept it under tight wraps, to the point that none of us really knew no matter how much we dug for information.

  One thing is for the whole world to know she’s slutting it around. That’s bad, but excusable.

  But everyone knows her dad’s stance on any kind of homosexuality. Man on man. Girl on girl. It doesn’t matter, he’s utterly against it.

  And daddy holds Jennifer’s entire life in his hands.

  I stop before the door. On the other side, the moans are escalating and I hear the wet sound of kissing.

  Slowly, moving like a snail, I bring my phone out and open the camera. Just as slowly, I push the door open with my index finger, holding my breath. Praying. Waiting for a sound.

  The door opens enough for me to see.

  As soon as I do, I aim my camera at the scene before me and hit record.

  Jennifer’s on top of another blond girl. Their skirts are around their waists, panties gone. Shirts are pulled down, tits bared.

  They’re making out, messy, tongues glistening. Bodies writhing. Pussies grinding on a wet slide. Hard nipples brush against hard nipples.

  It isn’t until Jennifer stops kissing the girl and lowers her head to suck on her nipple that I recognize who she’s rubbing pussies with.

  Jesus. That’s Megan. Nick’s girl.

  Nick is one of the only people I know that has been big on monogamy his whole life. He was raised to believe in that.

  There’s no way he okay’d this. No way he’ll forgive Megan.

  This is going to destroy my boy.

  Yet, I can’t disregard it. This is the thing I’ve been searching to get for weeks. I need to use this against Jennifer. It’s the perfect revenge.

  Plus, Nick deserves to know he’s being cheated on even if it’s with a girl. I wish I could tell him straight up, but once this gets out, I can’t have this traced back to me in any way.

  The goal isn’t to make Jenn an even bigger enem
y. It’s to fuck up her life so bad she won’t have the energy or time to focus on me and Kira.

  Jennifer rises up and adjust her legs, so one is over Megan’s and their pussies press together even more. She reaches down to play with Megan’s rock hard nipples.

  Megan reaches up to play with Jennifer’s, their hips circling faster and faster. Right as their moans escalate, and it’s obvious both are about to come, Megan pulls Jennifer down and starts making out with her again.

  God damn. These girls are passionately fucking the shit out of each other.

  Back in the day, this would’ve had me drooling. Stepping into the room and offering them both cock.

  Now, I’m drooling for an entire different reason. It’s fucked up, but Jenn has this coming to her.

  And I’m going to make sure this video ends up in the right hands.

  Both girls cry out loudly as they come.

  That’s all I need. Before they come down off their high and notice me here, I end the recording and head back the way I came.

  I can’t fucking believe my luck. If I had never come up here, I would have never stumbled upon that little scene.

  Shit, man. I guess it’s true what they say. Sometimes things happen for a reason.

  On that note, it’s time I return downstairs and check on my girl.

  As I jog down the steps, I make sure the video gets uploaded to my cloud drive. Don’t want to risk losing it.

  I bump into Ryan and Dana at the foot of the stairs. Where’s Kira? I lower my voice and ask them just that.

  “She said she was going to step outside for a bit. Someone was talking about how you once fucked them, and were betting they could succeed where Renee failed. She was really pissed.”

  Fucking shit. What the fuck is wrong with all these girls? I gave them dick once, a select few twice, and they think they now own a part of me or something?

  Ryan shakes his head, jaw tense.

  I pull out my phone to call Kira. “How the hell do you deal with the vindictiveness of these chicks?” I ask Dana, because I know she goes through the same thing when it comes to Ryan.

  “I don’t deal with it very well. But…” Dana lowers her voice so no one can hear her either “… at least I can claim my man publicly.”

  The need to separate my father from Sonia chokes me. I dial Kira’s number and walk away from everyone.