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She twists her lips in a pout and then lets out the fakest giggle I’ve ever heard. Jesus Christ, my ears are going to bleed if I have to hear her laugh one more time. “They’ve told me you’re an asshole, but I wanted to see for myself.”
Yeah, it’s the same story. Girls flock to me, wanting to get a piece of Colton Bennett, so they can go back and gossip with their friends. Sometimes, I like to indulge them. But only because I don’t want anyone shitting on my reputation.
Emily unbuttons and unzips my jeans, before taking my dick out of its confinement. I lean back and clamp my joint between my teeth, sucking on it and watching the amber flickering right under my nose. I find the color of amber fascinating and somehow my mind chooses to focus on that, instead of the girl on her knees for me.
She lets out a moan, which sounds straight out of a porn video. But to be honest, I’ve seen better acted porn. Emily is sloppy and inexperienced, and her dick sucking abilities are subpar. Well fuck, tonight’s been unfortunate.
Somehow I find my release and she fights back a gag. I puff on my joint and stare up at the night sky, as she gets to her feed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I stay quiet, thinking she’ll eventually figure out I’m no longer interested, and she’ll leave.
But Emily here doesn't catch a clue.
She pushes her tits against my chest and I wrinkle my nose at the strong perfume. When I don’t make a move to touch her, she frowns. Emily reaches under her mini dress, and then I feel her wiggling, trying to take off her panties.
“Alright,” I drawl, trying to keep my tone light. But my mouth is dry and my lungs seem to cave inside the walls of my rib cage. “Thanks, see you around.”
She pauses, her eyes widening. “Excuse me? I thought we were going to—"
Well, you thought wrong.
I don’t do sex, but then again, no one knows this truth. Not even Maddox.
I hate being touched, though I try to act like it doesn’t bother me. My reputation is in jeopardy, and I can’t have my teammates knowing the truth behind why…I hate being touched.
There’s an image to uphold and girls to appease.
The only time I can allow some random chick near me… to actually touch me, is when I’m either shit-drunk or high enough not to feel them. Like right now.
I think…in some way, Sienna has broken something inside me. It’s not that she controls my pleasure — it’s more like she has the power to control my mind.
And that pisses me off.
I hate her…and I hate what she has turned me into.
I cup Emily’s chin. “You’ll go back out there and tell your friends just how much fun you had. And I’ll tell my buddies just how good your dick sucking abilities are, yeah?”
Her blush deepens and she nods readily. Yup, easy peasy. Just praise them a little and they are putty in your hands. Emily sashays away and I exhale a shuddering breath.
Running my fingers through my hair, I look up at the dark sky. Fuck.
***
I stumble along the hallway, trying to make it to my bedroom before passing out. But a noise from my brother’s room has me pausing. I hear a crash and then a frustrated snarl. Taking a tentative step toward his bedroom, I listen closely. There’s another crash and I lurch forward in panic. His door is half-closed and I push it open.
My breathing stalls when I see the disastrous state of his room and find him pacing back and forth. He’s turned the place upside down. Confused, I watch as he rummages through his drawers, before banging them closed and then going back to them again.
“Cole?” I question, taking a step toward him.
At the sound of my voice, he jerks back and swivels around to face me. His eyes are blood-shot and the expression on his face is painful. “Cole, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“You took them away,” he accuses sharply, his eyes narrowing on me. “My fucking pills, you took them away!”
My brows furrow. “We agreed to this, didn’t we? I hide your pills and you can ask me if you really need them. You can’t just keep taking those painkillers carelessly.”
“It hurts,” he roars. “You don’t understand!”
He’s talking about his leg. “It’s not supposed to hurt anymore, Cole.” I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. Damn it, I’m tired. “The doctors—"
“They don’t know shit.” His whole body quakes. “I can still feel the pain, Colton. I can’t fucking walk! And I can’t sleep without the painkillers.”
