“Zachary! It’s a weeknight,” Dad barks, but I don’t stay to listen. I’m eighteen. Besides, it’s not like I get a say. They’ve already offered this Arkin guy a place to stay.
But inmydamn bedroom? I don’t even know him.
They said he’s struggling. What the hell does that mean? I swear I’ll knock him out if he lays a hand on my sister. She may be seventeen, but she’s innocent in ways few girls her age are. Fuck if I’ll let some creep come anywhere near her.
Our parents didn’t think this through. Why do they want to let a stranger into our home? Someone we don’t know?
I sink deeperinto the jacuzzi and let out a satisfied groan. The party at my teammate’s house is in full swing. Music blasts from the large speakers in the living room, and the heavy beat drifts to where we are on the patio in the back garden. Drunk girls dancein their skimpy bikinis, and someone has dragged out the Ping-Pong table.
“I can’t believe your parents agreed to take in some freak,” Harrison says with a laugh before downing the rest of his lukewarm beer. He tosses the empty plastic cup, and pulls his girl for the night onto his lap. Her tiny triangle bikini top barely contains her big tits.
“Tell me about it,” I reply.
“Where is he going to sleep?”
“In my room,” I admit reluctantly.
Harrison bursts out laughing while the girl strokes her hands across his chest. “Maybe he’s gay.” He wiggles his brows suggestively.
“I’ll introduce you,” I counter with a wink.
My girlfriend, Amy, straddles my lap and trails kisses over my neck before she presses her wet lips to my ear. “Does this mean we can’t fuck in your bed anymore?”
Groaning pitifully, I squeeze her round butt and press her against my growing erection. “Don’t say stuff like that, babe.”
I’m getting blue balls just thinking about it.
Water bubbles wildly around us while she rubs her little cunt against me, and I admire the view. She looks pretty like this, wet and horny, with strands of damp blonde hair stuck to her cheek. One of the red bikini straps has slid down her shoulder, so I pull down the cup and take her small breast in my hand before toying with her pebbled nipple.
“Maybe he likes to watch?” she teases, riding me through our swimwear. Harrison is already fucking his girl and the erotic sounds she makes have me rock hard, but Amy doesn’t mind. She’s always been freaky.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Some stranger watching and jacking off while you fuck me?” I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking hard. Amy watches me, herfreckled cheeks flushed with desire. We both know she’ll happily fuck me out here in front of everyone. She doesn’t care.
“Answer me,” I whisper, dragging my tongue from her nipple to her collarbone.
“Fuck, yes. I’d ride you cowgirl, so he’d get a nice view.”
I chuckle. “You’re so bad.”
As she kisses me, the water splashes around us, and I soon forget all about my impending houseguest. None of that shit matters when I have a horny girl on my lap.
The blaringsound of my alarm wakes me. Bleary-eyed, I lift my head off the pillow, noting the drool as I grab my phone off the nightstand.
My head pounds as I sit up to rub the sleep from my eyes. This is what I get for partying on a weeknight.
So fucking stupid.
After checking the notifications on my phone, I drop it back down, stifling a yawn. It feels like someone’s using a pickaxe on my skull.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I wince, opening the drawer and rooting through it for something to take to ease this damn headache. Nothing. The packet of ibuprofen is empty.
“Fucking typical.”
Tossing it aside, I flop back down, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the light. I feel like I was run over by a damn truck last night. Amy is a handful, and I sometimes wonder why I’m with her. The sex is good, great even, and she’s fun. Still, I’m not in love with her, and I doubt she’s in love with me. Maybe we’re together because it’s easy.
Five minutes later, I drag myself out of bed and have a quick shower.
