He grunts but doesn’t say anything. That’s cool, the fucker doesn’t have to. I don’t miss his hands tightening on the steering wheel, and I swear if it weren’t for the fact he’s black, he’d have a white-knuckled grip. He isn’t fooling anyone. I don’t know why he’s pretending he doesn’t want to fuck Baby Henderson. He’s already admitted it before so there’s no reason to act disinterested now. Hell, if anything, he should hurry his ass up before he turns eighteen because then shit can get complicated.
Just to piss him off, I dial Aaron’s number, putting him on speakerphone so Dominique and Roman can hear.
“What?” he says as soon as the call connects.
“Nice to talk to you too,” I deadpan.Cabrón. Like he isn’t happy to talk to me. We all know I’m the lovable one out of the bunch.
He huffs out a breath. “Kinda busy,” he says, and I hear movement in the background.
“Who is it?” a feminine voice asks.
Ooh. Damn. Someone really is busy.
“No one. Go back to the bedroom,” he murmurs.
“Yo. Henderson’s getting some action, boys.”
“OH! Ow. Ow!” Dominique and Roman howl from the front and for a second, it’s like old times, before the rift between us all developed. Where we mess with each other and give Aaron shit just for the hell of it. There was a time when I considered him as much family as I do the two fuckers sitting in front of me. I rub at my chest and remind myself we’re not cool like that anymore but maybe… maybe Roman has the right of it. Maybe it is time to let that shit go.
Aaron groans, but there’s a laugh mixed in there as well. “What do you fuckers want?” I can hear the smile in his voice and don’t bother fighting my smirk.
“We’re about to go crash a party, but I can see you’re indisposed so don’t you worry. We’ll make sure Kasey’s taken real good care of,” I joke.
“Stay the fuck away from my sister with your dick, Chavez.”
“Woah, woah. I got a girl. It’s not me you gotta worry about.”
He barks out a laugh. “I better not have to worry about any of you assholes.”
I meet Dominique’s gaze in the rearview mirror and it clicks. He’s not going for Kasey because of Aaron. Interesting. “Alright. Alright. You go get yours. I’m about to go get mine. Talk later,cabrón.”
I hang up the call just as we pull up to Sarah’s place. The lawn is packed with bodies, the streets lined with cars.
“Fuck, this is going to be a nightmare,” I groan. How the hell are we going to find the girls in this mess?
Stepping inside, we’re immediately overwhelmed by the crush of bodies, loud thumping music, and the strong smell of marijuana. “I’ll check the living room and hallway. Go check the kitchen and we’ll meet at the bottom of the stairs in ten,” Roman grunts over the noise.
“I’ve got the back,” Dominique adds, and we all part ways to see who can find our prey first.
I nod, eager to get this over with. Guys and girls are grinding against one another. Another couple is damn near fucking against a wall for everyone to see, the guy’s hands down the girl’s pants, and it takes zero imagination to know what he’s doing.
I scan the heads around me, looking for Bibiana’s raven black hair when I hear my name.
“Emilio!” Sarah squeals, launching herself at me. I stumble back a step before I steady myself and peel her arms from around my neck. Her smile falters at my expression. “Did you come to see me?” she asks, a thread of hope in her voice.
I sigh and shake my head. “You know I’m with Bibiana.”
She harrumphs. “Then why are you here?” Sarah flicks her hair over her shoulder before folding her arms across her chest, a move I know she does to draw attention to her chest. Too bad for her I’m not even tempted to take a peek. My girl’s got the only tits I’m interested in.
“I’m looking for Bibiana, Kasey, and Allie. Have you seen them?”
Her brows furrows. “Maybe.” She hesitates.
“Sarah—” She doesn’t miss the warning in my voice. I’m not here to play games.
“Urgh, fine. I think I saw them earlier getting a drink. Come on.” She turns around, leaving me no choice but to follow as we make our way through to the crowded kitchen. “Do you want something?” she asks, reaching for a red cup and letting the dude manning the keg fill it for her.
“No,” I bite out. “I’m not here to party. I’m grabbing the girls and then leaving.”
