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“So...” She goes for my belt again and this time, I take a step back, causing her to pout. “I thought we could have a little fun. I miss you, baby.”
I scoff. “Save the pet names for your sugar daddy. I’m not interested.”
Vanessa scrunches her nose. “What do you mean you’re not interested?”
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not one to stick my dick into any willing pussy. Shit, I didn’t even do more than kiss Ariana at that party. I told her to moan for me so Jazz would make assumptions and she didn’t even question it before putting on a porn-worthy show.
“Kingston? Did you hear me?”
My eyes leisurely roam Vanessa’s body. My dad’s wives get younger and younger with each marriage. Vanessa’s twenty-two and practically lives in our home gym, so her body is fit and firm in all the right places. She’s the only woman I’ve fucked since Peyton, although I allow Peyton to believe otherwise. When Vanessa heard that Peyton and I had broken up, she came over to tell me how sorry she was, by swallowing my cock.
The woman is hot and she fucks like a pro, but if I’m being honest, the only reason I even took her up on her offer was to screw over my dad. Vanessa’s nothing but a trophy to him—that’s common knowledge—but Preston Davenport expects monogamy from his wives, despite the fact that he never lives up to it on his end. His ego is far too fragile to have a woman cheat on him, which is why he’s on his fourth marriage.
The delivery guy walks up behind Vanessa, eyes wide when he sees she’s practically naked. I pull a fifty out of my pocket and hand it to him in exchange for the pizza.
“Thanks, man.” H
is eyes are still on my stepmother.
I nod to the pizza guy, but I’m speaking to Vanessa. “If you want to shove someone’s cock down your throat so bad, I’m sure this guy would be more than willing.”
“Uh...” said guy stammers. “Yeah... sure. You want me to whip it out right here?”
Vanessa looks over her shoulder before turning back to me. “Is that what gets you off, Kingston? You want to watch me blow someone else?”
I set the pizza box down and lean against the doorjamb. “Oh yeah. It would turn me right the fuck on. Maybe if you do a good enough job, we can see how sexy you look being spit-roasted.”
She smiles and immediately drops to her knees in front of the delivery guy. My tone couldn’t have possibly been more sarcastic, but Vanessa Davenport isn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box.
The delivery guy hastily undoes his pants, pushing them down to his knees and Vanessa wastes no time hoovering his dick into her mouth.
He groans. “Jesus, this is my favorite porn fantasy come true.”
I laugh as I start to close the door, but Vanessa releases him with a pop and says, “Where are you going? I thought you wanted to watch.”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “My pizza’s getting cold. Besides, if you’ve seen one whore suck a cock, you’ve seen them all.” The poor guy’s boner is just hanging in the breeze, so I decide to do him a solid. “But... if my new friend here tells me you got him off real good, I might let you blow me next.”
I wait until she sucks his dick back into her mouth before closing the door and turning the lock. I have zero intention of letting that dumb bitch ever touch my cock again, but at least the delivery guy will get to bust a nut. And if someone happens to leave a flash drive with the footage from my security feed on my father’s desk, so be it. Call it my good deed for the year.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JAZZ
“You get a homecoming dress yet?” Kingston asks.
I roll my eyes. He won’t stop bugging me about this stupid dance.
“I’m not going. I’m not sure which part of that statement is so confusing for you.”
Ainsley gasps. “What? Jazz! You have to go to homecoming! It’s our senior year! Homecoming is one of the only things I actually enjoy in this school. It’s fun getting all dressed up for the night.”
“I don’t think it’s fun getting dressed up for the night.” Bentley winks at me. “But I would for you, babe. Then after the dance, we can get undressed together.”
I don’t miss the way Kingston’s eyes narrow in disapproval at his best friend. It’s been a week since Reed’s party and Bentley hasn’t backed off on the flirting one bit. I swear he’s doing it to fuck with Kingston, who is still being a complete Neanderthal. With the exception of our outing with my sister last weekend, I’ve been avoiding alone time with him. Ainsley’s been driving me to school and Frank takes me home, despite Kingston’s protests, so we only see each other during lunch, like right now, and in Lit class. I know it’s only a matter of time before he bulldozes me, but I’m enjoying the reprieve.
I give Bentley a wry look. “As sweet as the offer is, Bentley, I’m still gonna pass.”
“That doesn’t work for me,” Ainsley whines. “C’mon, Jazz, you have to go—it’s the best part of the week. You need to say yes and then we need to bust ass to find you the perfect dress. I’m sure the racks are practically empty by now since we have just over two weeks until homecoming.”
