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"It's possible. My memory is a little fuzzy."
"That's fucked up." His face is blood red. "How could you fuck me over like that? What the hell have I ever done to you?"
"Calm your shit, Maverick. I don't have to ask your permission before I have sex with a girl. How the hell was I supposed to know? We're on a different coastline."
He charges into me, shoving me into the wall. It knocks the breath out of me. I push back, but he has the upper hand and forces me into it again, knocking the frame off the wall. It hits the hardwood floor and the glass shatters.
I finally am able to push off the wall. "Saxton, stop. What the fuck is your problem?"
I glance at Tynleigh as she runs out of her room, still in a fucking tank and panties. A fist to the jaw catches me off guard, knocking me to the ground from my balance being offset. On top of a throbbing headache this is something I didn't need. "Fuck, dude."
I roll over in a fetal position, the pounding in my head becoming amplified. My eyes close, trying to make it stop. Feet shuffle across the floor; the sound of Kambry as she yells at Saxton fills the air. My head is hurting so bad I can barely breathe. That was a fucking dick move.
The arguing continues back and forth. "He deserved it. That's why."
"You don't even know him!"
Deserved it, my ass. My eyes open and I swing my leg as hard as I can into his, knocking him down with me. It'll probably leave a bruise but I don't care. I had an opportunity and I took it. If I have to lay here like a little bitch so is he. It's none of his fucking business who she fucks. She's a grown ass woman. I'm not playing this protective older brother on steroids shit. We aren't in high school. I probably would have fucked her then too had I known them back then.
I stand and turn around, facing Kambry. "That's not entirely true."
The recognition falls over her face as she looks at me. "Bryant? How did you end up here? Wait, do you know Tynleigh too?"
"Not until last night." My eyes veer to the fucking bare rack in front of me, unable to stop myself. Jesus, no fucking wonder he's become stupid. I'd probably be stupid over tits like that too, because those tits don't go with that size zero waistline. I figured some of it was padding in bras. That shit can be deceiving more times than not. "But I would say I know her pretty well now."
My legs give out with the force of Saxton's foot slamming into the back of my knee. "Shut the fuck up, asshole." I stabilize myself before I hit the ground.
"You shut up, Saxton! Dammit, I've listened to you and Kambry fuck since you got here pretty much. This is my apartment. I pay the bills here. I'll do what I damn well please, or who at that. You may be my brother, but let’s not forget you’re also myguest. I've always said karma is a bitch. Now you know how it feels," Tynleigh says from behind me.
Seriously, no padding? They don't look like they've been done either. "But why are you in New York?" Kambry asks, yet another question.
"I needed a change ofscenery,” I respond, still inspecting those tits that make no fucking sense. I've seen a lot of racks over the years but never have I seen a girl as small as her with tits that big and round and they be real. "And I have a few friends in school here, so I booked a flight." I shake my head, unable to think straight. "I mean they went to school here," I mumble. "Grad school . . ."
Saxton covers her rack with his arm, finally breaking the fucked-up spell I'm under. If women only knew the power they held with a set of tits the world would be so much more screwed up. Her cheeks are already flushed and several shades brighter, no doubt making this so much more amusing that she wasn't even aware of her nudity.
If Saxton could spit nails or breathe fire he would. I can see it written all over his face. "Get your boner in check, bro, and put your eyes back in your head while you can still see, because your fucking dick better be hard for my sister and not my fiancé or else I will rip your heart out."
Fiancé . . .That's like the third time I've heard that phrase since I got here—rings, weddings, matrimony . . . Oh fuck. He proposed? Damn, he does have it bad. Didn't Meredith just say they broke up a few days ago? Fuck, I feel like I've been banished from the friend circle just because I'm not fucking his girl's best friend anymore. Shit happens. It's not my fault, although, things are easier this way. She was getting a little too crazy for me, even though she's fun as hell in bed. Maybe it was just the age difference.
Boner . . .I glance down. Yep, no denying that accusation. It happens to the best of us. You could put a nice rack on a girl that doesn't really have the rest of the package and a man would still get hard. It's just a fact of life. It doesn't take much to get there.
She covers her face. "I'm so sorry."
"There is no need to be sorry with that body. Now I know exactly why he put a ring on it. Congrats by the way."
"Dude, don't disrespect my sister. You're kind of pissing me off."
I glance at his sister, a smirk on my face that she's already returning. I think I like her. My eyes settle on his. I'm about to really piss him off. He'll get over it. We've been somewhat friends since he met Joel freshman year of college. "It's nothing personal. Tits create hard-ons and I was graced with a nice set. You of all people should know about that."
I recall every time I've seen him in her presence, hard dick and all. "It seems you had the same problem when you got a look at them, but it doesn't really matter. I wouldn'ttouch,"I say, reminding him I'm not the fucking prick that is Joel's other cousin on his mom's side. I've never liked him. He'll fuck anyone's girl as long as he can get his dick wet. Ownership means nothing to him. I've seen him do a lot worse over the years. I keep waiting for the moment I get a call he's been murdered by some pissed off husband, but it's yet to happen.
Some of the anger fades with the nod of understanding that what happened with Salem and Travis will never happen with me. I can pull plenty of pussy without having to dip my dick into another man's wetland. Speaking of . . . "Besides, your sister has her own perfect boner-making set."
If only I could properly remember them . . .
Score. The look on his face is priceless. "Ah fuck. I'm out of here. You may have fucked her. Hell, you may again. That's her business. Have your fun, but I'm warning you, friend or not, don't fuck her over. At some point a plane, California bound, is waiting for you."
I salute him just to be a smartass. His line of vision changes. "What's so fucking funny, T?"
