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Micah
Both of mybrothers are idiots.
They’ve given up the best years of their life for a girl. Finn stopped trying a long time ago but finally got his girl. Lo’s been the one for him since we were younger. They both knew it. We all saw it, even though they thought they were keeping their feelings for each other a secret from everyone. They fought as long as they could. Hell, Max, Lo’s brother and Finn’s best friend, even tried to push them together once.
It was an epic failure that ended up making the entire situation worse than it already was.
They went from high to low in a matter of hours. One second caving to their desires, and the next living through an entirely different kind of hell.
It took the death of Lo and Max’s father to get them to open their eyes again. To risk their relationships with Max for a chance at their forever.
Death really does bring people together, I guess.
Mr. Palmer’s funeral was the start of Declan and Kendall’s relationship as well. Though, their little fling wasn’t supposed to last. It was all fun and games until Dec caught feelings for Kendall. At first, it made me laugh my ass off. She refused to sleep with him. Didn’t even want to see him.
The bastard persisted, of course. He is, after all, a Graham, and we don’t know the meaning of the word quit.
Kendall finally fell for his charm, after some seriously borderline stalking on Declan’s part, a ton of dirty text messages, and a date night he still owes me a favor for helping him organize.
I need to remember to collect on that.
As much as I make fun of my brothers for being pussy whipped—because, let’s face it, they both are—I’m happy for them. I may not want what they have, but I’ve also never seen them with bigger smiles on their faces.
Probably from all the sex they’re getting. Well, Finn anyway. Kendall is still holding out, but that doesn’t mean they’re not doing other things, I’m sure.
Their attitudes have even improved, especially toward me. I’m the one that likes to push their buttons, and I know exactly when and how far I can push them before they lose their shit.
Again, I’m guessing this has something to do with getting laid all the time.
It makes me wonder why I didn’t wake up with a shit-eating grin on my face this morning. All the components were there. Cindi was more than eager to invite me over when I ran into her yesterday afternoon. We skipped dinner and spent the entire night naked. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, and I slipped out of her apartment without waking her, just like two weeks ago when I hung out with… oh hell, what is her name again?
I know this makes me sound like a manwhore, but it’s not like I’m leading these girls on. They know exactly what they’re signing up for, they agree to my terms, and then the clothes can come off. I made the mistake once of not getting a verbal agreement from a girl and she clung to me like a used dryer sheet for weeks. Constantly calling. Texting. Showing up outside of my classes.
She turned into the true definition of a stalker.
She finally got the message when she saw me with another girl. Her replacement. I tried to let her down easy, to remind her of what I’d said, even though I’d texted her the same words countless times, but she took it hard. Said some nasty things about me and ran off crying.
I felt bad. My goal is to never see them cry. That’s why I’m upfront with them about who I am and what they’re signing up for. If they can’t agree, that’s perfectly fine. There have been plenty who haven’t, and I’ve walked away without looking back. No harm, no foul.
The bachelor life is the only one for me. I enjoy not being tied down to one person. I can do as I please, when I please. I’m too young to think about the future or finding someone to spend forever with.
Hell, I have three more years of college before I even want to start thinking about any of that. That’s three years of freedom, and I plan to enjoy every second of it. Hopefully naked. With a girl beneath me, riding me, or, if she’s especially interested in pleasing me, on all fours in front of me.
A little kink never hurt anyone.
“What has you smiling like an idiot this morning?” Declan asks as I’m about to take a sip of my coffee.
“Nothing. Just reminding myself how much I enjoy the single life.” It’s a jab at him and he knows it. Score one for me.
“Enjoy it all you want. You’ll be singing a different tune when you find the right girl.”
“You keep saying that, yet I’m having a hard time believing you. What could be better than having my pick of willing and available women who are interested in nothing more than a quick fuck? No attachments. Nothing messy. I don’t have to remember birthdays or anniversaries. Hell, half the time they don’t even want me to spend money on them.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little brother. You’re playing with fire. What you’re doing, those girls, they are a giant stack of dry kindling just waiting for someone to toss a match in their direction. They have the ability to ignite your life in flames and burn it to the ground.”
“And Kendall has the ability to give you blue balls just by looking in your direction since your two weeks aren’t up yet.” That makes two points in my column.
Declan growls as he shoulders past me and pours himself a cup of coffee. “Three more days.”
