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Dropping my phone and my wallet into my pocket, I follow Oak out, telling myself that this night can’t possibly be as bad as I’ve made it out in my head.
* * *
When Oak pulled up outside Misty’s house and the two of them appeared wearing practically nothing, I quickly discovered that my night was going to be even worse than I expected.
Oak forcefully shoved me out of the car to allow Misty to take my place in the passenger seat, giving me little choice but to sit in the back and get molested by Darcie the second she slid right up beside me.
The only good thing about the girls’ appearance was the fact that Oak’s attention was finally off me and instead focused on Misty’s tits. I mean, with the way she was falling out of her dress, it was hard to look elsewhere, even for me who has zero interest in her.
“You never said if you liked my dress or not,” Darcie purrs, her palm sliding up my thigh beneath the table as the fingers of her other hand trace the plunging neck of her dress. It isn’t as revealing as Misty’s—not on the top half, anyway. The bottom is almost too obscene to be worn out in public, and I don’t need to look too hard to know she’s foregone underwear again. If that’s meant to make me want her, then I can say without any hesitation that it’s fallen far from the mark.
“It’s…” A moan from the other side of the table distracts me, and when I glance up, I find Oak’s got his fingers twisted in Misty’s hair and his tongue so far down her throat I’m amazed she’s not choking on it.
“Reese?” Darcie breathes, her hand moving dangerously high on my thigh.
Dropping my hand beneath the table, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, stopping her before she makes contact with my bored dick.
“It’s nice,” I say, remembering that she’s waiting for something.
“Nice?” she spits as if she just watched me kick her favourite puppy.
“Yeah, it’s…” I run my eyes over the scrap of fabric. “Blue.”
Her eyes widen in shock as her lips twist in frustration. “B-blue?” She looks down at herself. “It’s green.”
“Is it though?”
She forces a smile on her lips. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. What’s really important is what’s beneath it, right?”
Absolutely fucking not.
Hooking her finger under the hem of her skirt, she drags it up so I have no choice but to get a shot at her bare cunt.
Thankfully, my phone buzzes in my pocket, giving me something else to focus on. Ignoring Darcie’s pissed-off stare, I pull my phone out, keeping it hidden from prying eyes.
A smile twitches at my lips as I find Olivia’s name staring back at me.
Olivia: What excuse did you use to get out of tonight?
Reese: You know I couldn’t do that.
Olivia: Then I guess you’re not interested in finishing what we started yesterday.
Reese: Sweet cheeks, you know I’m more than interested in that. I’ll come to you once I’m done here and prove it to you.
Olivia: Don’t bother. I’m out on a date. I’ll blow Ben’s mind instead.
Anger knots my stomach, fury turning my blood to lava as I imagine her sitting opposite Ben like I am Darcie right now.
Reese: You’re lying.
Olivia: Am I?
“Fuck,” I hiss, slamming my phone down on the table, making everything on top of it rattle with the force of it.
“Everything okay?” Oak asks, finally coming up for air.
“Yeah, great. Darcie isn’t wearing any underwear. Was a bit of a shock. Excuse me.”
