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“A gentleman?” I looked around, pretending to see if someone else was there. “You might want to look it up in a dictionary because you are doing it all wrong,” I said, feigning shock on my face.
He shook his head, flashing me that boyish grin before tugging on the ends of my hair like he had earlier.
“As always, it was a pleasure.” With that, he stood and left.
I was dismissed once again.
DYLAN
“There’s a spot open over there.” Austin pointed to the only available parking spot on the grass.
The empty land by Ian’s house had turned into our private parking lot, it looked like a small car dealership. From Mercedes to beat up Hondas. Our little town was diverse in almost everything, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at our groups.
It was Saturday night and Ian was having one of his signature parties at his parents’ house. His parents were known for always being out of town, traveling around the world and letting someone else raise their kid. That was the beauty of living in a small town, everyone knew everyone else’s business, and gossip spread like wildfire. We tried not to pay attention to it, but it was hard to ignore when everyone’s dirty laundry was aired out in the open for everyone else to see.
Like any dysfunctional family, we always took care of our own.
Ian’s place was fucking huge, and the best part of it was its location. Private beachfront property, where there was so much distance between houses, the cops were never called on us for disturbing the peace. It was the perfect place to let loose and not have to worry about the consequences. His parents never found out or maybe they just didn’t give a fuck. Everyone partied near the pool where country music blared through the expensive speaker system. Later in the night, the party would move down to the beach for a bonfire.
I was surprised we even found a free spot tonight. We usually had to park down the street and walk our happy asses to the house. It was almost seven by the time the boys and I made our way to the beach. Of course, Alex was home, she didn’t do the party scene. I’d bet my right nut that Lucas wouldn’t stick around for long, making some lame excuse and casually leaving the party to go over to her house. He never stayed for more than one drink.
Pussy.
Time just sort of seemed to fly by at these parties. Before you knew it you were there for hours, drinking and fucking around with everyone.
“So… is it my turn to have a chance with the famous Dylan McGraw?” Chloe purred. At least I thought her name was Chloe. Faces and names seemed to blend together over time for some reason.
“I’ve been told about you and your skills. When am I going to get a turn to show you mine?” She pouted.
I smiled wide. “Why don’t you enlighten me on what you’ve heard? I do enjoy a good bedtime story,” I baited, knowing my words would have an effect on her.
She took a deep breath, trying to play her part. “I’m just saying that I’ve been told, you’re quite the ladies’ man, and that you know your way around a girl’s…” She raised her eyebrows. “Heart.”
I sucked in my lower lip and narrowed my eyes, letting them wander to her hair that was long enough for me to pull nice and hard as I was slamming into her from behind. To her mousy face, down to her perfect tits that would fit in the palm of my hand. She would do just fine for the night.
“I’m going for a walk. Would you like to… come? Because I’d really love to see you come…”
Nothing excited me more than a girl’s response to my touch.
She nodded, trying desperately not to seem easy, but failing miserably in her attempt. I leaned forward, my mouth close to her ear.
“Besides everything you’ve heard,” I whispered, pausing while my lips lightly brushed the nook of her neck, my trademark move that drove girls wild, her chest lifted, flushed, but she tried to remain in control.
“I’m also an asshole,” I added, kissing the same spot that got their panties wet and their hearts racing, knowing I was getting the reaction I craved.
It worked on every girl.
Except Aubrey.
I extended my arm and she followed suit, linking her fingers with mine. We walked hand-in-hand as I took her down to the secluded part of the beach that I was very much familiar with. But I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.
Speak of the devil…
Aubrey.
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Dylan
