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“Yep.”
“Obviously, you three had an issue with that.” I frown, not sure why the thought of them fighting to clear my name actually bothers me so much. At twenty-two, I don’t give a fuck about what strangers think of me, but during my senior year? I cared a lot. Too much.
If I had heard a rumor that people thought I was banging my stepbrother, I would have been mortified. Reputation was something I considered valuable back then, and being known as the girl who fucked her stepsibling? Yikes…
I need a moment to process my feelings, so I remain quiet while I think.
I can admit that what they did protected me from a lot of emotional distress, and yet, I still feel disappointed. Because it means they also didn’t want to be known as the guys fucking Rose Rays…
I make no fucking sense. I confuse myself. I’m not telling Ren any of this.
“Well, yeah. We didn’t want anyone treating you like shit because of us,” Ren says, sounding slightly annoyed. About what, I don’t know. “You got a drink tossed in your face at the first party we let you go to,” Ren grumbles. I nod. Holden hadn’t been living with us long at that point.
“That doesn’t explain the other thing you said.”
“What did I say?” he asks, but his tone tells me he hasn’t forgotten. He’s just hoping I did.
“Ren, you misogynistic jack rabbit. You said you and the guys warned men off me?”
“Well, not men. If men were hitting on you when you were underage, I’d have murdered them. So boys. We warned boys off you. Have you met the douchebags we grew up with? You’re welcome,” he says so seriously that all I can do is stare at him with an open mouth.
“I’m welcome? That you’re clearly the reason I’m still a virgin…wait. Fucking wait!” I sit forward in my seat and turn to face him, leaning over the center console. “My senior prom. Are you three fucks the reason my date RAN OFF?!” I shout, shooting daggers at him.
“Uh–”
“Did you scare that poor sweet boy off? He was nice! He was perfect, I was going to blow his fucking mind that night!” Okay, that last bit is basically a lie. At best, he and I would have struggled through a virgin-on-virgin grope session. Might have been my first disappointing sexual experience, or my sweet bio partner would have surprised me. I’ll never know!
“And he would have blown his load two inches inside your pussy and left you wondering if that's all you have to look forward to. So, yes, we did scare him off, and you’re welcome.”
“I hate you,” I grumble, falling back once more when Ren snorts like he doesn’t believe a word I say. Especially because he’s right, and I think that's what pisses me off the most. But you couldn’t pry that confession from my dying lips. “You had no right to decide for me.”
“We were protecting you.”
“From a respectful teenager who wouldn’t even hold my hand without my consent first?” I snark. “No, you were calling me a cock block while actively cock blocking me! You’re a hypocrite. Not some white knight. What? If you three couldn’t get laid, neither could I?”
“Well, no, cuz we were definitely still getting laid–”
“Lorenzo!” I snap. He cracks a smirk that reminds me exactly why he was such a heartbreaker.
“Look. We were kids, Candycane. We thought we were doing what we were supposed to. You can’t get your heart ripped out if no one can get close to you, so we kept the boys in line. Again, you being homeschooled most of that time really helped,” he teases, and I roll my eyes.
“Well, now you owe me. Now, you have to be whatever the opposite of cock block is. Rooster booster?” My joke cracks me up, and I can’t help but giggle. “Oh, shit, that's a good one. Rooster Booster! I’m dying.”
“I’m not boosting anyone's rooster in your direction. Sorry, but fuck, no.”
“That's not fair! Now, you’re clam jamming me,” I cackle, nudging him with my elbow. “Get it? Clam jam?” I snort through my giggle, making Ren laugh with me. Or maybe at me. “In all seriousness, you totally owe me. I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin. I need pointers. My formative teenage years were wasted. I need a sexy Yoda. A dickstructor, if you will.”
“This is hell, right? We’ve died, and I’m now in hell?”
“Stop being so dramatic. What's the name of that guy from our hometown that plays football here? Tony? Should I ask him instead?” I ask, lifting a brow. Tony has always been nice to me. Ren glares but eventually cracks, shaking his head in defeat.
“I’ll think about it,” he offers, and I chuckle, shrugging.
“Alright. But don’t think too long. I need all the help I can get. Twenty-two years of celibacy is too long. Your girl needs dick,” I tease, and Ren sighs heavily.
“Why are you like this?” Ren asks, and I snort.
The rest of the drive is quiet as he finds a parking spot, and then we make our way into the mall. When he heads for a men's store, I head off in search of my destination.
