Page 6 of Something Good
An hourafter leaving Sherry’s, I was sitting on Tony’s lap, higher than a kite and feeling fine. Maybe I was a dick for leaving Jimmy at the drive-in, but we’d traded several texts, and he’d seemed fine hanging with his friends, assuring me he could walk the few blocks home. That had been good enough for me, and I’d headed here.
Tony, who was currently sucking a hickey onto the base of my neck, was Joey’s cousin and weed connection. He came into town from Omaha a couple of times a month, bringing weed and, since he was old enough, booze. He was the perfect hookup. Since he was older, he was more experienced and loved to play, but there weren’t feelings involved and we weren’t exclusive, which was exactly what I was looking for. Tony was always down for a good time.
One of his hands found its way down my chest and slid beneath the waistband of my shorts. I groaned as he wrapped his hand around my dick and squeezed. “Fuck,” I said as I shifted in his lap, grinding my ass into his erection. There were people all around us laughing, smoking, and boozing it up, but I didn’t care. Hell, that was half the appeal. If people didn’t want to watch, they could find somewhere else to be.
Shifting, I moved so I could straddle him, dick to dick, and took his mouth in a kiss that could only be described as pornographic. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me into him as we ground our cocks against each other.
God, that felt good. It’d been weeks since I’d seen any action other than my hand.
“Sammy?” The sound of my name penetrated the haze in my brain, and I pulled my head back to look over my shoulder and see who’d called for me.
“Jimmy? What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were at Sherry’s?”Motherfucker. The last thing I needed was to be cockblocked by my brother. No, thelastthing I needed was for my brother to be anywhere near this party in the first place.
He shifted, wide eyes darting around as he took in all the bodies in the room. Sometime in the last thirty minutes, while I’d been distracted with Tony’s tongue down my throat, the small party of about thirty had blown up to at least twice that size, if I had to guess.
“Um, it started raining, and my friends wanted to go to a party, so I brought them here because I figured this is where you were.” He frowned, his brows knitting together in worry or maybe disappointment. “But my friends disappeared right after we got here, and I’ve been looking for you for the last twenty minutes.”
“Dammit, Jimmy! You can’t just bust into a party like this. You don’t know what you’re getting into.” I turned in Tony’s lap so I could face Jimmy fully, though Tony kept his hands on my hips, holding me in place against him.
To my knowledge, Jimmy had never done any drugs or touched a drop of alcohol, and the last thing I wanted was for him to start that shit. I may have barely graduated from high school, but Jimmy was destined for bigger things. He needed to keep his head on straight, focus on his grades, and earn some scholarships so he could make a better life for himself.
“Do you…um, do you think we could go home?”Shit. Were those tears in his eyes? He was twisting the hem of his T-shirt around his fingers over and over again, a telltale sign he was feeling anxious. I scrubbed my hands through my hair and overmy face before letting out a sigh. “Sorry, man,” I said to Tony, turning to give him a quick kiss and sliding off his lap.
I wobbled as I stood, a little unsteady on my feet, but I managed to right myself before I fell. Damn. I was more fucked up than I thought.
“I can take him home,” a voice said to my right. Will was standing in the doorway to the basement, just a few feet away, hair damp like maybe he’d gotten caught in the rain. His navy-blue T-shirt with the Hurley logo blazoned across it stretched taut over his torso, showing every hardened muscle he’d developed over the last seven years. My dick, which had flagged at the interruption of my make-out session, came roaring back to life, tenting my shorts.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Anger surged through me, and I wasn’t sure whether it was because he was here, interfering in my business, or because I was clearly attracted to him against my will.
“Like hell you will,” I said to him, my lip curled in a sneer. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
“You aren’t in any condition to drive. I am. And I can take him.” He had a hard look on his face, his brow creased, jaw set. I’d never seen him look like that, but I didn’t really know him anymore, did I?
“We aren’t driving, asshole. We’re walking. So no need to worry about it.” I stepped toward Jimmy, grabbing him by the elbow, but Will blocked our only exit. I got up in his face, close enough to see the gradations of blue in his eyes. He was a couple of inches taller than me, so I had to tilt my head a bit to look at him, but I didn’t back down.
“Move,” I demanded, my tone brooking no argument.
“God, you were always so fucking stubborn,” he said, not moving an inch. “Do you really hate me so much that you won’t let me help you?”
“I don’t hate you. I don’t give a damn about you. And I don’t need anyone inmybusiness. I’ve been taking care of myself and my brother my entire life. We don’t need you or anyone else.” I turned to look back at my brother, who’d stepped back a couple of paces when I’d approached Will. “Come on, Jimmy. Let’s go.”
He shook his head at me, and I was completely flummoxed. “Maybe we should just let him drive us. It was raining pretty hard when we got here. And I think”—his voice got very small—“I think maybe he’s right about you not being in any condition…” His voice trailed off like he was scared of how I would react.
I always said Jimmy was smart. He was right to be scared. I was fucking pissed.
Hurt and betrayal surged through me, turning into white-hot anger. Without thinking, I cocked my arm back and slammed my fist through the wall right next to the doorway to the stairs leading up to the main floor. Pain shot through my hand, but it barely registered as I shoved past Will up the stairs and out the front door into the rain.
Fuck them.
Fuck them both.
4
WILL
“Get in the car.”
