Rich Prick by Tijan

34

Blaise

My face hurt. My hand hurt. Walking even hurt, but we were going to get that pizza for Aspen. I was doing it, no matter how much my body told me to sit down, roll over, and fall asleep for a month.

I held her hand as we walked, and my head pounded to the music before we even neared the front door.

The door burst open, and I was blasted with pain.

I stopped, groaning before I checked myself.

Two guys paused in the open door.

“Dude!” one of them said. “You’re our fucking hero, man.”

Jesus Christ. I didn’t even know this guy.

“Yeah.” I offered a small smile back, but I ground my teeth. My head wanted to split in half. I kept walking.

“Don’t touch him!” Aspen jerked her hand from mine to block the guy.

I twisted.

“He’s hurt,” she hissed. “He was in a fight.”

He stared at Aspen with a blank face, his hand in the air. He’d been about to hit me on the shoulder or back. His blank expression switched to nervousness.

He lowered his hand, stepping back. He saluted me with the beer in his other hand. “Sorry. Just had to come out and congratulate you. Any guy that lasts a round with Cross Shaw, only to be knocked out by one of Monroe’s bounty hunters, is legendary in my mind.” He touched his beer to his chest and took another step backward.

“Yeah, man.” Aspen took my hand as I clipped out, “But don’t touch me or her.”

I gave him another look and let Aspen tug me toward the house.

Zeke was holding court in the back section of his basement. He had a bar in the corner, and everyone had congregated around him. There were a couple pool tables, and couches in all corners of the room. The sliding doors had been pushed open, and the party spilled out around the pool.

The music was going to give me a migraine.

“Yo.” Zeke reached for a beer, but paused. He leaned over to the back of his bar and came out with a bottle of whiskey. He opened it as he made his way to us. “You got sprung, huh?”

He handed it over.

I took a drink for the impending migraine.

Zeke nodded to Aspen. “You drink? If you don’t, I could make something virgin for you.”

I paused, checking his tone and look, but there was no hidden innuendo there. Zeke was truly offering to make something non-alcoholic for Aspen.

My chest swelled.

He was rolling out the carpet for her. He’d done it at her house, but doing it here in front of everyone, he was giving her his stamp of approval. That would go a long way with everyone else.

Aspen stepped close to me, resting her head against my arm. “You know what? Give me a beer. Never been a big drinker, but maybe it’s time, huh?”

Zeke’s grin was almost blinding. “Right on.” He nodded before going back behind the bar.

I glanced down. “You sure? You don’t have to. I’m in pain. I needed something to dull it, but I’ll quit in a second so I can drive back, if you want.”

“Drive Maisie?” she said incredulously.

She was adorable.

I wanted to taste her pouty lips. I needed to taste them.

“Uh, whoa.” Her eyes went wide and darkened. She’d felt my sudden response.

I caught the back of her neck and leaned down.

Moving my mouth to her ear, I whispered, “I want you grinding on me tonight. I want to watch you as I slide inside of you, and I’m going to make you come three times for me.”

Her knees folded.

I caught her. Her hand pressed to my stomach, fisting my shirt. “Oh. Okay. Yes, please.”

Adorable. Fucking adorable.

“Seriously, guys. Keep the hot and heavy till later,” Zeke said, returning from who knows where. “Daniels is here, you know?”

That was a cold shower. It worked on Aspen too, because she jerked away from me.

I caught her right as she was about to run into Brian, who held three beers by the necks. I tugged her back, focusing on Zeke, who was handing a beer in a glass to Aspen.

“Cheers.” He held his drink up.

I clinked it with the bottle of whiskey. Aspen joined us, and as she drank, Zeke asked, “So now that I’ve been an ace host and the beverages have been distributed, what happened?”

“You tell me.” I frowned. “I woke up in the back of Monroe’s bounty hunting office. You were gone.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, watching the crowd around us.

Not me. I ignored everyone but these two.

“Your brother’s girlfriend stayed back to handle the pizzeria staff. I don’t know why. She seemed to know the girl we were talking to, but they wouldn’t let me come. Said I’d escalate the situation. Your boy had one of his goons with him, though. What happened?” His eyes slid to Aspen. “How’d you hear? I didn’t have your number, and his phone was still on him when they took him.”

Her eyes got big.

I smoothed a hand down her back, keeping her close. “Channing Monroe called her.”

“Hmmm…” She held up a finger, finishing her drink. “No. I called your phone. He picked up and asked who I was, then told me to come down if I thought I could help the situation.”

I felt a kick from that one. I’d been mouthing off to Cross, hoping to incite him again.

Zeke read my face and started laughing. “You are such a dick. People say I’m a dick, but you’re worse.”

I frowned. “Come on.”

“No, no, no.” He backed away, bowing. “When someone comes along that’s scarier than me—and you’ve earned that especially lately—I acknowledge it.”

I rolled my eyes, and he motioned us to follow him.

Holding Aspen’s hand, I moved us through the crowd. She kept close, her other one rested on my back. It was a light touch, but she was with me. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Glancing around as we walked, I realized almost who all was here.

“You invite Roussou people?”

Zeke tossed me a grin over his shoulder. “Why not? I don’t discriminate. Besides, things are cool with me and Gambin again.” He gestured toward a guy across the basement.

“Huh.”

Gambin was one of the athletes from Cross’ school, and seeing me, he separated from his group. He followed us into the den connected to Zeke’s bedroom. It acted as a gaming room. Zeke used it for his smoking room too, but tonight, only two guys were inside.

“Out.” Zeke jerked his head toward the patio doors leading to the pool.

The guys were passing a blunt, but they looked up, saw us, and scrambled. I didn’t recognize them.

“Finally.” Zeke sank down onto one of the couches.

Brian sat on his other side.

We were here for pizza, but the whiskey had helped my headache a little. And I wanted to relax, have my girl with me in my scene. I went to the far inside corner of the couch and sank down. When Aspen made a move to sit next to me, I leaned back, pulling her onto my lap.

“Blaise.”

She stiffened, but I molded her against me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. What a fucking night. I felt her fingers touching my face, gently, as she inspected my damage. But everything had already been cleaned and bandaged by one of Monroe’s bounty hunters.

I opened my eyes and saw Zeke watching us as Gambin came in.

“Making sure all my teeth are there?” I asked Aspen.

I’d meant to tease her, but it came out a bit more gruff than I wanted. I put my hand on her thigh when she tensed. “Sorry. I must be in more pain than I thought.”

She nodded, biting her lip.

I lifted my hand to touch her mouth. “Not that.”

She let it go and breathed out, her body relaxing against mine. She rested her elbow on my shoulder, her head cocked to the side. “Do your ribs hurt?”

I frowned. Cross hadn’t hit me there.

I shook my head. “Nah. We were trying to mess up each other’s pretty faces.”

She smiled. “Okay. That’s good then.”

God, she was beautiful, soft golden hair. She had lips I wanted to do dirty, dirty things to, and her body was ridiculous—tight, toned, and perfect everywhere.

My dick was already hard with her in my lap, but thinking about what I wanted to do to her tonight, fucking painful.

Aspen felt it, and her face flushed. She laughed, burying her head in my neck.

That felt nice too.

Zeke caught my attention, jerking his chin up. He wanted to talk.

I leaned in and asked Aspen, “You want to participate in our conversation or just relax in my lap?”

Her eyes were dark, and I knew she was thinking lusty thoughts, so I wasn’t surprised when she lifted a hand, touching the bruise on my lip before she murmured, “Just kinda wanting to relax.”

I nodded and moved her to the other side. Her back was to the room this way, and I pulled her legs up to rest next to us on the couch. One hand held my whiskey and the other curved behind her. I rested my head back.

This was the life.

When Aspen had settled, her head pressing to my shoulder, I gave Zeke the signal.

He was fighting a smile, but stopped. A full-on shit-eating grin spread over his face. “Fuck. Never thought I’d see it, but it’s here.”

I smiled back.

Gambin leaned forward.

A couple other guys had come in, but they held back. There was another couch on the other side of Zeke, so we had a tiny bit of privacy. Good. I was on edge. I wouldn’t have handled that well. Although Aspen somehow made everything okay.

Jesus. What was my problem?

What was I becoming? I’d never needed a girl to calm me down, but Aspen was suddenly that person for me—more and more every time I saw her. How long ago had I told her I couldn’t date her, and now I needed her touching me to get through a room? It was unreal, but I wasn’t a moron. I wasn’t going to fight it. I was going to hold on to her, keep her as long as she would stay.

Because that was the situation.

She was going to go away. Eventually.

Not today. Not tomorrow, but some day, and it was for the very reason Zeke had been teasing me about. I was the biggest dick here. I’d been physically abused, and that shit had happened for a reason. It was like Griffith knew there was bad in me, and he needed to beat it out.

I grunted, the sound low in my throat, because he’d failed. It was still in me, just pushed down far enough that it only came out in pieces. Aspen was my salve. I was a blistering, angry wound, and I needed her covering me to dull the pain, just a little.

Always fucking angry. What a shitshow I was.

“B.” Zeke moved his foot, nudging mine and motioning.

Gambin watched me, an intense look on his face.

“What?”

Aspen stiffened at my irritation.

I took another shot of whiskey and ran my hand down her back until she was soft again. She nestled into me.

“I was asking how things are with your brother now?”

This cocksucker. He had a sly look in his eye, like he knew something I didn’t. He had an angle. That’s what it was, and hell no. That was personal shit.

Aspen raised her head to watch me.

She knew I was ready to blow, again.

“Who are you?” I asked.

Zeke’s eyes got big, and he fell back into his couch, smothering a laugh.

Gambin straightened. His face got hard, and if he could’ve thrown a punch, he’d have made a show about threatening it. But the guy was weak. He knew it, as we had a whole stare off, and he flushed before lowering his head, because he could tell I knew it too.

I wasn’t some rich, pretty punk.

“You don’t have to be a prick,” he said.

“But that’s what I am.” I flashed him my teeth. “I don’t know you. Who the fuck you think you are, asking about my brother and me? It ain’t your business. And go run your mouth, I dare you. Let’s see if you have a mouth to run by the end of the night.”

The room fell silent.

The bass from the music filled the space, but after staring at me, measuring me, Gambin clenched his jaw and turned to stalk off. Two guys that had been lingering by Zeke’s bed followed him. Lackeys.

Brian whistled under his breath, moving over and kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “That was cold.”

“You know if he sees your brother in Roussou, he’s going to start something,” Zeke added.

I snorted. “That’d be dumb of him. It’s just me here. Cross has his whole crew.”

“The fuck?” Zeke glowered at me.

“What?”

He shook his head. “It’s not just you. Christ. When you going to get that through your skull?”

I knew what he was saying, and I forced myself to calm down. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Zeke expelled a harsh breath, but he smiled. “Damn straight. Finally.”

Brian lifted his chin, tipping his drink toward me before he took a drink.

“So are you and your brother okay?” Zeke asked.

I took a pillow from the couch and flung it at him. It hit him square in the face and bounced to hit Brian, who snagged it. When Branston, who I hadn’t noticed before, started laughing behind him, Brian threw it at him.

“Fucker.”

Branston caught it and put it behind him in the chair. “Hmmm. I could fall asleep like this.”

I surveyed the group, noting two people missing. “Yo. Where’s Ashlome and Conway?”

Brian stilled and shared a look with Zeke.

“What?”

They didn’t answer, not right away.

Zeke’s shoulders lifted for a moment. “Conway’s with Daniels tonight.”

Brian pointed up. “There’s a whole group upstairs. All the girls are there.”

Zeke’s grin was wry. “I’ve been cut off as long as I hang out with you.”

His words hit me, and I began to laugh.

Mara was trying to ice me out from the guys by using sex against them, the lack of sex.

I shook my head, still laughing. “You going to do it?”

Zeke scowled. “What the fuck?! Did we not just go over thi—”

“You going to give up pussy for your best friend?” I held on to Aspen as I leaned forward. Her arms wrapped around my neck. “When I know you get so much pussy from Roussou that you don’t even know you’re banging a Roussou chick until I tell you.”

Zeke chuckled. “Oh. Yeah. Well, you know. FCA pussy is golden or something.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mara’s an idiot.”

“You know it won’t work.”

I nodded. It wouldn’t work, but I knew it wasn’t the only plan she was going to implement. She’d soon learn I didn’t care who was sliding between her legs, and that’d piss her off. And Zeke wouldn’t toss me away. Take my friends from me? I really only had one. But I had to admit, since they were here this evening, not upstairs, Brian and even Branston were starting to grow on me.

“Ashlome and Conway are weak,” I said.

They never stood up to Zeke. Now they were up there, boning my last girl.

I was ready to leave.

Mara would eventually hear that I was here. She’d come down. She’d see Aspen on my lap, and she’d probably have a foursome to get back at me. I liked Mara, and I cared enough about her to want her not to do that. She’d regret it later.

And if she took the fight to Aspen, I didn’t know how to stop that.

I wasn’t sure Aspen knew how to handle that. Mara wouldn’t come alone. She had the other five in their group.

“Stop worrying,” Zeke said, indicating Aspen. “Make up with your brother. Have his girl come around. Those chicks won’t fuck with your girl. They ain’t dumb.”

It… I had to stop and make sure I’d heard what I heard. And I had.

I scowled at him, but there was no heat. There was merit in Zeke’s suggestion. Bren Monroe was a fighter. She fought dudes. She could more than handle the girls.

“One mistake in that scenario,” I said after a moment.

“What’s that?”

I held Aspen close. “No way am I hanging out with my brother this summer. He doesn’t get my summer.”

Aspen tensed and lifted her head. She was watching me, and for once I avoided her gaze. I didn’t want her to see inside of me, and I knew she would. I felt stripped raw in front of her. Then she caught my chin and made me look her in the eye.

Her eyes were fierce.

I tried to look away.

“Hey.” She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine. “He doesn’t get anything else. It’s not like that. You got a brother. That’s what you get.” She lifted her head, bringing her mouth to my ear. “And you got a dad. A good dad.”

See? Straight to the bone.

I closed my eyes, looking away, but I stroked the side of her face. Rubbing a thumb over her cheek, I looked again, and she had paused—literally in the palm of my hand—the sight moved me. I started to melt. I didn’t know what it was, like that whole thudding feeling I’d felt a week ago, when something clinked into place.

It was deep.

It was strong.

It was life changing.

And it scared the piss out of me.

I let out a sigh. “Maybe we should go?”

Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “That sounds good.”

I groaned as she stood, and I moved right behind her. I had a hard-on to hide, though every jackass in this room knew what I was sporting. My hands remained on her hips, and I let her lead us out of the room.

“You taking off?”

Zeke held up his hand as we passed him.

I met it with mine. “Catch you later?”

“Yeah.”

Aspen kept going, so he watched us as we moved through the room.

“Party tomorrow night?”

That would be Saturday night before graduation, and when Aspen almost stumbled over a step, I remembered there was a situation there. But I’d wait to ask, like I was waiting on addressing the issue of her parents. Timing had to be perfect.

“Let’s talk tomorrow,” I called over my shoulder.

He nodded. “Got it. Have fun.”

Aspen started out into the hallway, but I caught her hand and moved ahead. Guess my dick was going to lead us.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Zeke called.

My hand squeezed Aspen’s. “That’s virtually nothing.”

His laughter sounded behind us as I took her out through his patio doors and skirted around the far side of his pool. It saved us from going through the house, but we still came around the side of his house as a group walked up the driveway.

They saw us and stopped. Whatever had been said, whoever was laughing, all of it died.

“Good grief, Blaise,” said the girl closest to me. “What happened to you?”

I grimaced and drew Aspen in front of me. I used her shamelessly as my shield. I was desperate. Ducking my head to her shoulder, I nipped her skin before grinning at my sister. “Your twin thing must be off, Taz.”

Aspen faltered again, almost falling back, but I manhandled her. I hurried her past my sister’s friends. She was there with girls who I knew had fucked Zeke, and a couple other guys too. I recognized her boyfriend, and he was throwing me definite shade, but I didn’t care.

“Blais—hey!”

I guided Aspen down the driveway.

Taz followed me to the street. “Jerk face! Stop.”

I chuckled. My sister was learning how to talk to me. This was better than the other bullshit she’d tried.

“Not now. I got somewhere to be.” I turned around, taking Aspen’s hand. I kept walking backward, so Aspen kept going too. “I need some alone time. You know how it is.” I gestured to her boyfriend. “It’s nice to see you two crazy kids worked it out, huh?”

The guy was full-on scowling at me now. He crossed his arms. The other guy with him gave him a cautious look.

Taz stopped, her hands in the air. “I’ve called you, like, twenty times over the last month. You never answer.”

A strangled laugh left my throat. She had no idea.

“What happened to your face?”

We kept going.

Taz stood on her tiptoes, as if that would help her. “I deserve to know, you know!”

I felt an asshole statement coming. I tried to squash it, because Taz had always been nice to me. She was eager for a relationship. But I couldn’t stop my mouth. “Yeah. Call your real brother first. Then we’ll see what you say.”

I saw the flash of hurt in her eyes at the same time I heard Aspen gasp.

But then we were into the street, and I maneuvered Aspen in front of me so I didn’t have to see another person who could love me learn that they shouldn’t.