There are several pictures of him and his dad—on vacation in Mexico and California and even on an Alaskan cruise.
Spoiled brat.
I ignore that Dad took us to Europe last summer when we were still a family because we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about Alis.
When I click on his story, I see a selfie of him in the locker room after our death match. He’s red-faced and grinning. The caption says, “Still the best.”
Before I can think of a reason to stop myself, I reply to it.
For now, Wonderland.
I’m pleased as I imagine his face screwing up in anger as he reads it. The fucker deserves it. My inbox chimes with a response from him. An audio recording. I hit play.
“Perhaps. But my dick will always be the best.”
“Don’t lie to yourself, Sommers,” I blurt out after hitting the recording button. “We both know you felt it. I’m bigger and better. Accept it.”
He sends me some emojis that are drooling and then some fire emojis. I send him a few middle-finger ones. Another audio recording pops up.
“Was that not supposed to be hot? Well, it totally was. Are you going to think of me sitting on your dick when you jack off tonight?”
I hate him.
Especially because my dick is hard right now.
Naomi was right. I’m going insane.
It wouldn’t be the first time I sported wood over a guy, but it’s certainly not something I’m proud of when it pertains to this guy.
“I won’t be thinking about you if I actually plan on getting off,” I growl in response and hit send.
“You owe me a Coke tomorrow if I pop into your head while you jerk it.”
I close the stupid app and toss my phone on the bed. My heart is pounding hard inside my chest, and my dick is at attention. I’m just exhausted, is all. That’s. All.
With a groan, I reach over to grab my lube from the drawer. After shoving my shorts down and slicking up my shaft, I groan and close my eyes. I think of Naomi’s perfect tits and nice curves. I imagine stripping her and finally being able to fuck her for the first time.
But she’s gone.
Literally.
We broke up.
Because of him.
I think back to the way he sat on my lap. His scent invaded my nostrils and fried my brain. A moan tumbles past my lips as pleasure curls down my spine. My balls tighten, and I come without warning. Hot cum splatters up, landing on my shirt, marking me with the evidence of my release. I stare down at it in horror because he was right.
I’m not buying that asshole a Coke.
Alister
For being in all of my classes, he avoids me like the plague. Which affirms what I already know—he came with my face in mind. Filthy fucker.
“They broke up,” Leon says, elbowing me in line at the cafeteria.
“Who?”
He gapes at me like I’ve lost all sense of reality. “Naomi and Canyon.”
I snap my head up and frown. “What?”
“Dude. It’s been all over the school. What have you been doing?”
“Apparently, my work,” I grumble. “Why? I thought they were in love.”
Guilt gouges into me. Surely she didn’t break up with him because she thought something was going on between us. That moment last night on the track was a mistake. A lapse in judgment. By the time he messaged me on Instagram later, I was back to myself again. The flirting and taunting riled him up as expected, but it was all part of this war between us.
What went on at the track was because he’d exposed a nerve when he took a swing at me. Normally, I harden myself against violence like that, but I was exhausted from trying to outdo each other. I snapped when he tried to hit me. Damn near cried like a little kid. It was embarrassing as fuck.
But then I was sitting on him in such an intimate way. His slick body was hard beneath me, and when I felt his boner, I was shocked. Slightly elated at his misery but also a bit mystified. There’s no way Naomi could have known unless he told her. I just don’t see him doing that. He gets skittish anytime I tease him about wanting me.
We make it through the line, but I’m not hungry. My stomach is twisting with nerves. I just wanted to fuck with Canyon, not hurt Naomi. She’s cool.
Once I pay for my food, I glance around the cafeteria, looking for them. Naomi sits with a group of girls from trig class. Canyon sits beside his friend Damon, his brows furled as he stares at the table. I take my usual spot a couple of tables over, my gaze never leaving Canyon. I’m just twisting off the cap of my Coke when he looks up. Because I’m a dick, I hold it up in a silent offering. His face reddens.
Guilty.
I should feel powerful and as though I’m taking charge of this battle we’ve found ourselves in, but the horny part of me can’t stop imagining it. His large hand wrapped around his thick cock. The way his Adam’s apple protrudes as his body arches up in pleasure. A pink, full lip caught between his teeth as he stifles a moan.
Fuck.
I scrub a palm over my face, trying hard to hear what Leon is saying, but it’s useless. I’m lost in the fantasy of Canyon fucking Voss stroking it.
Canyon says something to his buddies and then all but stumbles away from the table. He’s hastily trying to get away from me; that much is evident. I pull my brain back to Leon’s chattering and nod, pretending as though I even know what the fuck he’s rambling about. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and sigh.
Brother Lover: Do you miss me?
I stare at the text in confusion. He’s fucking with me. Again. Asshole.
Me: Nope.
Brother Lover: Liar.
Me: Leave me alone.
Brother Lover: Never.
My stupid heart shouldn’t skip a beat at that word. He’s obsessed with trying to destroy my life, and here I am, fucking swooning over these messages. This has to stop.
“It’s raining.” I waggle my brows at Carrie. “What do you say? Want me to teach you some things after school since track practice will be canceled?”
She chews on her bottom lip, scrutinizing me. “Do you have an ulterior motive?”
“I’m gay. I’d rather get into your brother’s pants than yours.” I flash her a flirty grin that has her face burning red, much like Canyon’s. “Promise. My intentions with you are honest.”
Your brother, on the other hand…
“Okay, I’ll meet you back here after school then,” she says finally. “I’ll see if my ride can wait.”
“Your brother?”
Her nose scrunches. “No. I rode with a friend.”
“Naomi’s little sister?”
“The guy she likes.” Her gaze shifts away, deliberately remaining vague.
My curiosity is piqued. “Who is it?”
“Gage Combs.”
“Does Canyon know his buddy is carting around his baby sis?”
Her blue eyes flicker with apprehension. “Alis…”
I pretend to zip my lips. “I won’t say anything, but maybe I can just give you a ride instead. Combs drives like a dumbass. We’re practically family. You can trust me.”
“Fine. We can practice at the house. Mom works late tonight.”
A thrill runs through me at the thought of being in Canyon’s house. If he’s not there, I can nose around and see what I can dig up on him. And if I can’t, I’ll fish for information through Carrie during our lesson.