“I’ll help,” Irelyn tells Ren. Sasha walks over to the other sofa and sits across from Phoenix. She crosses her legs and runs a hand through her hair. It is obvious to me who she has set her sights on. Figures. I join Killian outside to see if I can help.
“Nice friends you have there,” Killian says, making small talk as he works with the propane.
“Irelyn is my best friend. Sasha is her cousin.”
“So, you aren’t friends with Sasha?” He peers over at me.
“I’m not saying that. We’re not enemies. I just don’t know her that well,” I lie. The truth is, I know her and her type too well.
“Yeah, well, it looks like she isn’t wasting any time getting to know Phoenix.” He chuckles. I look through the glass into the living room. Sasha is now sitting right next to Phoenix, and they’re talking. “He’ll probably hit that before morning.”
“Probably,” I agree. A lump forms in my throat at the thought. Dammit, why should I care? I don’t want him. Killian and Irelyn come outside with seasoned chicken, fish, and sausage, and I’m happy for the distraction. Asher is right behind them with a cooler. Sasha and Phoenix finally decide to join us outside on the deck. With a click of a remote, Asher starts some music. Jeremih’s “Planes” begins to play.
Heineken beers are passed around. The guys start to sing the lyrics and have a good time. Sasha sways her hips to the beat, and I swear every eye is glued to her ass, including Phoenix’s. She always gets all the attention. She knows exactly what she is doing.
“Why don’t you ladies change into swimsuits, so we can take this party down to the lake?” Phoenix suggests. I’m sure he is just anxious to see Sasha, in particular, half-naked because he knows I’m not going to wear a swimsuit.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Sasha replies. She pulls on Irelyn’s arm. Irelyn looks over at me, unsure. She knows that I won’t change.
“Go ahead. I’ll be here when you get back. Third floor, master bedroom to the right.” Asher adds that he already put both of their things in there for now.
“You’re not going to change?” Phoenix winks at me, and I roll my eyes. I don’t even entertain his question. I walk off, leaving him standing there and head down the stairs, leading to the chaise lounges by the lake. I down my beer in a few gulps. The guys disappeared to change into their board shorts, so it looks like I get to be the oddball in my usual dress of baggy jeans and T-shirt. Irelyn and Sasha are the first to meet me by the lake. Irelyn brought another beer for me. Sasha’s micro thong bikini doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. Talk about thirsty.
I look over at Irelyn in exasperation, and she mouths, “I know.”
Sasha waits until the guys all arrive to flaunt her assets. “Phoenix, do you mind passing me another beer?”
“Sure, doll.” He smiles. He passes her the beer, and flirtation between the two of them is blatantly obvious as he brushes his fingers across hers. I want to puke.
“Harlow, aren’t you uncomfortable with all those clothes on? It’s only going to get hotter, you know.” Sasha is trying to call me out in front of the guys. They all go quiet to hear my response.
“It’s okay. I don’t need my tits and ass hanging out for attention. I’m fine, thanks,” I snap.
“Damn.” Killian chuckles.
“No need to be jealous, Harlow. I just asked a question. You could be fucking naked for all I care.” I sit up straighter in my chair, ready to curse this bitch out, but Irelyn puts a hand on my shoulder in a silent plea.
“Whoa,” Phoenix interrupts. “Why don’t you come take a dip with me, Sasha?” He grabs her by the hand to pull her away, and she doesn’t resist. That makes my blood boil even more. She hasn’t even been in the house for an hour, and he is taking her side. Fuck him and her. Just yesterday, he stayed clothed here with me in that very chair so I wouldn’t be alone, and today, he is acting as if I don’t matter. I can already see how the girls’ visit will play out, and I hate it. As usual, it will be all about Sasha. Even worse, I have to watch her make a play for Phoenix, and he allows it.
Chapter Four
Phoenix
Sasha is giving me all signs that she wants to fuck me. She sat across from me when she first arrived, waiting for me to make a move. She knows she’s hot. I’m sure men usually trip over themselves for her, but I don’t chase. I waited for her to come to me, and as expected, she did. She led with small talk, but her body language and her constant excuses to touch me gave her away. Harlow is beside herself with jealousy, but she will never admit it. She hates that someone else has my attention. The eye rolls and silent treatment all indicate that she doesn’t like Sasha or the time I’m spending with her. Sasha was out of line for calling Harlow out on her decision not to change like everyone else. I’ve separated the two women, so shit doesn’t escalate. We’re here in the lake for a swim, and Sasha has her legs wrapped around mine. My cock has a mind of its own, and right now, it wants to come out to play. Not now, though. I grab her ass under the water and give it a squeeze. In response, she rubs her pussy against my crotch. Just as I thought.
“So hard,” Sasha whispers.
“Your pussy is rubbing against my dick. What did you think would happen?”
“I think we should take this inside. You can go first, and I’ll follow.”
“Meh. Maybe later, if I decide that is what I want.” One thing she will have to understand real quick is that pussy is a dime a dozen. Just because you can make my dick hard doesn’t mean I will share. I’ll decide as the day progresses if she is worth my time.
“Okay,” she agrees. She doesn’t argue. Smart girl. A point in her favor. I rub my index finger across her slit before smacking her ass.
“Let’s get back to the group,” I tell her. When we get back on the deck, Harlow is even more distant. She refuses to look at me now. It seems she needs to understand as well—I don’t chase. Me being nice to her a few times doesn’t give her the upper hand. If she wants to look down her nose at me, I will give her a reason. She just solidified her fate. I know that she is jealous, and I’m going to push those buttons. I will be fucking Sasha tonight, and I will make sure she finds out. If she wants to keep pretending that she doesn’t want me, she can continue playing that game by herself. She can watch as other women get what she is too afraid to act on. Too bad for her. Maybe a good fucking would have brought down those walls she is so desperately trying to hide behind.
“Sure,” Sasha says, bringing me back to the present. As she walks up the stairs to the deck, I make it obvious that I’m looking at her ass.
As the day turns to evening, we all gather on the top deck around the firepit. The air is a little cooler, and I think we all have a buzz. We’ve enjoyed delicious food. I’ve fucked off my diet for today.
Sasha is now sitting on my lap, and it is no question to the group whose bed she will be in tonight. Harlow has not spoken one word to me. She has been either quiet or talked to Irelyn. As it gets later, Sasha requests to hear one of our songs. Before I can respond, Harlow gets up and bids everyone a good night. She tells Irelyn to stay, and she will see her in the morning. I can see the concern etched in her friend’s face, but in the end, she stays put. I deny Sasha’s request and tell her she will have to just wait and come see our performance at the bar Friday. We only hang out for maybe another hour before we decide to call it a night. I grab Sasha by the hand and bring her upstairs to my room. It’s been a while since I’ve let my demons out to play, but tonight, I will introduce them to Sasha. She wanted to fuck, so she will get a chance to see what that entails. I don’t share these tendencies with my groupies. No, they only get a taste of what I’m capable of. As I said, it’s been a while. Normally, I curb my domineering appetite, but tonight, I don’t have the inclination to do so. I’m not a Dom in the formal sense of the term, but my taste for control can be extreme.