“You’re gross.”
“It’s a gift.”
“Your sister is right upstairs,” I whisper-shout, gesturing above us.
“She’s seen worse. Trust me.”
I scoff, shaking my head. Jesse cocks his head to the side, inquisitive, before he stands, eating up the distance between us. “Why are you really mad, Allie Girl?” He twirls a lock of hair from my ponytail in his fingers. “Is it because I was hooking up with someone on the couch, or because you wish it was you?”
“Neither,” I grit out. “Maybe it’s because you tried to get with me approximately five minutes before hooking up with someone else.”
“Oh, that’s rich,” Jesse says, taking a step back. “Considering you were just doing the same fucking thing with Kurt Cobain over there,” he says, flinging a hand toward the door. I clamp my mouth shut before I can deny it. I don’t owe him an explanation. Jesse’s eyes narrow into slits, assessing. “Unless you didn’t.”
I roll my eyes, turning to leave, but he blocks my way.
“You didn’t, did you? How long has it been, Allie? Is that why you were touching yourself in the hot tub?”
Oh my God.
“That’s none of your business,” I say, feeling my face burning.
“I mean, you have had sex, right?” His eyebrows jump toward his hairline.
“I’ve had sex!” I yell, before remembering where I am and what time it is. Lowering my voice, I continue. “I have lots of sex.” Jesse smirks, like he doesn’t believe me. “Like…a lot. All the time.” Jesus Christ, why can’t I stop talking? You’re making it worse, Allison.
“So let’s have sex then. Right now. If you’re such a pro,” he challenges.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you, for starters.”
He chews on his lip for a minute before speaking again. “Liar.”
“And you couldn’t pay me to touch you after being with her.”
“You sure about that?”
I shake my head, annoyed. “You’re a lot more obnoxious than I remember.”
“And you’re a lot bitchier than I remember.”
“Manwhore,” I shoot back.
“Guilty.” His lips curve into that infuriating cocky grin of his. I snort, shaking my head before moving past him without saying another word.
This time he lets me go.
* * *
I SIT BACK ON THE couch, scrubbing a hand through my hair. When Allison left with that douchebag in the flannel instead of hanging out with me, I felt stupid as hell. I smoked a blunt and had a few beers before trashing the candy and shit I brought over. Lo and Dare came home around midnight, but Allison was still out. I was staring at that goddamn sucker she left on the table, brooding like a little bitch, when I got a text from Sierra. She’s been hitting me up since I’ve been back, but I never responded. I try to avoid her brand of crazy like the plague. Until tonight. You’d think she’d have moved on, considering that little mishap with her sister. Apparently, that only increases the appeal for her.
She pulled out all her best moves, doing the most to impress me. But all I could do was stare at that stupid fucking sucker taunting me from the coffee table. How Allison’s tongue licked at it, how her lips wrapped around it. Whatever Sierra was doing down on her knees wasn’t cutting it. Like an asshole, I told her to leave. She only sucked harder.
I leaned forward, grabbed Allie’s sucker, and stuck it in my mouth before leaning back on the couch, arms crossed behind my head as I closed my eyes, pretending it was her mouth around me. If I was solo, that thought alone would get me off, but this felt all wrong. It pissed me off, knowing that Allison had gotten into my head and under my skin enough to ruin a perfectly good blow job.
“What’s wrong?” Sierra asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when it was clear that something wasn’t working.