Soulless (Lawless #2)(33)

I never did.

“Yes. YES!” she shouted. She gripped my neck and dug her nails into my skin as I pounded into her. It was then I saw it. First it was just out of the corner of my eye. A flash of movement. But as the shadows in the garage shifted I realized that the it was a him.

When he noticed he’d been caught, he stepped completely free of the shadows and into the one spot of moonlight penetrating through the window. Anywhere else in the garage and he’d be cloaked in darkness.

He’d wanted to be seen.

Preppy.

He wasn’t jerking off. His pants were on and his belt buckle fastened. He wasn’t even making his usual sarcastic comments.

He was just watching. Not me. But her. His eyes glowing under the light as he looked her over like she was an exhibit at the Ringling Brothers museum.

I paused briefly, Preppy’s presence throwing off my rhythm. “Why did you stop?” the girl asked. I could have outed Preppy for being a creeper right then and there, shouted at him to go. But I didn’t. There was something in the way he was watching that made me feel like it was okay for him to stay, okay for him to keep watching.

I kept going.

Again Spring Break Chick started to moan, writhing up against me, scraping her nails down my back. Preppy was one of my closest friends and I wasn’t a stranger to sharing bitches with my brothers in the club, although it was more of a BBB jumping from room to room without everyone in the same room at the same time.

I got the oddest feeling while Preppy stood there, not making a sound. Almost like he needed this for some reason. Needed to see what normal f*cking looked like.

Like he needed to be a part of what we were doing.

Preppy was one of my best friends.

So I let him.

It was the quietest he’d ever been. Since the day we’d met, I’d never known him to go more than a few seconds without talking, but as I thrust my dick harder and harder into the girl, he was almost stoic. When I noticed he was staring at her tits, I yanked her poor excuse for a shirt—a small scrap of silk—up to her neck, so he could get a good look at them bouncing up and down as I f*cked her.

His eyes glowed in appreciation and he nodded his thanks.

Figuring out Preppy was hard. From what King had told me about his past, he’d had a rough start in life. We all had. Preppy a little harder than most, but he never talked about it.

Ever.

I didn’t fault him for that. I didn’t exactly ever want to talk about my old man either.

The thing was that Preppy could get girls.

He did get girls.

He wasn’t as tall as me or King, but he was still tall. He was still ripped to shreds, which came easier to him than it did for me because he started out a skinny kid, but when he started working out, he went right to ripped and lean. Other than a few inches of height and a few pounds of muscle he had something that both King and I were seriously lacking on some days.

Humor.

Personality.

Wit.

Charm.

When the girl’s * started to clench around my dick, the squeezing sensation caused my balls tighten. I looked over to Preppy who was as still as I’d ever seen him. No twitching or shoving his hands in his pockets or running his hands through his hair. Just looking. Watching. Observing.

I was getting close so I shoved the girl down on the toolbox so that her back was flush against the diamond shaped metal. I held on to her shoulders as I plowed into her, making sure to drag my cock along the front walls of her * as I pulled in and out. Her larger than average tits bounced up and down, and as soon as she came I followed her over, although it was more like a sneeze than a come because I was more preoccupied thinking about our company and what it meant that he was there, than I was about actually getting off.

“That was…wow,” the girl said, sitting up. I pulled out of her and tugged off the condom, throwing it in a nearby trashcan. “Wanna go again?” she asked, wrapping her long legs around my waist and digging her heels into my back, pulling me forward.

“You want more?” I asked, holding her face in my hands. She reached out and licked one of my fingers.

“Yes, please. Give me more,” she begged.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Preppy making a quiet move to leave out of the side door. “Prep,” I called out. He stilled. I unwrapped the girl’s legs from around me and took a step back, tucking myself back into my pants. “Why don’t you come over here and take care of this beautiful girl? She says she needs more and I’m not so sure I have much more to give her.”

At first Spring Break Chick was startled of Preppy’s presence in the room and looked at me like she was in shock, but as soon as Preppy stepped into the light, she smiled as if I’d just given her a puppy. He legs were still spread, her wetness glistening for him to see.

Slowly Preppy moved closer and closer, his gaze focused between her legs.

In my mind, I wasn’t just offering to share a girl with Preppy, I was offering him a chance at normalcy. A chance to just f*ck and not be so caught up in the hows or whys of it all.

“Have at her bro,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder I left him to it and made my way back over to the party. I wasn’t ten feet away from the garage when I heard the scream. It wasn’t the kind of scream she’d made when I made her come, but the kind of scream that said “Someone just stabbed me,” I turned and ran back as fast as I could.