Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(45)
“Relax, man. It will only hurt for a little while.” With a grunt, I push my hips forward, watching my wide crown disappear inside him. The sensation feels so good, it’s all I can do not to come on the spot.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.”
His body goes slack, and when I look down, I notice a large wet spot underneath him.
He already came.
*
Cain isn’t next to me when I wake up the next morning.
When I call his cell to see where he went, he tells me he’ll see me at school later.
Which is why I think nothing of it when I catch him in the locker room after seventh period rummaging around for something in his locker. His back is to me, but I notice he’s donning his usual polo shirt and khakis.
I run a finger up his arm. “How are you feeling?”
He tenses. “Fine.”
On one hand, I’m happy he’s back to normal. On the other, I’m worried he’s back to normal. It will just empower his father to do it again.
“Back to business as usual then, huh?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
Looking around to make sure we’re alone, I take a step closer to him. “I told Kristy not to come tonight. Figured you should take the night off.” I close the distance between us and my hand slowly makes its way to the front of his pants. “You can still come over and—”
An elbow to my stomach makes my head whirl. “What the f—”
“What the fuck is right.”
I can feel the color drain from my face. No black eye or split lip. He’s not Cain.
“Man, I heard you were a freak but—” He stops mid-sentence, his face lighting up. “Holy shit.” He starts laughing as he looks between me and the locker. “You thought I was my brother, didn’t you? This is…wow. I knew he was spending time with a buddy lately, but I didn’t think it was that kind of buddy.” He laughs harder. “Wait until my dad hears about—”
My hand is around his throat before he can finish that sentence. “Listen to me, you sick fuck. Whatever’s going through that perverted head of yours is wrong.”
“Really? Because it sounds like you and my brother are—”
“Hanging out with girls and partying? Christ, I know you’re a nerd, but it’s nothing to get your panties in a twist over.”
“Wait, he’s been partying with you lately?”
Removing my hand from his throat, I pull a bag of weed out of my pocket. “Yeah, sometimes we get really freaky and smoke the devil’s lettuce. Which is what I was trying to discreetly slip you—or rather, your brother—before. My dad just paid a shit ton of money to clear up my last incident, I don’t need to cop another. Know what I mean?”
He nods. “Yeah. I mean no, but yeah. Makes sense.” He rubs his neck. “Didn’t mean to insinuate you were a faggot. My bad.”
Too bad I’m a long way from done. He’s not leaving this locker room without me fucking up his perfect life. I consider it foreplay for the ass-kicking I’m going to give him when he least expects it.
I smirk as I recall who his girlfriend is. “By the way—tell Kim I said hi.” I lean in like I’m about to tell him a secret. “Between me and you, her halitosis combined with that hairy mole on her face is off-putting, but if you give her a mint and close your eyes…her blow jobs aren’t all that bad.” I fix his collar. “Then again, why am I telling you this? I’m sure you already know.”
“Kimmy would never fuck you,” he deadpans. “She’s loyal to me.”
He’s going to make a great politician. He’s so convincing, I almost believe the words out of his mouth.
Unfortunately for him, Kimmy isn’t as loyal as she pretends to be.
And unfortunately for Kimmy, she fucked someone with a near photographic memory who pays attention to details.
“She’s got a birthmark shaped like Alaska on her ass. Her nipples are a deep rosy pink. Around the size of half-dollar coins, probably the most attractive thing about her.” I rub my forehead. “There’s something else…oh, that’s right. I popped her cherry back in…” I snap my fingers. “February. In the library. Fiction section. She’s a huge Jane Austen fan.” I roll my eyes. “Then again, aren’t they all?”
His jaw drops. He honestly looks so hurt it’s downright hysterical.
I wince. “Ouch. She probably told you it was a tampon or bicycle incident, huh?” I blow out a breath. “Damn. These hoes just ain’t loyal after all.”
His jaw tics. “That fucking bitch.”
“Yeah, man,” I say as he rushes past me. “You go let her have it.”
Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I shoot Cain a text.
Damien: Weird incident with your brother in the locker room today. Long story short, I thought he was you. Don’t worry, I covered. But if he brings it up when you see him, go with the flow. We party and fuck girls.
Chapter 25
Cain
Past…
“I knew that asshole was lying,” my brother sneers, holding up the phone Damien gave me. “Kim’s gonna feel like an idiot at school tomorrow when I tell everyone she cheated on me with a homo.”