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Naomi’s parents went through a very public scandal and divorce when we were younger. Apparently, Charles King gets around town. I’d be surprised if my mom didn’t fuck him at one point, too, judging by the gleam in her eye every time she says his name.

“Yeah, Naomi is so nice, isn’t she, Micah?” Maison winks at me. I told him about our little make-out session, and he’s been encouraging me to hook up with her ever since.

“Enough, Maison,” my dad snaps at him. “We don’t speak about women like that at this table.”

If my dad only knew what Maison and I did to women, or how many of them Maison has been with. He’d be appalled at our behavior.

I keep my eyes glued to my plate, avoiding Olivia. She didn’t know about Naomi. I’m uncertain how she’ll respond to it happening on the same night.

Her foot slides up my leg, and I finally look at her. Her lips are pursed, and she has a dark twinkle in her eye like she’s going to punish me later. Maison is so entranced by his dinner, he doesn’t notice our intense interaction as I meet her gaze with fury of my own, my brows arching in response.

This bitch is fucking jealous.

Olivia Taylor doesn’t own me. I can date who I want.

Fuck this.

I pull my chair out and excuse myself from the table, ignoring my mom when she asks me what on earth is wrong.

Everything’s wrong.

Maison and Olivia head out and I go to the basement to blow off some steam. I might call Naomi over just so Olivia will stay the fuck away from me tonight. This shit is getting weird, even for me.

I shower and lock my bedroom door. Let her chew on that when she comes crawling in later with her panties wet. I fuck around on my phone for a bit before attempting to sleep when Maison and Olivia get back, and I hear her giggle in the kitchen.

Damn, even her laugh is sexy.

That’s something I can’t seem to do. I don’t make girls smile. I just make them cum repeatedly. I falter when it comes to the cuddly boyfriend shit Maison seems to do with ease. Olivia never laughs with me. In fact, I think we’ve only said a handful of words to each other. Everyone will be better if I cut this off—I can’t see this ending well.

I rise from my bed and unlock the door. Who am I fucking kidding? She will want to see me tonight after that look she gave me.

She comes in later than expected. It’s almost 4:00 am by the time my door opens. I stayed awake waiting for her and when I feel her presence at the door, I am beyond irritated. She thinks she’s pulling all the strings with me. I shift in the bed as she stands in the doorway wearing my fucking jersey.

My dick stands on end—damnit. Well played, Olivia. Well played.

I sit up and lean back with my hands around my head. I’m wearing only my boxers, but she’s not looking at my hard body right now. Her vicious gaze narrows in on my eyes, and she juts her hips out and crosses her arms. Her long blonde hair tied to her side in a loose braid. I imagine pulling on it while she’s giving me the blow job I’m about to demand.

“You’re not going on a date with Naomi,” she says.

I arch a brow. “Aren’t I?”

She steps forward, clicking the door shut behind her. “No. You’re not. You’re mine, Micah.”

I pull out my pulsing dick. I might as well get one more blow job out of this. “I don’t belong to anyone, sweetheart. Especially not my brother’s girlfriend.”

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip as crawls up on my bed and kneels at the edge facing me. She lifts her jersey up a few inches, teasing my eyes, and the heat of her gaze nearly has me coming undone.

My cock pulses and twitches, and she smiles. I have to stay strong. I can’t fuck her tonight. I can’t bring her any sort of pleasure.

“I mean it, Olivia. We are done with these games. No more of this shit.”

She twists her mouth. “Yeah,” she says as she leans forward and rolls her tongue along my shaft. “We’ll see about that, Micah.”

She takes me deep in her mouth, and I close my eyes while my body aches from the sensation. I have to grab onto the headboard behind me to keep me in place.

Fuck, this girl can suck.

I involuntarily moan, enjoying the feeling of her taking control like this. After a few minutes, she pulls off me and looks at me. She pulls up her shirt and slides her legs around me, positioning herself to sit right on it.