“Suck it up, Kieran, and let’s go before I leave you in this sweltering bus.”
“How are you even walking right now?” he asked weakly.
“On two feet; let’s go.”
“Carry me.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“You did it for Kiyah.”
Because there is no way in hell I’ll allow Ronan or one of Nori’s finance bro friends do it.
“I’m not carrying a grown-ass man into the house.”
“You’re just jealous.”
My eyes narrowed skeptically. “Jealous of what?”
“That my melanin is popping and you look like the Red Lobster logo,” he said. He held out his arm and pointed at his bronzed skin, which, only eight hours ago, was several shades lighter. Casey had rented a luxury party boat, and we’d spent the last eight hours on Lake Travis, drinking, swimming, fishing, goofing off, and grilling. For the most part, I enjoyed myself. I’d taken Dad’s advice and chose to relax rather than remain alert for the next disaster to happen. I didn’t even stress myself out when I noticed Ronan or that Maverick guy getting all up in Kiyah’s shit. When they got too close, she subtly put distance between them and huddled up with the girls, sans Ruby, to do jello shots or gasp and squeal over whatever gossip they shared. I mostly mingled with my drinking buddy and Casey. Top Gun tried speaking with me about work when I politely told him to “get the fuck away from me.” Kieran choked on his beer, and Casey looked at me as if I’d grown two heads.
Was my behavior untoward? Absolutely. Do I care? Hell no. Sometimes you have to be rude to a motherfucker so there’s no wires crossed. I don’t like him, and I don’t want to get to know him.
Kieran burped, and that time, he leaned over and threw up in a paper bag that once held a bottle of tequila we picked up from the liquor store.
I’m out of here.
Frustrated, I left Kieran on the bus and headed to the rental. Casey had rented a palatial mansion for the evening, which had to cost him five figures. It was over the top, but apparently, there were enough bedrooms for all the siblings to have their ownand a few more for the rest of the bridal party in attendance to double up.
I came upon Daisy and Nori and shook my head as Nori attempted to carry Daisy on her back into the house. She was wobbly on her feet, and it wouldn’t be long before they tipped over like dominoes.
“Do you need help?” I offered.
“I… I… got it,” Nori said through clenched teeth as she sluggishly moved across the lawn. “What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t carry my woman over the threshold?”
“You’re not a man.”
“Your sister calls me daddy,” she answered, voice raspy from day-drinking and shouting excitedly at the top of her lungs.
Is it too late to be adopted into another family?
“On that note, I’ll leave you to it.”
I entered the mansion, barely paying attention to the opulent features and furnishings, and bypassed the finance bros doing keg stands in the kitchen and the bridesmaids, who could still stand dancing poorly to rap music.
“Where’s your buddy?” Casey asked as we passed each other on the stairs.
“Bus.”
“You can’t leave your buddy behind,” he protested as I took the steps two at a time. I didn’t stop moving until I was in Kiyah’s bedroom, locking the door behind me. She wasn’t in bed where I left her.
Shower.
I peeled my tank top off, wincing from the mild sunburn, and dropped it on the floor. I stripped off my swim trunks and grasped my thickening dick as I silently entered the bathroom. We’d planned to fool around after dinner when everyone else went to Sixth Street, but I’d been aching for Kiyah all day after watching her strut around in her white bikini. No one wouldquestion my lack of participation. My siblings were aware that clubbing wasn’t my scene. I preferred a low-key lounge or some hole-in-the-wall bar. No way would I be subjected to a night of drunk college kids. Kiyah already agreed to use her collarbone as an excuse, and with the beating she took earlier, no one would doubt her.
Water streaked down the glass as I watched Kiyah soap her freshly tanned body. I bit my bottom lip and stroked myself, which was crazy considering all I had to do was ask and she’d drop to her knees and suck the skin clean off my dick. I wasn’t much into voyeurism, but there was something sickeningly satisfying about watching her without her knowledge.
“Grant, are you going to stand out there grunting like a pervert with your dick in your hand, or are you going to come in and throw me some?”