Chapter 20. Distractions
“Do you know what the hell they were fighting about?” Mason asked me.
“My guess is as good as yours,” I lied. I had a pretty good idea of what they were fighting about. The party was at Ryder’s house tonight. He managed to clean his face up and play the rest of the game; it was impressive, considering the beating he took.
“They’ve both been acting weird as fuck,” Mason said. “Especially, Avery, like for a few months now. He didn’t even come to the party. After he beat the shit out of Ryder, he went out on the field and started throwing the balls and running them like a mad man.
I laughed. “He’s probably still angry at Ryder. Maybe you three need couples therapy or some shit.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to go find Claire.”
The clock on the wall stroke midnight. Everyone danced and drank. Most of us were drunk an hour ago. I was getting to the point I had enough. My head spun as I walked to the garbage. I threw the empty bottle in it.
I had sent Avery a couple of texts and asked him where he was and that people were asking for him, but he ignored me. Earlier, I was angry at him. I told him to leave Ryder alone. It amazed me that Ryder kept his mouth shut the last three hours. The anger I felt toward Avery had disappeared. I was probably just too drunk to care.
As I walked down the hall trying to find a bathroom, a hand grabbed mine, and I was pulled into a dimly lit room. “What–” I stopped. “Ryder?”
“Can we talk?” he asked.
“About what?” I asked.
“Look, I’ve known about Avery and you. I saw you two kissing at a game a couple of months ago,” he said. “I wasn’t going to say anything to Mason, but I really think you should. Avery went about it all wrong. It just seems like maybe he’s using you. He’s an all-star quarterback and was named the best quarterback in the state. We would never have made it to state three years if it wasn’t for him. Avery is what makes this team so good. The team before us didn’t come close to the state championship, and I bet anything that Avery will win it.”
“What’s your point?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Considering who he is, I just don’t think he would date a sixteen-year-old. He could have older girls or girls his age. Hell, he could probably date a fucking model if he felt like it,” Ryder said. “He won’t stay with you. Avery doesn’t stick to one girl; everybody knows it. On the other hand, I genuinely like you, and I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hide you from your brother or anyone. Why would you want to date someone who doesn’t want anyone knowing about you? It’s like he’s ashamed of you or something.” Ryder swept the back of his fingers across my cheek and stared into my eyes.
I shoved him back, and he staggered. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes. “God, you are so fucking stupid. Do you know what’s funny? I almost felt a little sorry about your face getting mangled. I’m guessing you provoked him, didn’t you? I told him what you said, and he wanted to kill you. However, he managed to make it all week and half of that game without hitting you; then suddenly, he is beating the shit out of you. The thing is, it’s not Avery who wants to hide it; it’s me,” I said. I turned around and sprinted out of the bedroom.
Several people asked me what was wrong as I made my way to the front door. I was several miles from home, and I was too drunk to walk that far. I pulled my phone out and called the only person I could.
“Hello?” Avery asked.
“I’m not coming to the stupid party,” he said.
“That’s not what I was going to say!” I snapped.
“What then?” he asked coldly.
“Come get me,” I said.
“What? Why?” he asked, confused.
“I’ll tell you when you get here,” I muttered. I ran my fingers through my hair. “Please, just–”
“Alright, yeah. I’m coming,” he said.
“Yeah,” he sighed and hung up the phone.
Tears built in my eyes as I lowered the phone. My chin trembled. It seemed harder than usual to put one foot in front of the other. I knew he would see me walking up the road, and I didn’t want people to see me getting in his truck. Why should it matter, right? Ryder knows, which means soon everyone will know.
I thought about everything Ryder said. I knew he was right, and I hated it. Avery could have any girl. It didn’t make much sense for him to want me. It was sure to end in heartbreak, and I walked right into it, willingly, knowing the end result.
After a few minutes, I heard the growl of Avery’s truck, but it wasn’t visible yet, which made me chuckle. I wiped the tears away.
Avery pulled the truck up beside me.
I climbed in and closed the door. I thought again about what Ryder said. “Hell, he could probably date a fucking model if he felt like it. He won’t stay with you.” The memory made me angry. I flipped the center council up before Avery could even put the truck in drive.
Avery looked at me, surprised, and he swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Instead of answering him, I gripped a fist full of his hair and forced his lips to mine. I crawled into his lap, and my ass hit the steering wheel. The horn blared.
Avery moaned and grabbed my face between his hands. He forced me back and stared at me, breathlessly. “What the fuck got into you?”
“Nothing,” I said innocently.
“Why is your mascara running down your face then?” he asked.
“Uh-oh,” I murmured.
“Mhm,” he hummed and nodded. “Did he–”
“You know who,” Avery barked. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” I scoffed. “not physically,” I added in a whisper.
He gritted his teeth.
“Let’s just go,” I said. I crawled off his lap but stayed close to him.
He sighed and pulled the truck away from the side of the road. Avery’s phone started to ring as he turned the truck around. He grabbed it. “Great, it’s your brother,” he said.
“Answer it,” I said.
Avery shook his head but answered it. “Yeah?” Avery stayed quiet for several seconds. “He was just saying stupid shit. Blaming me for the game.”
“Hmm,” I hummed. I ran my hand up Avery’s thigh.
Avery looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.
Fuck me; I love that expression. I gave him a devious smile. I unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them quickly.
Avery’s eyes widened, and his lips parted. He shook his head at me, giving me a meaningful look, but I was too far gone to care that he was telling me no.
“Look, I’m not coming tonight. Maybe, the next party. I got too much of a headache to get drunk,” Avery said. He didn’t sound half as angry as he did a minute ago. He bit down on his lip while I pulled his cock out of his boxers.
I batted my eyelashes at him, licked my lips, and smiled.
“Damn,” Avery grunted.
My tongue swirled around his tip before taking him completely in my mouth.
Avery groaned. “No, sorry, I banged my knee. Man, I really have to go.” His hand tangled into my hair. “N-no,” Avery stuttered. “We’ll hang out tomorrow,” Avery said through gritted teeth. “I’m not mad at you.”
It was hard not to laugh, but I couldn’t have anyway because my mouth was full. His cock grew hard in my mouth. My fingers slipped under his shirt.
“Bye,” Avery said. “Holy fuck,” he groaned.
I looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “It’s kind of hot watching you struggle.”
“I’m glad you found that amusing,” Avery muttered. He threw his phone onto the dash.
I climbed down onto the floor of the truck.
“Wait,” Avery started.
My lips wrapped around his cock, and he groaned again. My hand slide up his shirt, and my nails dug into his chest. A moan builds in my throat.
“Baby, you’re making it really fucking hard to drive,” he said between groans. He knotted his fingers into my hair. “That feels so fucking good.”
My phone rang.
I pulled it from my pocket and handed it to him.
“Um, it’s Peyton,” he said.
I pulled away from him so I could speak. “Tell her if Mason asks I’m at her house. She didn’t go to the party.” I brought his cock back to my mouth and moved my tongue down and around his shaft.
“Fuck, you can’t expect me to talk to anyone like this,” he muttered.
“You can do it, baby,” I said.
He moaned again before answering the phone.
“Hello?” he asked breathlessly. “Yeah, she’s with me. She’s fine. If Mason asks–” he stopped. “Exactly.” He tossed the phone down into the seat. “Damn, babe, you’re making it hard to drive.”
When I glanced up at him, he had his head tilted back, and his face was filled with pleasure. I moved my head faster.
“Fuck,” he grunted and shuddered. His hand tightening in my hair. He released in my mouth.
After swallowing every drop, I pulled away from him and smirked.
“Damn, how drunk are you? Next time wait until we get to the house. Amazingly, I didn’t crash. I was all over the damn road,” he said.
A giggle escaped me.
He smiled and shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
A moment later, we pulled into his driveway. He fixed himself and climbed out of the truck. He grabbed me out of the truck and pulled me inside.
A bunch of boxes lined the wall of the mudroom. “What’s all this?” I asked.
“Come on, I’ll tell you about it,” he said and pulled on my hand.
We went up to his loft. His bedroom and loft were the same; nothing was missing as far as I could tell. We sat down on the couch.
Avery grabbed a joint from his ashtray and lit it. “Jay and Mom are getting a divorce. Mom doesn’t want the house, but Jay does. Jay doesn’t know that Mom doesn’t want it. Once court is over, Mom is going to sign it over to me. I’m not sure how the fuck I’m going to deal with it, though. That is all, of course, if Jay doesn’t win the house.”
“He couldn’t win it. It was willed to go to you between your parents years ago,” I said. “Your dad paid for this place.”
“I know that,” he said and sighed. “That doesn’t mean much to a judge, though.”
“It fucking should.”
“They didn’t sign a prenup when they got married. What was his was hers and vise versa. The house and everything else has to be decided,” he explained. “That’s why I’ve been so distant the last week. I found out that day that Mom caught us in the kitchen.”
“Wow,” I said and shook my head. “I’m sorry.”
He offered me the joint.
“No, I’m messed up enough,” I admitted.
He chuckled. “That’s kind of what I thought. So, did you give me head to distract me? Did you think that would work?”
“Well...” I trailed off. “I mean, it was working at the time,” I said and shrugged.
“Why were you crying?” he asked.
I sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Why doesn’t it?”
“It’s a conversation we have had at least a dozen times. It’s the conversation that you hate the most,” I muttered.
He leaned back against the couch and covered his face with his hands. He rubbed his face fiercely. “Other girls? Really? I thought we were fucking past that shit, Stormie?”
“We were. I mean, we are,” I corrected.
“Apparently not,” he said.
“Ryder brought it up,” I muttered. “He said some crap.”
“Explain?” he asked.
“What’s the point? It’s everything you already fucking know. You’re everything, and I’m nothing,” I said and threw my hands in the air. “You’re going to be a famous football player, and I’m going to be stuck here! The media will expect you to have some hot model type wife, not someone like me and–”
“God, damn it!” He ran his hands through his hair and stood up. He spun around and narrowed his eyes at me. “Would you fucking stop!” He bent over me, placing his hands on my thighs. His nose an inch from mine. “I’m in love with you, Storm! I don’t fucking want anyone else!” He shouted.