Chapter Eleven

Dylan

Brad dropped me back at my place early. He had some old-man business to take care of with his brothers, and I have classes most of the day.

The apartment is quiet. I would expect Vada to be up soon—she has an 8 a.m. class. I drop my bag by the door and kick off my shoes, picking them up and placing them on the shoe rack. Who would have thought Logan was a damn clean freak? He even has phone chargers strategically placed around the apartment. I plug in my phone and decide to ambush Vada and see why she is still in bed.

Twisting her door handle, I decide to announce myself. "I hope you have clothes on, fuckers. I'm coming in, and since Brad isn't putting out, that much skin might excite me."

"We're dressed, Dylan," Roman says as I push the door open all the way. Vada sits up and pulls the sheets higher around her.

I smirk at her and run towards the bed, jumping in between them. "So, was it good? I need details. I'm the only one left with no sex life. I find an old man who has lots of experience and I'm still in a drought." Roman chuckles and slips from the bed in a pair of boxers. "Please put clothes on. That's way too much skin, and I doubt Vada wants to share." I turn to Vada. "Would you want to be sister wives?"

Vada shakes her head no.

"See? My best friend is selfish and won't share."

Roman pulls his shirt over his head and slips back into his sweats. "Better?" I nod and he smirks at me. "I'm going to shower before Logan gets up and uses all the hot water."

Vada and I watch as he leaves, and the second the door is closed, Vada squeals and grabs my hands, letting the sheet fall to reveal her sexy bralette.

"That's cute. Now I need details. Make me jealous."

She sighs. "He was so sweet, and it was amazing. He made me dinner, and we had some wine to ease my anxiety. But it was seriously perfect in the end."

"Did it hurt?"

Vada nods. "I feel like I might be bow-legged. Will you look?"

"I'm your best friend, of course I will."

Vada slides from the bed—she has a bangin' body—and walks across the room, then turns back to face me.

"I think you need to do it again. Your booty distracted me."

She walks back and forth again, and I laugh. She turns back around and flips me off. "I wanted to do it again, but Roman wants to wait until I'm not sore. When are you and Brad going to do it?"

I shrug. It isn't from lack of trying last night. He just won't make a move and keeps saying he wants to make it special. I just think he is scared.

"You would have to ask Brad. I'm thinking I might have to walk into work naked and make him jealous enough to fuck me."

Vada cringes. She hates when I say things like that. "Do you think the sex list scared him away?"

I shake my head. "It couldn't have—he is like forty. Surely he has done everything on the list."

Vada giggles. "He is thirty-three. He isn't that old."

My phone vibrates and I pull it out to see a text from my brother. I have been avoiding him since he hit Brad; he had no right to act the way he did. I'm an adult now, and what I do is my business.

Minnie

Bring Brad to Isabelle's tonight for dinner

I can't believe him; he just thinks he can demand that I go to dinner.

Dylan

New fone who dis????

Not even two seconds later, another text comes through.

Minnie

You know exactly who it is, be there at five.

Dylan

I'm surrounded by old men, 5!!!!! Is it senior citizen night or something?

Vada grabs her towel and waves it at me, and I give her a thumbs up and fall back onto the bed.

Minnie

The girls eat early, just please come. I may have been a little hasty in punching Brad.

Dylan

You think?! I will see what he's doing but I make no promises.

Roman walks back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up at him and groan.

"I wouldn't lie there, that is where I..."

His laughter echoes around the room and I throw myself from the bed. "Well played. I'll be out in the living room."

I close the bedroom door just as Logan walks out of his room with bed head and in nothing but his very tight boxer briefs, yawning as he stretches his hands above his head.

"Morning," he mumbles.

"You should put clothes on," I snap.

Logan laughs. "Why would I do that? I look my best when I'm naked, wanna see?"

"Ye— No, absolutely not. You're saving yourself, and I think I have a boyfriend. Old people need labels apparently."

"And do you want him to be your boyfriend?" Logan asks as he fills a glass with water.

I shrug. "I would more class it as dating, or getting to know him, but I need to get laid. How do I get him to touch me?"

Logan flops down on the sofa beside me and throws his arm over my shoulder. "You have come to the right person."

Logan gives me advice, but I'm not sure how much of it I can use, if any. Vada and Roman come into the living room, ready for class, and Logan removes his arm from my shoulder. "Just think about it," he says with a wink. "Start with something sexy for dinner, or make it known that you're not wearing underwear. Works every time."

Pushing myself up, I head over to grab my bag as Vada moves towards the front door. I should have changed. I smell my pits and shrug—it will have to do. Shit, I also should have called Brad.

Thankfully Vada has agreed to let Roman drive us to campus, at least until summer is well and truly over. Sweat and my arse crack do not agree with each other. I shouldn't have a rash between my cheeks from walking to uni; it's reason enough to drop out.

I decide to text Brad, and if I don't get a reply by lunch, I will call him.

Dylan

My brother's girlfriend has made him feel guilty that he hit you and they would like to have dinner with us tonight.

That should be enough—actually, I should say please.

Dylan

Please, I would really like it if you both got along. He is my only family.

Dylan

He also said we have no choice and demanded it.

His message comes through quickly.

Brad

Of course I will feed bears.

His message doesn't even make sense.

Brad

Be dead

Brad

Be THERE

Dylan

You got THERE in the end.

Dylan

Thank you.

Dylan

Logan convinced me not to wear underwear.

My phone starts to buzz, and I answer Brad's call. "Why is Logan telling you not to wear underwear?"

My laughter at his question makes him grumble out, "Dylan, another man should not be convincing you to not wear underwear."

"It's just Logan, and he had a point. Wait, I thought you were with your brothers?"

He clears his throat. "I am, but the thought of you not wearing undergarments has given me a massive hard-on. I had to excuse myself."

"Would you like me to come and take care of that for you?" I make my voice as sultry as possible. "On my knees, perhaps?"

"Not helping," he says, and Roman and Vada giggle from the front seat. "Can they hear you? Bloody hell, Dylan."

"They can, but they are so loved up and touchy feely today it's making me feel weird. Also, I'm currently wearing underwear, but I won't be tonight. I wonder, Brad, if you'll be brave enough to check when we get to Isabelle's?"

Brad makes a weird noise. "Dylan, you should have told me it was at Isabelle's before I agreed."

I laugh, knowing there is no way I would have done that because he'd have said no. "Sucks to be you. Maybe I should just invite Logan then."

"Don't you dare, or I might spank you."

"That's on my sex list, so I don't think you should use it as a punishment. Add that to the rewards list."

"Hey, give me back my phone, Ch?—"

"Hi, Dylan. Bye, Dylan," Chad says and hangs the phone up before I can even reply.

Roman has found a spot to park when I look up from my phone, so I slide out of the back seat and wait while they maul each other's faces. It's nice to see this side of my best friend. She is normally against PDA, or even touching in general. Something has changed since they had sex, and I want to know how that feels. Operation seduce Brad is a go.

Vada gets out after a few minutes and straightens her shirt; I shake my head at her while I blow a cloud of vape smoke away from her.

"You know that is bad for you," she says with a smile.

"Well, sex is good for you," I throw back, and she looks around, mortified, to see if anyone heard me.

"Dylan," she chastises. "I don't need anyone knowing my business."

We walk into the English building. New Hope University is massive, and it's the uni you want to attend if academics or art is your thing. Unlucky for me, neither are my strong suit.

"No one cares. Nearly everyone here is banging someone—well, except me."

Vada laughs. "Fine, but no talking about my sex life out of the house, please."

I nod as we walk into our classroom, where people are already seated. Vada climbs the stairs, grabbing my hand and squeezing until we are in the centre of the room.

"Can we talk about my sex life, or lack of? What good is my sex list if I can't try it?" I trip over someone's bag and land in a lap. "Hi," I say.

"Hi," he says back, grabbing my waist and helping me back up. I get to my feet and take the seat beside him. Vada huffs and moves one seat to her right, so she is next to me.

"Dylan," I say, holding out my hand. "Sorry about landing in your lap."

"Myles," he says with a smile.

The guy is hot in a football player kind of way. His muscles are a bit too big for my liking, and I'm not sure if he has a complete neck or if it's starting to vanish every time he leaves the gym.

The professor walks in, and he places his briefcase beside the desk in the corner. He starts talking, and I try to take notes, but my sex list comes out. I decide to cross out butt stuff—for Brad, not me.

"I wouldn't be so quick to rule out butt stuff," Myles says.

I look over at him as he smirks at me. " He vetoed the idea," I explain. "He doesn't want me to put anything near his arse."

"Hmm, maybe slip a finger in. He won't regret it."

I snort, and Vada whacks me in the leg. "Shh."

"Excuse me," the professor says, and Vada slides slowly down in her chair. I point at myself, and he nods.

"What can I do you for?" I say, and Myles laughs.

"Care to share with the class what you were whispering about with the boy next to you?"

"I have no shame, sir. I'm not sure it's class appropriate, though."

The professor walks to the middle of the room and motions for me to stand up. I comply with a smile on my face as he continues, "We are all adults here..."

"Dylan."

He nods.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. I crossed off something on my list, and my good friend Myles was convincing me I shouldn't cross it off before I try it."

"Since you disrupted my class, it's only fair that you elaborate."

He is trying to embarrass me, but he is about to realise I don't embarrass easily.

"That I should put a finger in my boyfriend's arse. I shouldn't be so quick to cross it from my sex list."

The class is in hysterics, and the professor's mouth hangs open. "See me after class, the both of you."

He points to Myles and me, and Vada relaxes. "Sorry," I whisper to her.

She ignores me, and Myles laughs. Balling my fist up, I bring it down on his leg and he doesn't even flinch. Damn, those muscles.

The rest of the day flies by. Roman picked Vada up at lunch, as she has no afternoon classes today. I told them I was happy to find my own way back to the apartment.

"Dylan!"

I turn and see Myles running towards me.

"Hey, I wanted to ask if you want to join my study group," he says when he reaches me. "I think the guys would like you. You can invite your quiet friend."

Winnie's voice runs through my head. She has been calling me daily, asking for updates on my life. She insists that I should make more friends, and even though the ones I have made through Minnie and Vada are great, I should branch out.

"I would like that. Give me your phone." He hands me his phone, and I snap a picture of my face and store my contact details. "Message me next time you meet up. I work at Happy's, so we can always meet there. I'm banging the boss... or not really banging, yet." I laugh. "Well, hopefully by the time we meet up, I'm banging the boss. Speaking of, he just pulled in."

"Bye, Dylan."

"Bye, Myles."

I got a text from Brad a couple hours ago asking what time my classes finish. I expected him to meet me at my place and we would head over to dinner. I guess he wanted to come get me, and I can't say I hate having someone who is here to pick me up—not because he is obligated to, but because he wants to.