Sin City Baby

“According to Mom, he heard Jane and Theresa giggling over you one night or some shit. Said my sister was talking about kissing you. She had a teenage fucking crush, and my dad lost his shit over it.”

For some reason, the thought of Theresa fantasizing about kissing me even all those years ago, made goosebumps prickle my skin. She’d been an awkward kid, but there had still been something about her; something that told me she’d been a knockout when she grew up.

I shook my head and let out a sigh. “Well, I did fine for myself. No reason to worry about me now,” I said.

“Yeah, that car out there tells me you’re doing just fine.”

“Don’t like it parked next to your Ford Focus?” I asked with a grin.

“It makes my dick look very small, yes. Want another beer?”

“Gladly. And I’ll buy the next case.”

“And you’ll get the fancy shit, too, you rich bitch!”

I chuckled and tossed my empty bottle to Hollis. I turned my head and looked across the road just in time to see a car pull up. I cocked my body and slung my arm over the couch, watching as a curvy leg stepped out of the car, followed by a beautiful head of curly brown hair, thick thighs, and a chest that made me salivate.

Theresa.

Holy fuck had she grown up. And I’d been right.

She was fucking gorgeous.

“Catch,” Hollis said.

I turned around and caught the bottle in my hand before I settled back down onto the couch.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked, trying my damndest not to think about how much I’d like to make Theresa my meal.

CHAPTER 5

THERESA

I deserved a damn peace prize.

My restraint at the banquet was herculean.

My father was going on about all sorts of stuff I didn’t care about, and riding home with him only to be footsteps away from Grant was enough to make my head explode. I saw his car still in the driveway, and it took all I had to get in my own car and drive off.

I woke up the next morning and took an extra-long shower. Ike was off to work, and it was the last day he would be staying with me. I dried myself off and slid into a pair of fitted jeans and a top that showed off the size D boobs that had finally shown up my senior year of high school, then put on a bit of makeup to compliment my eyes. I went downstairs and grabbed a casserole dish I’d been meaning to return to Hollis anyway. I thought it made a perfect excuse to go to his place. I would act surprised when I saw Grant, just to sell it. The last thing I needed was for my brother to know I was only there to see his best friend. I’d never hear the end of it.

The dish would get me in the door and give me a glimpse of Grant.

Just a glimpse. That was all I wanted.

I pulled into the driveway and didn’t see Hollis’ car there, but I figured it was probably in the garage. Grant’s car, however, was sitting right where it had been yesterday, the sun bouncing off its spotless wax job.

I knocked on the door and waited for my brother to open. I shuffled from foot to foot, wondering h

ow bad an idea this was. I was dating Ike, and there I was, pining for a look at some guy I had a stupid crush on in high school.

But I mostly needed closure.

I needed to know that my father kicking him out hadn’t hindered the success I knew he would have in life. Even though his car could’ve told me that.

And a silly part of me prayed that he’d look nothing like I remembered. Maybe a couple extra pounds around his once chiseled abs. And, if I was lucky, thinning hair on his head.

I was starting to think that it was a bad idea to be there. I turned around and went to head back to my car when I heard the door open behind me. I whipped back around and smiled, ready to shove the casserole dish at my brother.