Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

“All right Yoda, what do I do now?”

She smiles and stands up. “Now we get ready to get our drink on.”

Finally, something I am more than happy to do.

Chapter Two

Blake

I’m sitting out back having a cigarette. I close my eyes and smile when I picture London, but I snap my eyes open and shake my head. Fuck that. That keeps happening and it’s pissing me off. She’s the one that walked out. She’s the one that ignored my phone call. I felt like a pussy the day she texted back because I got so excited. I laughed at the text because it was such a ridiculous response. When I tried to text her back, it said her number was changed. Obviously, she wants nothing to do with me and I need to just get her out of my head. I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve been with a bunch of women, but when it came time for sex, I just couldn’t do it. I keep picturing London asking me to hurt her, and I throw my boxers on and walk out. I even tried getting drunk, but that only amplified the visuals.

As far as anyone knows, I’ve been with these women. The only ones who know are the chicks themselves, and they aren’t going to say anything. They all go around talking about how I fucked them stupid, and I just smile. It’s gotten to the point that I’m getting blue balls. I need sex. Unfortunately, my dick says it needs to be London.

“Hey, brother.” I glance over at Jax as he sits down next to me.

“Hey. What’s the plan for tonight? We still going to Ecstasy?” He better not blow me off. I need to get drunk. He leans back in the seat and lights his smoke.

“Yeah, we’re still going.”

Thank fuck. I grin at him and stare out over the pool. Next weekend we’re having a party and I can’t wait. It’s been a while. Things with Jax are different now that he’s always with Kallie. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them, but I miss my best friend sometimes. We used to do everything together, and maybe that’s why I gave him such a hard time because I knew things would change. I saw what Brody went through. That shit was horrible, and he lost most of his friends when he got together with that bitch. He blew off everyone just to be with her. I don’t want Jax to go through that, and selfishly I don’t want to go through it, either.

“You want to talk about it?”

I pull out of my thoughts and turn my attention to Jax, who grins at me. “Talk about what? Why the fuck are you grinning at me?”

He pulls one last drag of his cigarette and puts it out. “Talk about where the hell your head has been the last few weeks.”

I grin at him and stand up. “The head on my shoulders or my other head? Because one has been all over the place.” I head toward the door, thinking if only he knew I didn’t mean my dick this time.

I go inside and take a much-needed shower. I’m sick of feeling all over the place. I need to put an end to it. I’m Blake fucking Foster. I don’t get attached, and definitely not after one night. I need to find someone tonight—enough is enough.

With my pep talk over, I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I open the door and head to my room to get ready for tonight. As I pass Jax’s room, I hear him talking on the phone to Kallie.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’ll be over after we leave the club tonight.” Obviously I can’t hear her reply, but when he starts talking about how he’s going to make her scream, I shake my head, smile, and head to my room. They really do have a great relationship. They have a great sex life, and I only know this because this house is so small, I hear everything. They talk all the time, and they tell each other everything, which is something I’m not used to. Even though I feel like Jax is my brother, I still don’t tell him everything…example A, London. The best thing about their relationship is they trust each other. They can both be in different states, doing shoots, and they never once question the other one. That amazes me.

I throw a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt on before running my fingers through my hair. I grab my wallet and phone, shoving them both in my pockets, and make my way to the kitchen. Brody and Jax are sitting out back so I go join them. When I sit down, they both look at me and I smile.

“Let’s eat so we can go get drunk,” I say. Jax laughs and Brody rolls his eyes.

“I ordered pizza while you were pampering yourself,” Jax says, grinning.

I flip him off and turn my attention to Brody. “Since Jax won’t be my wingman anymore, I’m counting on you.”

Brody laughs and sips his water. “Wow, thanks, man. I’m your first choice, under Jax and Max, aren’t I?” I can’t help but laugh because the poor guy is right. If Max were coming out tonight, it would totally be him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, you asshole.”

When the pizza gets there, we eat and just bullshit. I have so much pent-up energy, I can’t wait to get to the club and dance, and when we finish eating, I’m ready to go.

“Damn, brother, why the rush?” Jax asks.

I hop up on the counter while Brody is outside on his phone and stare at him.

“I just want to dance and get drunk.”

He gives me a grin and sits down at the table. “Why the sudden urge to get drunk? You trying to block something out of your mind?”

Christ, this asshole just won’t let it go. It’s times like this I hate that he knows me so well. “All of a sudden, I have to have something on my mind to want to get drunk? I just want to have a good time, hopefully find a nice piece of ass to bring home.” I know I’m getting to him, I can see it on his face, but that’s what I am going for, so I grin.

“You know what’s funny? You’ve been bringing home all kinds of girls lately and I haven’t heard shit from your room. So I see it two ways. Either you can’t satisfy them, or you can’t get it up because they aren’t who you want to be with. Now which one is it?”