Ignite (The Disciples 4)

What the hell?

“You okay, man?” I look over at Rip who’s walking toward me, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a joint in the other.

I don’t answer him and inhale my cigarette and take the joint. I’m smoking too much lately—another way I know I’m not on my game.

“Look, don’t beat yourself up about all this.” The expression in his sky-blue eyes is not unlike the way I used to look at Blade or even Edge when I would have to give them a pep talk about how it’s okay to lose your balls to a woman.

“Not a word, Rip,” I grumble as I take a drag, not even caring what strain this is. As long as I don’t have to hear pity in his voice, I’m fine.

He laughs. “I’m gonna go fuck Destiny. She wanted me to ask if you want to join.” His eyes meet mine, challenging me.

I should.

I need to.

It’s what I do. I fuck whoever I want. Sometimes more than one girl. Party all night and well into the morning, and I love every minute of it.

My mind flashes to Destiny. She’s a goddamn pro at threesomes. A complete giver. She can take a cock in her ass and one in her cunt and come in seconds. So why the fuck does this not seem appealing?

Rip waits as if this is a test.

But it’s not a test because he knows I have zero interest. “You have fun.”

I hand him the joint and he pats my shoulder as I stiffen. That’s my move. I’ve done it to all the guys when I want to show support, but secretly I’m thinking they’re sad, pathetic bastards.

“Don’t ever pat my shoulder again,” I snarl. Turning, I take the stairs two at a time. She’s not in our bedroom.

The aloe that Amy was talking about sits on my dresser.

“Cookie?” My phone vibrates and I pull it out. There’s a text from Derrick saying he supports all my decisions. That makes me snort.

The next text is from Crystal.

Crystal: You’re a dick. Last straw asshole. U will be sorry!!! Not coming back. Vegas is where it’s at!

Crystal: fuck off and die.

I’ve wanted to do this for years. I block her and hope she’s gone forever.

After years of her shit, bad energy, and all-around being a terrible person, could we actually get this lucky?

Just let Crystal slither away, never to be heard from again. I smirk at the idea that my little princess got rid of her in three weeks, while all of us have been trying for more than fifteen years.

My room is clean. Amy must have straightened up when she dropped off all the stuff. There seem to be two aloe bottles: one straight aloe, the other soothing cocoa butter mixed with aloe.

“Antoinette?” I walk into the other room to find her, then stop, as I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. I open my mouth to say something, but she looks so dejected I can’t help but laugh again. She stands, hair down, wearing one of my old Dicks T-shirts that almost comes down to her knees. She’s fucking adorable and unfortunately beet red.

“Baby, come on it’s only a little sunburn.” I try to hold back a laugh.

“It’s not funny.” She sniffs and tries to cover her face but stops herself as if she realizes the pain.

“Nice shirt.” I stop in front of her.

“Amy said you would be okay if I borrowed it. I can’t wear any dance stuff, or anything tight, or…” She bites her bottom lip and even though she’s favoring the shade of a lobster, with her light blond hair, she’s never looked more gorgeous.

“Here, let’s get you fixed up.” I lift the bottom of my shirt. And she doesn’t even try to stop me.

“That bad, huh?” My eyes take in her naked body. She’s red all over except the small white lines that her bikini covered.

My cock hardens, yet she looks like she wants to cry.

“Let’s get you some Advil and lie on the bed. I’ll massage the aloe in, and you’ll be fine in the morning.”

It’s a lie. She’s still gonna be fried in the morning, but she seems happy with what I said and slowly crawls onto the bed.

Her ass looks fucking hot. It’s red and that little tease of white makes me grit my teeth as I jerk open the medicine cabinet for the Advil.

She sighs and I shake my head. Poor Antoinette. There’s no way I can’t not fuck her. I’m ready to bust out of my jeans. I take off my shirt and unbutton the top button of my jeans, at least trying to give him some room.

I should let her rest. But fuck that. I have something way better.

I turn and open up my buffet and grab the bottle. This might be Rip’s greatest achievement. He perfected this product a couple of years ago. We sell it at only one of our dispensaries and online, although it takes him time to make it, so it’s popular to say the least.