The Entitled (The Entitled Duet 1)

Oh God, this is so bad. I don’t even have Jax on my side and other than Brance, he’s my partner in crime.

Jay’s phone rings, and I assume it’s Jax, letting him know my fate. I walk into my bedroom, shutting the door, and make my way into the huge bathroom—my one big splurge. I had a contractor come in and knock out a wall so that my bathroom is the size of a bedroom. I love it. It’s my safe haven. My gaze absently drifts over my custom bathtub large enough for three. Separate shower, over by the window. I even had special lighting put in, so that when I put on my makeup, it’s perfect. An extravagant, gold-striped, antique couch sits in the corner. Like a sleepwalker, I make my way to it and sink down.

Jax is obviously exhausted and not thinking straight. I know what I have done is wrong. But he was there. He supported my decision. In fact, if I remember correctly, he helped make it for me. Or did he? Maybe he protected me because that’s what he and Reed have always done. A light tap alerts me that my time is up. Standing, I square my shoulders back and walk out to whatever my future holds.REED

Past – twenty-one years old

New York, NY“Nice shot, Kitten.” I’m standing behind Tess as she bends over the worn green felt of the pool table.

“Why the hell would you wear this skirt?” Growling, I take in her long tan legs as she straightens up.

With a sassy grin, she ignores my question and starts singing “Take on Me,” a shitty eighties song that’s playing on the sound system. Fuck, I love her. My lips twitch as she throws her arms around me and grinds her hips against me.

“Christ, Tess, I’m serious. I can see your G-string when you bend over.” Glancing around the Irish pub, I look to see if anyone is checking out my girl’s goods. Of course they are. You would have to be dead not to. In her defense, we thought we were meeting up with Jax for breakfast. But as we were walking out the door, he called to say he hadn’t even left Harvard yet. So here we are, drunk on shots of Jameson and playing pool at three in the afternoon. Tess pulls my ear to her lips. She smells like vanilla and Jameson. Is there anything better?

“Reed?” she tries to whisper.

I grin because she is so goddamn cute when she’s fucked up.

“Yeah, Kitten?” I wrap my arm around her.

“I want to take you in the bathroom and suck you off.” She’s loud, so the couple next to us stares in shock.

I glare at them but pull Tess close and whisper in her ear to keep it down. “Stop it.”

Pulling away, she stomps her foot like the brat she is. I can’t believe I allowed her out of our apartment in this outfit. Tank top and white Converse complete her gorgeousness.

“I want to be gagging on your thick cock now!” Launching herself into my arms again, she rubs herself on me much like a kitten would.

“Jesus, Tess.” I can’t help but laugh. “I think you’re cut off, babe.”

She glares at me. “Are we going?” She licks her pink pouty lips. Thank God, they’re normal again.

“You want me to get the check? Even though you’re actually winning this game?” I tease, knowing exactly what she wants. But a hole-in-the-wall bathroom is not the right place for Tess to give me a blow job.

Her eyes narrow on me. “We’re not leaving.” Taking my hand, she pulls all six four of me into the small women’s bathroom.

Locking the door, I can’t help but smirk. She’s determined, I’ll give her that. I watch with amusement as she takes in the dirty floor. But she surprises me. Grabbing a bunch of paper towels, she drops them on the floor and kneels down. Her hands go straight for my cock, which has been hard the last hour.

I should stop this. After all, we’re both drunk and deserve better. But I don’t because my balls have been uncomfortable for too long. I almost had a heart attack at the view she presented me with when she leaned over to take that first shot, her tiny black G-string barely covering her pink pussy. Every shot she took on that ratty pool table, I grew harder until I almost picked her up and fucked her on it. But since I’m graduating next month, I’m trying to be good, presentable. Instead, I sent the death stare at every single asshole in the place. Stood behind her like the good boyfriend I am. Guarding what’s mine. No one gets to see her perfect cunt but me.

She pulls down my basketball shorts and moans with delight when my erection springs free.