I Promise You (Dare 2)

Cole smirks. “That’s ’cause I didn’t care if she was.”

Kellan glares at Cole for his statement, but the rest of us laugh once again.

“I need some more. Anyone else need something to drink?” Eli asks since he gave his to Kellan.

Shane gets up to follow him up the stairs, ignoring the bar down here and leaving the three of us alone. Kellan still glares openly at Cole, but he ignores him. Either Cole’s oblivious or he doesn’t care.

“What’s your problem?” I ask Kellan, leaning forward and placing my elbows on my knees. Might as well get this out in the open so we can fix this shit. Even if that means dishing it out right here with our fists. Wouldn’t be the first time we knocked each other around. That’s what brothers do after all.

He looks at Cole, but he continues to ignore us as he types away on his phone. Probably looking for his next fuck for the night.

“Nothing,” he mutters and gets up, also running up the stairs.

“He’s pissed at you,” I tell Cole, leaning back into the couch.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replies.

“I think he knows that you fucked Kaitlin. And then the fact that you were just in the closet with Natasha doesn’t look good …”

His eyes meet mine. “Again, I don’t care.”

Kellan brags about every girl he fucks, but Cole doesn’t. Whereas Kellan will show them off at school or have them come to our swim meets, Cole refuses. He won’t give you the time of day until he decides he’s ready to take you to bed. Then he’s done with you. I’m not saying he’s picky; I’m just saying women are only good to be used by him and nothing more.

“I heard Maggie bragging about you guys fucking in the back seat of your Porsche. Bryan is pissed that you fucked not only his girlfriend, Kaitlin, but also his twin sister …”

He snorts. “Bryan is a fucking pussy. If either one of them knew how to use their dicks, Kaitlin wouldn’t have come to me. And I screwed his sister just ’cause I could.”

I smile. That’s Cole for you. Bryan hates that his twin sister is just as big of a slut as his girlfriend is. Eli and I tapped Kaitlin at the same time. Collins isn’t small by any means, but your options are kind of limited at our age. Not quite old enough to fuck the older women in the town so you gotta keep your dick to the school.

“Kellan said you like his sloppy seconds.” I watch him closely to see how he reacts to that. It doesn’t take much to get Cole wound up. He’s always ready for a fight. To throw his fist into something—and whether that be a face or a wall, it doesn’t matter. They’ve been scarred for years.

He takes a drag of his cigarette and then leans forward, stubbing it out in the ashtray as he blows the smoke out. He looks at me and smirks. “Kellan would never say that.” I smile at him. “Plus, the first time I fucked her was in the boy’s locker room last year. Long before he stuck his dick in that.”

I chuckle. “You got me.”

He takes a sip of his drink but pauses when his eyes go over to the stairs. “Did you hear that?” he asks.

Thump … thump …

“Sounds like they’re moving furniture around,” I answer when we hear the pounding on the ceiling again.

Thump … thump …

“What the fuck …?” someone barks. Sounds like Eli.

We both jump to our feet and run up the stairs. Coming up to the landing, Cole shoves the door open, and we enter the large family room and see Kellan’s back pushed into a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the tennis courts in the backyard. A guy by the name of Trenten holds him in place. He’s a senior this year and on the football team.

Eli is on the dark hardwood floor, blood running from his nose, half dazed. Where the fuck are the rest of the guys?

We both storm over, and I yank Trenten off Kellan and shove him away just as Cole’s fist connects with Trenten’s face. He stumbles back.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Cole demands, looking around. No doubt searching for Bennett, Maddox, and Landen. I don’t even see Shane anywhere. Kids of all ages in our high school stand around with drinks in their hands staring.

“He fucked my girl.” The guy points at Kellan, who wipes his face with the back of his hand.

The blonde who was just on her knees for Cole buries her face in her hands in shame while standing behind the cream leather couch.

Cole notices and points at her. “Is that your girl?” He doesn’t even know her name.

I didn’t know she belonged to Trenten.