Book2 Chapter21
I notice the way Caleb is getting trash talked by a female with the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. She has this swagger about her. They are playing pool against one another. She seems to be a foul–mouthed, whiskey–drinking, pool–shooting pro.
She leans over her stick, ass up in the air, a little wiggle of her hips before she shoots her next shot. Crane is behind her staring, along with what I presume are some of his buddies. This female just has it, the whole package wrapped up in a tight red dress that shows her cleavage to anyone looking. I think she’s sexy, the way her hips sway from side to side when she walks. I have to practice that kind of walking. She’s working the pool table, but I can see her working the males up, especially Caleb, who’s giving her his filthy smile every time she meets his eyes. I like how they have their own private language between them, just with eyes and gestures.
Looking over at me, she gives a red–lipped smile, without teeth. I notice the way all these females have something red on, painted
nails, lips, shirt, maybe it’s a flash of red from the bra they have that’s peeking out slightly.
The females love to touch these males‘ shaved heads, and the males love the attention.
I can tell Dallas is getting more comfortable with the wolves he hasn’t seen in years. The way he’s starting to laugh at the memories of his youth.
They begin to telltales of how he was, how they remember him being. A hellion, that’s what he was.
He must have driven his mom to drink with what kind of stories they are telling. How he got dressed up in the summer time in a full ski outfit complete with goggles and snowboarded off the roof into the pool. He would have these huge outside parties in the woods, no adults allowed; he would go cliff diving in the summer time, ski diving, always looking to push the envelope, a risk taker.
I can’t help but laugh so hard, tears are coming out of my eyes, and my stomach hurts from it. He’s looking at me while I’m laughing. I smile at him, and he smiles back. Another kiss to my neck before he tips back his beer, finishing it.
I notice Carson sitting next to another male, thighs almost touching, just a very small space separating them. Very subtly, I notice the hand of the male touch his shaved head. My breath slightly catches as I see Carson look at him before standing up and going to the bathroom.
The male sits there staring at the door, finishing his drink. He sets it down before getting up, looking around, seeing if anyone is watching. He opens the door, sliding inside. I look around the crowd to see if anyone is paying attention, and no one is. They are all lost in their own little conversations.
I wonder if anyone knows his fondness for males?
“Caleb, we leave early. Make sure you’re ready!” By now, that red wolf is on Caleb’s lap, whispering something that he must like because he’s nibbling on her neck.
“I’ll be ready.” He holds his beer up to Dallas before drinking it down and ordering Crane to get him another.
Before we leave, I watch as that male wolf exits the bathroom doing up his pants. He’s flushed slightly, eyes shining.
Carson comes out, checking his pants, making sure they are done up. I watch him look around, seeing if eyes notice. His attention is on me; he knows I’ve seen. He stops mid–step before taking a big breath and turning away from my eyes.
Cash is still sitting in the same spot looking more glazed. His drink of choice now is whiskey. He’s drinking it like it’s water. A female comes over, trying to touch his head. He angles away from her hand. She grabs him by the jaw, pulling his face to hers.
“Grow your hair out then!” She spits out these words before pushing his face away from hers.
Cash drops his head, shoulders slightly bent. Carson, by his side, helps him up to stand. A little stumble from Cash has him almost falling on his face, but his brother is there to catch him before he falls.
He’s taken away, half dragged, half walked. His whiskey voice slurs all his hurt out. Dallas lets my hand go to take his brother in his
arms.
“It was nice to see everyone, but I think it’s time for bed.” He glances at Cash, who’s now barely standing on his own. All the wolves have a look of sadness by Cash’s behavior.
On the way upstairs, Cash keeps muttering to himself about twins, about her. That’s what he calls Kennedy, her.
I think that Kennedy is Cash’s beautiful poison.
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Dallas encourages Cash, “That’s right, lift your leg one more step and we’realmost there. One more step, pick up your leg, Cash.” He’s bombed. I have never seen another wolf so drunk before. This was my first basement party, and I liked it.
Kennedy pulls her door open. Cash’s head is down on his chest. She comes to stand on the opposite side of Dallas, helping to bring Cash to his room. She’s taking some of the weight from Dallas. Their progress is easier with her help. Dallas puts him on his bed, then walks out. I watch as Kennedy starts to take his socks off quietly, unbuttoning his pants, rolling him this way and that so he’s in his boxers. She curls up against him, murmuring softly in his skin. He’s passed out, no hope of a memory of this.
I close the door as soon as Dallas walks out, not wanting to meet her eyes.
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