Breaking Shaun (6 page)

Fuck.
I needed to think of something else before I ended up looking even more like a douche bag. That girl had me gettin’ hard from just thinking about her.

When I found some lime wedges on the kitchen counter, I stuck one into the top of my Corona bottle before taking a big gulp. That man had done something to me I didn’t like. He had thrown me off, made me nervous, and brought all of my naughty parts to full attention. That was not a good combination. I was all for living an exciting and adventurous life, but I knew when things were bordering on dangerous, and Shaun was dangerous.

I would like to say all my apprehension around men and relationships revolved around the fear of getting my heart broken, but it wasn’t just that. I liked control because, honestly, I didn’t trust anyone enough to let them have it.

My childhood hadn’t always been easy. I’d been hurt in the past, but that didn’t mean I carried that baggage around with me. I’d learned from my mistakes, and I wouldn’t bury myself in them. Growing up, I had been the responsible one. If Lili had needed help, I had taken care of her. If she’d needed money for clothes or food, I’d made sure she had it. I could take care of myself, too. I’d been doing it for most of my life.

Most of the men I’d been with couldn’t handle being with a woman who didn’t need them, a woman who wouldn’t beg them to stay. If a man wanted to be with me, he would have to add something positive to my life, not give me someone else to take care of. The truth was, I wanted a man to take care of me. For once, I wanted to be protected and looked after. The only problem was that I would have to give up control, and in order for that to happen, I had to know that a man could handle the responsibility. Unfortunately, I’d found that most men couldn’t, and I’d given up hope on finding love a long time ago.

“What was that about?” Nick asked as he walked into the huge kitchen I was standing in.

I shrugged.

Nick studied my eyes for a few seconds before leaning against the counter, facing me. “Look, I’m the last person who should be giving you advice. I mean, I’m with Luke, but I still have days where I question all of it. But if you’re looking for a good time, sex with no drama or strings, I think you just rejected the perfect guy for the job. That’s kinda Shaun’s thing.”

Nick took a sip from his beer as he watched me for a reaction. I rubbed my lips together, trying to decide what to say.

Then, he kept talking, “Unless you want more than just sex with Shaun.”

I scoffed, “I’m not that stupid. That man doesn’t exactly scream boyfriend material. I just think we’re too much alike. It wouldn’t go well. He obviously likes to call the shots, and that’s my job,” I said, grinning, before taking another pull from my beer.

Nick smirked before turning to grab two shot glasses out of the cabinet behind him. As he poured some Patrón into our glasses, he said, “Well, good luck convincing Shaun of that. After what you just did outside, it’s game on. Shaun never goes down without a fight.”

“So, tell me again. Why can’t we have strippers at your bachelor party?” I asked Marcus as I tossed my empty bottle into the trash.

“Hold up. No strippers?” Dank interrupted before chewing on his hot dog. “What the hell kinda bachelor party doesn’t have strippers?”

We both looked at Marcus as I muttered, “My thoughts exactly.”

Marcus smirked and shook his head. “I just want to have a good time with the guys, something low-key.”

“Asia won’t care if we have strippers there,” I argued.

“I never said she would.”

“Well then, why the fuck are you trying to ruin our good time? You might not want strippers, but we sure as hell do,” I said.

All the guys around us nodded in agreement, and I knew Marcus would cave. He had to. I was his best man. If I wanted strippers at his bachelor party, there would be strippers, and he knew it.

“Whatever. You asked me what I wanted, and I told you. The rest is up to you.” Marcus shrugged before taking a swig from his beer.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I said, grinning.

When I turned to the other guys in our circle, I noticed Slim and Dre looking at something over my shoulder. I craned my neck to glance behind me, and I saw Ashley. A blonde with big tits, she had an oral fixation that I never grew tired of. She and I had been fuck buddies on and off for the past year. It was nothing serious, just a booty call here and there.

When our eyes met, Ashley winked at me before leaning over and saying something to one of her friends who was also staring. I lifted my chin and gave them both a wink before turning back to my friends.

“You still hittin’ that?” Dre took a swig of his beer.

I shrugged. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d fucked her, but it hadn’t been too long, maybe a few weeks.

“Her friend, Lacy, told me she’s catchin’ feelings, dude. You’d better watch out before you end up bein’ a baby daddy.” Dank chuckled into his beer.

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s not like that. She knows that I don’t see her as anything more than a good fuck. Shit, she’s the one callin’ me at one in the morning, begging me for my cock,” I informed him as I cupped my junk in my hand through my shorts.

We all laughed.

Dre shook his head. “Booty calls have a time limit, Shaun. Trust me. They all start catchin’ feelings eventually. You better move on to the next one.”

As if on cue, I spotted Natalie coming out of the house with Asia, Nick, and Hailey. I couldn’t stop staring. I watched as she walked to the cooler where she stopped and laughed at something Hailey had said before reaching in for another Corona. My eyes slid to her ass and traveled down her long legs stopping at her sexy shoes. My dick twitched as I pictured those legs wrapped around me.

When she straightened, I let my gaze travel back up her body before stopping on her face. Our eyes met for a few seconds, and I grinned at her until she turned away and focused on my sister. Natalie smiled and nodded as she pretended to listen, but I knew damn well that she wasn’t. I knew because I wasn’t listening to anything the guys around me were saying either.

Just as I was about to turn my attention back to the conversation, I felt a small hand with long nails slide down my back, stopping right above my ass.

“Hi,” Ashley murmured near my shoulder.

Looking down, I saw her standing next to me. I lifted my chin. “What’s up?”

She gave me her sexy smile and bit her bottom lip as she let her eyes glide down my chest and stomach before landing on my cock.

“Nothing much. What’s up with you?” she asked as she peered up at me.

Usually, I would be hard from just anticipating what she could do to me with that mouth, but now that I’d heard the rumor that she had feelings for me, I felt nothing. That was always how it happened. They would get feelings, and I’d lose interest. Despite what everyone thought, I didn’t like leading girls on. It wasn’t as fun for me if I knew when I was done, they would be riding me about when I’d be back, who I’d be with, or what I’d be doing. I did what I wanted, and I didn’t like answering to anyone. I didn’t care if they had a pussy or not.

I shrugged. “Just chillin’ with the boys.” I tilted my head toward the guys in front of me.

She looked at them, smiling. “Hey, boys,” she said, obviously looking for attention.

Some of them smiled, others lifted their chins, and all of them stared at her tits.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and moved to her toes to whisper in my ear, “You wanna come to my place when you’re done here?”

I straightened my back to get some distance, which was easy since she was only about five-five, and I was six-two.

I smirked, so what I was about to say wouldn’t seem so harsh. “Nah, not tonight.”

Apparently, the smirk hadn’t helped much because her eyes hardened, and her body went rigid.

“Why not?” she snapped.

And that was when I knew Dank had been right.
Fuck.

“Do I need a reason?” I asked, turning to face her head-on.

From experience, I knew it was better to just get this shit over with. The more I tried to let someone down easy, the longer it dragged on.

“Well, yeah. You’ve never had a problem with coming over before,” she told me as she put a hand on her bare hip.

Fighting with a Chick 101: When the bitch puts her hand on her hip, she’s getting ready to throw down.

I leaned in closer because I didn’t want to embarrass her, but I needed to get my point across. “I don’t answer to you. And the fact that you’re starting to act like I do tells me we should take a step back.”

I saw a muscle tic in her jaw as her glare turned into a scowl.

“Fuck you,” she hissed before stalking off toward the house.

After I watched her disappear inside, my eyes swept back across the pool where I saw Natalie smirking at me. Obviously my female drama problems were amusing her.

“Told you, dude,” Dank said, calling my attention back to the guys in front of me.

Marcus was smiling at me as he shook his head, and I knew what he was thinking.

These women are starting to become more trouble than they’re worth.