Devour Me

Love Me, Please Ch. 2 Cont.

Jasper

I checked my watch again. Five minutes late. I told them to be on time for once, but I should’ve known better. Zachary and I were leaning against the hood of my car both dressed pretty casual. Jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt.

“You said they were bringing Valerie?” I asked and Zachary grunted in reply. I couldn’t help but snicker. “Doesn’t sound like you’re excited now.”

“It doesn’t matter, she’s not going to be at the bar with us so I don’t really care.” I c****d my head at my friend’s tone of voice.

“But I think you do care,” I hedged. I knew that Zachary and Valerie didn’t always get along, and she liked to push any and all of his buttons. It was really fun to watch sometimes.

“No,” he gritted his teeth, “I don’t.”

I smirked. “Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind her going to Starlight Club tonight and dancing with another man, feeling her up.” He growled and shot me a warning glare. “Look, you f****d once right?” He gave me a stiff nod. “Perhaps you need to do it again, and then she’ll be out of your system.”

“She has a boyfriend,” he said quickly.

“Why doesn’t that bother you?” He was tense and then that’s when I realized it did indeed bother him. Looking at my watch again, I gave a growl of my own. “Where the f**k are they?”

“The number one rule I’ve learned about having two sisters is that the time they tell you they’ll be ready actually means that time plus an extra 30 minutes or so.” His shoulders had relaxed a little bit, and I was glad for it. I heard the front door to their house open and turned to make a retort, but it died on my lips when my eyes fell on Kenna.

I had expected her to wear something elegant, frilly or even something really girlish. But what she was wearing were none of those things. Kenna was wearing a short black skirt that outlined the curves and shapes of her thighs and butt. Her black boots hugged up her calves all the way to her thighs in which there were a few inches of skin exposed between them and her skirt. Her top….shit…her top was a silk black blouse that opened to reveal the V between her breasts and all the way to the top of her navel. And then she wore some sort of jewelry that acted as a bra, outlining the round globes of each of her breasts and coming up between the valley of creamy gold skin. By the looks of it, I don’t think she was even wearing a f*****g bra.

Then my eyes traveled to her face and hair. Her unruly waves were pulled back into a loose half updo and the rest falling in voluminous waves down to the top of her ass. She had a smokey eye makeup done that just seemed to make her eyes pop and glitter with color. And her lips….they were painted a deep wine color.

“You’re not going anywhere dressed like that,” Zachary grunted.

“We are too,” Valerie said simply. I realized then that Zachary was frowning at the way Valerie was dressed, not his sisters. I still didn’t say anything as my gaze lingered on how sensual Kenna looked.

“Why don’t you just escort us to the club then, if you’re so worried Zachary,” Amelia said, amusement clear in her voice.

“We wanted beer,” I said lamely.

“You get beer at a club too.” Valerie’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Yeah, but we wanted a quiet place to drink,” Zachary argued.

“Then let us go to the club by ourselves. Besides, we’re big girls. We don’t need men like you scaring away any potential fun tonight.” I felt my gut clench with…protest. It seemed so did Zachary’s because he was pinning Valerie with a glare I rarely saw him use.

“How about you guys escort us inside and stay for a little while and then, when you’re sure we’re fine, you can go to your bar,” Keena said with pep in her voice. I spoke before I could think better of it.

“Don’t you understand, with the way that you’re dressed, men are going to flock to you like flies. We’re going to have to constantly be shooing them away like the annoying insects they are.” Kenna’s mouth opened and then closed. Then opened again. And then closed again. I realized she was speechless.

“Well, the choice is up to you guys. We’re going no matter what. And how we’re dressed will most definitely bring all the boys our way. Which is what we want. So. Don’t. Interfere.” Valerie punctuated each of those last three words with a poke of her finger into Zachary’s chest. He only stared at her finger where it remained touching his chest. But then it fell away, and she linked arms with Kenna. “Come on girls, let’s go get in the car. If you’re not driving in the next 30 seconds, Zachary, we’ll drive ourselves there.”

“Like hell you will,” he said underneath his breath and I felt amusement at his expense…until I saw the back of Kenna and got a glimpse of just how short that skirt was. I cursed as well.

“Come on, let’s just go. It’s best we keep an eye on them. You know how Valerie can get.” Pushing off the hood of the car, I headed to the passenger seat and attempted to keep my eyes off of Kenna. In the next couple of seconds, Zachary had slid into the driver’s seat and had us pulling out to head towards a night out on the town.