Page 5 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
“My flight got cancelled.”
Wide-eyed, he looks past me to Cal’s room and then back to me. “Does he know you’re here?”
“Not yet. Just wanted to drop off my luggage first.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my hand and tries to pull me back to the stairwell. He starts talking really loud, practically yelling. “It’s probably locked. You know how Cal gets when we have people over. Here, let me call him on the phone. He’ll be so excited to see you, Sienna. We’ll track him down first. He might’ve made a beer run.”
What the hell? Why is he being so weird?
I roll my eyes and shrug out of his hold as I reach for the door. The handle turns. “See, it’s unlocked.”
“Sienna, wait—”
After flipping on the light by the door, I freeze.
I... what... oh, my God.
My heart pounds so hard, I think I might throw up.
My eyes scan the room like it’s a crime scene.
Solo cups everywhere and a half-empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand. Lacy, hot pink and red underwear on the floor next to the comforter. At least three people on the bed. No, make that four.
Three of whom are women.
They’re naked.
And they’re all servicing my boyfriend, who is reclined like a king as someone gyrates on his fucking face while two girls work his dick.
He must shove the pussy off his mouth to talk because he yells, “Get naked and join us or get the fuck out!”
His slurred voice makes my skin crawl.
Derek grabs my shoulders from behind. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I push him off me and wait for Cal to stop his orgy for two damn seconds and notice I’m standing here.
When he doesn’t, some switch in my head flips, and I go from devastated to red-hot raging.
“So anyone can join in? Don’t you have a girlfriend, Cal?”
I hear his muffled laughter. “Sienna’s not long-term. She’s just a really great fuck.”
Just a really great fuck.
My mouth falls open, and I stand there frozen as my heart shatters into a million tiny shards.
I quickly wipe away the tears that escape, noting how none of the girls pause in their ministrations.
That’s when I flip out. “You know what’s really great? Picking your shit off the front lawn in the rain. Compliments of the ‘great fuck.’”
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve flung open the window by his desk. The first thing I send flying is his precious laptop, quickly followed by his textbooks, phone, and iPad. Hope they all land in big puddles, fucker!
Vaguely, I hear Derek mutter ‘oh, shit’ as I lose it.
“Hey, it’s cold,” one of the dick-lickers says between moans and giggles.
I swipe my arm across the desk and send whatever remains crashing to the ground.
