My Girl
Chapter 7

I need to step up.

I don't know what's going on with me and Caleb, but he can't just do things like that and believe I won't do things right back to him.

I quickly grabbed my suitcase, found the spare room, dug through my bag, and found the sexiest pajama set I owned.

He wants to play the teasing game? I can be a tease, I think.

Hopefully.

I pulled out my book, swiped the camera, pointed my phone down, and looked at myself. I picked my black silk set. It actually is sexy as hell.

The shorts are short, and don't leave any wiggle room. If I wiggle too much, my ass cheeks could come out, and my black silk tank stop as a built-in push-up bra.

Yeah, I can definitely be a tease.

I raised my hand and gently pulled the ponytail out of my hair, bent forward, shook my hair a little, and then allowed it to flow against my shoulders.

This should work perfectly.

I headed out of the bathroom and found my brother in the kitchen, warming up the pizza and making a salad.

Good, I'm starved.

“I need help,” he said as he was cutting up tomatoes.

“Sorry, I wanted to change into my pajamas before the movie,” I mumbled, noticed a sliced tomato on the side of the cutting board on the counter, grabbed it, and ate one before he saw.

“It's cool. Help me carry everything towards the dinner table.”

“Okay.”

Being that I used to be a server, I made only one trip to the dinner table from the counter, while it took my brother three. You learn to balance a lot without spilling. It just comes natural now.

“Grab a couple of beers from the fridge, please. I'm going to make sure the doors locked,” Jake said and shuffled out of the kitchen.

I walked across the kitchen and did as my brother asked me and grabbed a few beers. I set them across the table and stepped out of the kitchen and walked back into the living room.

I almost choked when I saw Caleb standing there shirtless, and wearing black sweatpants. I didn't hear him get out of the bathroom.

He turned my way, his eyes raked over my body, and he licked his bottom lip.

Oh yeah, the outfit change was worth it.

I smiled to myself and started walking towards the sofa, which just happened to be where he was standing.

Oh god, those tattoos.

I brushed past him and stood next to the pool table. I remember wanting to play with them when we were younger, and they never let me. It was because I kept scratching the walls and they were getting the blame.

My nose catches the scent of the same body wash that I have used. “You smell good,” I whispered.

I turned around, leaned across the pool table, reaching for the stick, and making sure my ass cheeks were hanging out just a little to give you a little show.

It worked. I heard his quick, harsh intake of breath and his low growl.

“Maybe we can play later?” I asked sweetly as I walked up to him.

I raised one hand, running my long nails slowly down his bare chest, tracing his tattoos. He watches me, biting his bottom lip, and his hands balling into fists.

“You know, I always wondered what it would feel like to get bent over that pool table,” I sighed, licked my bottom lip while staring at his mouth.

His breathing turned rapid. I watched as his chest rose and feel, his eyes once again fully dilated.

A caged animal wants out.

His about to lose control.

I won this time.

“Anyway, Ima go grab some pizza,” I grinned at him before walking away, making sure my ass cheeks shook the whole way.

I walked back into the kitchen. Jake was already sitting down, eating pizza and chugging on a beer.

“Shouldn't you not be drinking on a school night?” I asked and sat next to him.

“Probably not,” he says with a mouth full of pizza.

“Hmm,” I mumbled and grabbed a slice of pizza.

Caleb comes walking into the kitchen, he shoots me an annoyed looked before taking his seat across the table, sitting next to my brother.

“So tell us, Kat. How's it been back home?” Jake asked, before he shoved another bite into his mouth and passed Caleb the napkins.

“They are the same dull people in the same lifeless town. You know I don't have any friends, Jake. I'm not up to the latest gossip. A woman stopped me the other day in the grocery store and asked me about you,” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah, who?” My brother demanded and grinned.

“I don't know. I forgot her name. She has black hair, looked around your age, with green eyes.”

“Kayla,” he mumbled. “Bitch, still after my dick.”

“Nasty,” I shivered, disgusted.

My brother's sexual activities are something I never want to discuss.

His love life?

Yes.

His sex life?

Hell to the no.

Hell to the no times five.

“Anyway. The plan tonight is to not allow Kat to feel lonely,” Jake said, totally and completely serious like it was his most important job.

I mean, he is my brother so, it kind of is part of his job.

“Lord,” I murmured, praying for patience. I didn't feel like sitting on a couch for hours watching them play video games.

“It will be fun,” Caleb grinned and slapped my back.

Asshole.

“What's first then?” I sighed, chewed my last bite of pizza.

If they don't want to slow down on the alcohol on a school night, that's them. It's not my problem.

“I wouldn't drink so much on a school night.” I cautioned.

“We don't have classes tomorrow. The professor is sick,” Caleb shrugged.

“Let's play pool first. We will make it's a drinking game,” Jake suggested.

“Jake, you have zero tolerance for alcohol,” I reminded him. I had to take care of his drunken self so many times over the years.

“Bro, you going to be passed out in a few hours,” Caleb laughed.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you," Jake snapped playfully and flipped us off.