Hold On Tight(56)

“This shit ain’t Dustin. He has college scouts looking at him. He has a life we can’t imagine waiting on him. He shouldn’t be here, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have Sienna here with him. This isn’t safe.”

Preston chuckled. “Shit always comes back to Sienna,” he said, but I ignored him as we walked up the sidewalk.

A couple of the guys on the basketball team recognized me and called out to me. They were all smashed. I ignored them. They were making a mistake. This wasn’t going to get them anywhere but fucking prison.

I wouldn’t let that happen to my brother.

“Where’s Dustin?” I asked one of them.

“He’s got Kimmy up in a bedroom, more than likely,” someone called out.

Kimmy? Kimmy the blond cheerleader Kimmy? Oh, fuck no, he wasn’t that stupid. She’d slept with Preston our senior year. She’d slept with a lot of my graduating class.

I headed inside and straight up the stairs. Preston was behind me. “He’s a kid. We sure as hell weren’t relationship material when we were his age. We fucked anything that was hot and had a pussy. You can’t blame him for not being satisfied—”

I turned and got in Preston’s face, shutting him up. “Don’t. Sienna is different. We never had a Sienna. So don’t fucking compare that shit. He’s fucking up his life.”

Preston threw his hands in the air and backed up. “Fine. Go knock some sense into him. Not me. Him. I like my face all nice and pretty.”

Preston was hard to get mad at. I turned back around and headed for the first door, opening it and finding some random girl’s tits, and her mouth wrapped around a guy’s dick.

Next room. I swung open the door just as my brother’s name was being screamed by a girl who was not Sienna. Fucking idiot!

“You little dipshit! What the fuck are you doing?” I roared. The girl squealed, and all Dustin did was look back at me and grin. He was drunk. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a goofy look on his face.

“I’m fucking,” he replied, and pumped his hips into the girl, who was scrambling to cover herself. “She’s been wanting my dick for two years. I started giving it to her ’cause she likes it hard and dirty.”

More information than I needed to know.

“Dude, you so need to shut up before he beats the hell out of you,” Preston said from behind me. “Little brother or not, you’re drunk and screwing someone who isn’t Sienna when you know how he is about Sienna.”

“Did you break up with Sienna?” I asked him, trying to figure out why he would be in here with this slut when he had the world in his hands.

Dustin frowned. “Break up with Sienna? Hell no. She’s my girl. Love her. Wouldn’t break up with her for this,” he said, nodding to the girl underneath him, who cursed at him and slapped his chest.

“You can’t love Sienna and do this shit to her,” I told him, still trying to figure out what the hell had happened to my brother.

“Yeah, I can. Sienna’s my baby. Love her. You just gotta be easy with her. She can’t take it hard. Kimmy lets me fuck her in the janitor’s closet at school, and she even sucks my dick in the locker room before a game.”

Shit. Dustin had lost his mind. “Get dressed. We’re leaving. Now.”

Dustin stood up. His dick was still hard, and I saw then that he didn’t have a condom on. Motherfucker!

“Oh shit, he ain’t wrapping that thing up,” Preston said, pointing out the obvious.

“You selfish asshole! You’re cheating on Sienna and you’re not protecting her? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Dustin looked down at his dick and groaned. “Shit. I forgot. I was drinking and she was stroking me outside, and then I was up here and inside her. Forgot about the condom.”

“You gotta tell Sienna. She needs to go get checked. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

Dustin’s eyes went wide. “I ain’t telling Sienna this shit! She’ll break up with me. She won’t forgive me, and I need her. She’s my girl. Always been my girl. Besides, she’s got the best damn titties of any girls I’ve had.”

I took a step toward him, needing to slam my fist into his face, when Preston jumped in front of me and pushed Dustin back. “He’s sixteen and he’s drunk. Really damn drunk. Calm down. You can make sure Sienna gets tested. Just don’t beat the hell out of him while he’s like this. He can’t fight back.”

“No. Can’t tell Sienna. Love her. She’s my girl. Love her. You can’t make her leave me. She’s my one and only. You know. You love her too. We both love her. The Falco boys love Sienna Roy. And her pretty titties. Fucking perfect titties.”