Blogiversary Giveaway & Sneak Peek of Rich Prick by Tijan

Zeke welcomed us back into the house with a toga half draped over him, a drinking helmet on his head, both straws hanging down by the side of his face, and nothing else. Nope. He had flip-flops on.

Mara giggled, but disappeared into a side room as I kept going. Her hand touched my back, and I knew Mara. This wasn’t our first run around together. She’d stick with the girls for the rest of the night, and if I wanted her later tonight, I just needed to give her the nod. She wasn’t like the other girls. Mara didn’t make demands to be more than a hook-up. It’s why we worked so far, but that chick.

Who was that chick?

“Dude. You forgot your pants.”

Zeke just grinned at me, swaying on his feet. The usual group of idiots were around him. Not that I didn’t really mind his friends, but they were his friends. Zeke was mine. That was about the best way to describe my friendships since coming to FCA. Brian and Branston, brothers, who tended to wade into any stupid fucking fight Zeke liked to pick.

Best friend.

He and I threw that phrase around, but it was more than we should’ve. More than I meant it, anyways. Yeah. Somedays I loved my best friend. I did, but I won’t lie. Some days I couldn’t stand the guy. And he also loved me more than I did him. He liked to use that word a lot too. He meant it in a whole fierce bromance sort of way. He’d felt more on the friendship relationship since I’d been gone to New York. I had buds out there, a few good ones, and right now, as Zeke’s dick was flapping in the wind and two girls were giggling beside him, knowing that one or both had already knelt before him and I was sure the three of them would end up together tonight, I was missing my east coast friends a bit more than I wanted to admit.

Still. Despite being mean, ugly, and slimey at times, he was loyal.

I gestured my head back where I came. “You invite some chick to the party this weekend? Fresh face. Long legs. Blonde hair.” Her eyes. “Green eyes.”

Zeke’s eyes narrowed, but they were glazed over. And the effort made him sway even more erratically back and forth. He belched. “Fresh face? What’s that mean?”

One of the girls laughed. “That means hardly any make-up.” She lifted her top lip up in a sneer before looking at me, and smoothing out her face until she was smiling seductively. “No girls like that are worth our time.” I was close enough now so her hands came over to my arm, and she caressed my bicep. “But I’ll make it worth your time.”

I stared back at her, not impressed. Her name was Penny and she was one of Mara’s best friends. “You know I just came back with Mara.” I looked her up and down, mirroring the same disdainful look she’d just shown a second ago. “What kind of fucking friend are you?”

Zeke belched again before throwing up a hand and pointing at me. His grin was even sloppy. “Fucking friend. That’s what she is. Get it, man?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Because you can certainly get. it. If you know what I mean?”

Yeah. Loyal. That’s why I liked him.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, dude. Like your dick wasn’t just in her today.”

He frowned because he honestly didn’t understand why I’d have an issue with that.

I leaned in. “I don’t share chicks.” Another reason I liked Mara. She kept herself for me and me alone. Guess she was loyal in that way too.

But Zeke’s grin was easy. He was always easy when it came to me. Anyone else said that shit to him and they’d be flattened in two seconds. I almost shook my head, staring at my ‘best friend.’ I was the asshole to him. He was the good friend to me. Why he was okay with me treating him like shit was beyond me, but he was. There were moments where I had his back. Maybe those went a long way, but no. Considering it, that didn’t seem right. Brian and Branston were Zeke’s true followers. They were loyal to a fault. If he jumped over a cliff, so would they. A lot of the other guys were the same. The girls too, now that I was thinking about it. Zeke had this whole school on lockdown. They did what he said, until I showed up.

I had a different opinion, and no matter how many times I voiced it, Zeke never got pissed with me.

I frowned at him, raking my hand through my hair. “Why you so fucking nice to me, man?”

He blinked at me, still swaying, and then a shit-eating grin split up his face. “Because you’re my best friend.”

I sighed. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked, a moment of guilt eating at me. And it wasn’t the first time Zeke gave me that answer, as if it made perfect sense to him.

All it did was make me feel like shit and confused. “Yeah, man.” I jerked my head in a nod, grabbing a beer from one of the girls that was walking past us. She had a handful of them and as I took one, she looked up, smiling coyly and she winked. She wasn’t one of Mara’s best friends (there was a group of four of them with another on the outskirts), but she was still considered in the ‘group.’ And how I knew all that was beyond me.

Not like I gave a fuck.

I held a hand up to Zeke, turned, and tipped up my beer. I took a good swallow as I meandered back through the house. I wanted to find a room, get wasted, and not think again until Sunday night when we had to go back home. Now that sounded like a way better plan than anything else, except maybe getting Mara to ride my dick.

Or that weird chick.

Who was that chick?

Tijan is giving away an audiobook of choice from her titles.