Rhett (Rhett #1)(33)
Author: J.S. Cooper

"I swear if you lay a hand on her, you jackass." I grabbed him around the neck and pulled him towards me. "I will f**k your sorry ass up, mother f**ker."

"I’m so scared." He spit out, but I could see that his eyes were afraid of what I was going to done next. I was so angry that I was about to hit him, but then I saw Clementine walking back towards us with Penelope. I didn’t need to give them any more reasons to make me look bad. I let go of his shirt and stepped back and opened a new can of beer and chugged it all down.

"We’re back." Clementine walked over to me and looked me in the face. "You okay?"

"I’m fine." I looked away from her.

"Hmm." She frowned. "You don’t look good."

"I’m fine." I looked at her briefly and I could see the worry in her face. "I’m fine, trust me."

"Okay." She sighed and looked over at Elliott who was talking to Penelope. "Do you want a beer guys?"

"No thanks." They both shook their heads. I stared at Penelope. She was wearing a black strapless dress with no bra. Her titties were practically popping out the top of the dress. She wasn’t leaving much to the imagination and I saw Tomas staring at her as well.

"Nice dress." I called over to her and looked down. It barely covered her ass and I wondered if she’d worn it deliberately hoping to get laid tonight.

"Thanks." She nodded and looked away from me with a small smile. I stared at her for a second and remembered what Jake had said. Maybe he’d been right. Maybe she was so pissy towards me because she had a thing for me. She wouldn’t be the first one to fall for my baby blues.

I watched as Clementine walked over to Elliott and he stood behind her and put his arms around her waist. He started kissing her neck and I saw his hands moving up and down her stomach and dangerously close to her br**sts. I started breathing heavier as I watched them. What the f**k was Clementine doing allowing him to touch her like that? I saw him whispering something in her ears and she stared laughing.

Tomas walked closer to me and handed me another beer. "Damn I hate to say it bro, but looks like he wasn’t lying. She looks like she’s minutes away from allowing him to squeeze her titties."

"Tomas, I’m warning you." I shook my head at him and took another long sip of beer.

"Yo I know she’s your friend from childhood and all, but looks like she’s finally growing up." He shrugged. "She’s f**king hot as hell. I can’t say I wouldn’t be trying myself if he wasn’t with her. I don’t know how you’ve resisted all these years." He continued talking and I found myself growing cold. I didn’t want to hear about Clementine being hot. I didn’t want to see her letting that douche feel her up.

"Hey Clementine, wanna go and…" I started and she stopped my head before I even finished my sentence.

"Sorry Rhett." She shook her head. "Elliott is not feeling so good so we’re going to go back to his place."

"Go back to his place?" I froze. Was she for real?

"Yeah, we’re leaving now." Elliott grinned at me. "Have fun with the trucks. We’ll be having our own fun." He winked at me and I felt my face growing hot.

"Clementine." I walked over to her. "I need to talk to you."

"We can talk later, Rhett." She shook her head. "You’ve for Tomas and Penelope here. I’ll talk to you later."

"Clementine." I grabbed her arm. "We need to talk now."

"Not now Rhett." She frowned and shook her head. "Elliott and I are leaving now."

"Fine." I turned around and shook my head. "What the hell ever." I watched as they left and I felt empty inside.

"So what you up to tonight?" Penelope walked over to me and gave me a small smile.

"Not much." I shrugged and took another chug of beer. I looked at her and gave her a small smile. Then I made the mistake of looking down and gazing at her huge almost exposed br**sts. "That’s a really nice dress." I stared at her tits for a few more seconds and then back at her.

"Thanks." She blushed. "I figured you’d notice it."

"Why are you such a bitch to me?" I sipped some more beer and asked her honestly.

"I don’t know." She shrugged and looked down.

"Hey guys, my bartender friend just texted me." Tomas interrupted us with a huge grin. "I’m out."

"See ya." I pat him on the back and watched him walking away. "Guess he’s going to have a good night."

"We could have a good night too." She licked her lips and leaned towards me.

"Oh?" I looked into her eyes with interest, wondering what she was propositioning. I needed to keep my mind off of Clementine and Elliott.

"I don’t know, take me out in the truck and we can see where it leads us."

"I’m not going to be able to move this truck for hours." I shrugged and looked around. "It’s packed in the lot tonight."

"Maybe we can just sit in the back and talk then." She asked softly.

"Okay." I nodded and downed the rest of my beer. "Hold on." I grabbed my phone and checked to see if Clementine had text me to apologize for just leaving without talking. There was nothing. I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed her arm. "Come." I opened the door and let her get in first. She slid down in the back seat and I crawled in after her and closed the door. "So what do you wanna talk about?" I stared at her through tired eyes. All I wanted to do was go to bed and try to sleep off my anger. Then I wanted to call Clementine and go off on her.

"I don’t want to talk." Penelope said quietly and I looked over at her and saw that she’d pulled the top of her dress down.

"Alrighty then." I nodded and smiled. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don’t have any panties on either." She grabbed my hand and pushed it up her dress. She pushed my fingers against her naked pu**y and I felt her wetness.

"You don’t shave?" I asked curiously and pulled my hand away, a bit turned off by how easy she was being.

"Do you really care?" she moved towards me and tried to kiss me. I avoided her lips and moved to the side. I felt her hands rubbing the front of my pants and I closed my eyes. I stared feeling like shit, but then I remembered Clementine and Elliott and the hurry they were in to leave. I felt Penelope unzipping my jeans and pulling my c**k out. Her face fell to my lap and yet I couldn’t get hard. I sat back and tried to relax, but I just wasn’t feeling her. I tried to imagine it was Clementine’s face in my lap and I felt myself hardening.