Page 8 of Disobedient Pawn

“Put me down, you asshole,” she yelled as I opened the sliding glass door.

“A good rule ta rememba is never piss off a McCoy, especially in his own home.”

“What are you doing? No, don’t you dare,” she shrieked, struggling in my hold.

“Heads up below, we got a live one comin’ down,” I bellowed. The couple making out in the pool looked up and laughed as I tossed Pam’s screaming ass over the balcony into the water below. Fuck I wished I had that shit on film. The way she reached for the sky like she was going to sprout wings, her skirt lifted over her ass, giving everyone around a show. It was a work of art.

Nash came out of the sliding glass door laughing as hard as I was. “Dude, that was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen,” he said as we leaned over the glass balcony to watch a drowned rat version of Pam pull herself from the pool as everyone outside laughed.

“I hate you.” Pam shook her finger at me, her makeup running down her cheeks. “Noooo, my phone,” she cried as she pulled it out of her bra and held it up by two fingers. Nash was laughing so hard he had tears running down his cheeks.

He clamped his hand down on my shoulder. “I knew it was a great idea bringing you into the group.”

“Aye,” I said, my accent thicker with the heavy drinking. “Ya also knew that I was da fastest backstroker ya’ve ever seen. Smart move puttin me on da team.”

“Yes, it was.”

With the excitement over, we turned back to the game room that doubled as my Da’s office when he was home. The two girls Nash had brought with him were leaning against the open door.

“Do either of ya two ladies mind gettin' fucked in front of da other,” I asked, and they shook their heads, a wicked smile spreading across their pretty faces. They giggled as we walked toward them. I grabbed the one closest to me around the waist and carried her to the couch.

“Such a gentleman,” she said, making me laugh.

“I can guarantee that has never been said about me.” Plunking down on the couch with the girl in my lap. “Yer gonna have ta take dat off.” I pointed to the condom still on my cock. She made a face, and I thought she would argue, but instead, she grabbed the edge and peeled it off. “Nash, pass dat trash can by ya.”

“Here.”

“Tanks.” I held it for my nameless girl. She didn’t have any problem stroking her prize with the thin rubber out of the way.

“I did tell you Pam would be trouble,” Nash said as he sat down beside me. “She’s the clingy type. They all are from Sacred Heart Academy. It’s like they breed them to seek out men to fuck and marry and then get pregnant.”

“Well, I got meself a couple good blowjobs out of da deal first. I call that a win.”

The nameless girl crawled onto the floor between my legs, and I groaned as she slipped me into her mouth. I could’ve asked her name, but what was the point? I had no intention of ever seeing her again. Dating was not allowed according to my Da, not when you’re entire future has already been planned out, including who the fuck I was supposed to marry. Who the hell still forced their son into an arranged fucking marriage with some cunt on the other side of the world? The stupid McBride girl would be here sometime next year to finish off senior year with me—a get-to-know-me period or some shit.

I would let her get to know me alright, then send the bitch packing right back to Ireland. I had my own plans, and they didn’t include my Da’s vision of having grandbabies by the time I was nineteen to carry on his legacy.

“Hey man, I have an errand for you to run tomorrow,” Nash said, smacking my chest.

“What’s that?” I wrapped my nameless girl's hair around my fist and shoved down hard. I snickered as she smacked at my legs and gagged. Nash laughed, but the girl working his cock over was smart and removed her mouth before he could do the same.

Releasing her hair, she came up for air, spitting mad. “You asshole, I could’ve choked to death.”

“And what a way ta go it would be,” I said. “Well, come on, get back ta work. I don’t have all night.” I actually did have all night, but that was beside the point. “So what is it that you need?” I turned my head away from the girl on the floor, knowing she’d continue. That was the perk of coming from a wealthy home and being one of the Kings of Wayward Academy. You could do almost whatever you wanted as long as you kept your grades up.

“I need to attend a boring board meeting tomorrow after classes, but I have the weekend’s shipment of party supplies arriving.” Nash smiled.

“No worries, I can take care of it, just like…whatever her name is here is taking care of my cock. With sloppy efficiency.” I smiled as the cute brunette made an angry noise with my cock still buried deep in her mouth.

Nash laughed hard. At least someone appreciated my jokes.

Loud banging started on the wooden door. “You fuckers better not be in there having sex! I swear I’ll tell Coach.”

Despite the loud music, Theo’s annoying voice penetrated the room. Both Nash and I groaned, but not for a good reason.

“Man, stop being so fucking extra all the time!” Nash yelled as he forced the girl’s head on his cock to move faster.

“Not gonna work, man. The race is over.” Slumping, I punched the couch and stood.