Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Matt

The party starts closer to evening. When my dad is gone, I like to party and make a hell of a mess by the pool.

Chicks in open bikinis flaunt from the bar to the DJ, guys pave the volleyball court. There's plenty of room, so there's enough to go around. Club music rips with soft beats, creating an atmospheric backdrop so you can have a normal conversation.

Kurt, Red's Rottweiler, scurries across the lawn, and when he sees me, he starts twirling his cropped tail and rushes toward me. I love this beastie. People try to bypass him, because the guy can be unpredictable, but I know this devil from his first steps. Red and I took him from Mia, who didn't care about her baby bitch. The animal lived with me for a while, and when I had to leave for the clinic, I gave him to Alex. I don't intend to take him back now, as the two of them seemed to get along quite well.

His drooling face pokes my palm, and I crouch down and rub his ears.

"Oh, you beast!" I laugh as his tongue is in my face. " Stay!I said, stay! "

"Having fun?" The redhead chuckles as he watches us play, then hands me a glass of Coke. "Are you sure you don't want something stiffer? "

"I don't want to yet" I straighten up, and after lighting my cigarette, I take my glass, "I'm clean."

"I got that. But whiskey is not dope."

"Whiskey first, then dope. I don't want to."

The redhead nods, remembering exactly how, a few months ago, I was getting wasted and he had to drag me out of the cesspool clubs. I have no desire to go down that road again.

"Hey, Cash, Red, you want to play?" Sergio calls from the makeshift court and tosses the ball.

I cast a glance at the exit of the house. I caught myself thinking that I'd been waiting for Reenah to show up for half an hour. The party started an hour ago, and they're still not here. It's doubtful that the savage decided not to come. As I've learned, she's a fan of events like this. Is she getting ready for me? A tsunami of anticipation runs beneath my skin as I imagine the beastie coming out in a fucking thin-strap swimsuit. I'd already seen her in shorts and even a thong, but that didn't make it any less of a lust.

I turn away, and as I pass the bitches, I slap two of them on the butts. The silicone dolls laugh and immediately run away when Kurt barks at their disgusting laughter.

"Good one, boy! Serves them right" I laugh and, setting my cup down on the table, join in the game.

Ten minutes of what I call warm-up, playing at half strength to warm up my muscles, and when I serve the ball again, I notice the guys suddenly freeze at the same time. My big serve hits Sergio right in his head.

"Aw, fuck," The jerk yells.

"You should be playing, moron, not looking around."

"I'm not looking around."

The guys start hooting, looking in the same direction. I trace their drooling glances.

Rie walks along the pool like an Amazon. The first thing that catches my eye is that she's not wearing a fucking slutty swimsuit. The flat belly is hidden behind a piece of tailored black fabric. She chose it on purpose, throwing back at me, but she was wrong, thinking she'd look like a nun in a convent.

The swimsuit is one-piece, but it's tight underneath, cutting into her smooth crotch with its thin fabric, making all the dogs around me drool.

I can hardly take my eyes off the taut body to confirm my own hunches. I glance around the boys and snicker. There's about to be a parade of twelve dicks saluting with cum fireworks in her honor. And I'm no exception, by the way. I'll march first, since my boner is already actively banging its head into my shorts.

"No, you jerks!" I yell to the boys, who immediately start laughing. "This savage is mine, so get the drool off your chin and go join the purebred bolognese."

I turn my eyes back to Rie. The girl takes a glass of champagne from the table and empties it in a gulp. Is it just me, or does she shoot up a lot? I've never seen her without alcohol. Brandy, whiskey, yesterday wine, now champagne. Is it a habit or an underlying addiction?

"Hey, Kurt, sit!" Red's commanding tone distracts me from my thoughts.

The Rottweiler, ignoring his master's instruction, runs up to Rina and stops right in front of her. A new person, he is obliged to get acquainted. A wet nose pokes her slender legs and sniffs her thighs. I never thought I'd be jealous of a dog. I also want to duck between her legs and taste every pink fold.

I have to give the long-awaited guest some credit. No screams, no tantrums. Another girl would have started begging and asking to get the monster out of the way. This one squats quietly in front of the dog and very gently holds out her hand, letting her study herself. Kurt runs his nose down her arm, reaching up to her elbow.

"Kurt" Red yells, making the dog flinch.

"Shut up!" I shove him on the shoulder, keeping my gaze on Reenah. "Don't provoke him!"

I like her fearlessness and outward equanimity. Showing fear to an animal is the worst thing a man can do in a moment of danger. She, on the other hand, opens up to him, allows him to enter his personal space and trust her. And as a result, in a few seconds, a thin woman's hand is already stroking the animal's head, and the dog affectionately rubs the fragile girl's hand.

So much for training!

"Hey, Rie, come over here!" Woodpecker Sergio waves his wing. "You play volleyball?"

"Sure I do!" The girl gets up, leaving the dog behind, and comes over to us. "Only you have already formed teams!"

"That's okay" I answer and nod to the kid in the right corner of their team: "Go take a walk, make way for the girl!"

A friend of Lucas obediently self-destructs, and with a sniffle, Reenah takes his place.

"Where's Lana?" I shout to her across the field.