Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

don’t know where you got that shit from. I don’t think he’s fucking anyone to be honest. He’s still in his head about the burns,” he says, sobering up.

I think this over. Every time I see the two together, they’re in each other’s face. I have a hard time believing he’s not pounding that fat ass out. Unless Kelex is gay, his pretty boy ass is hitting that.

“Whatever,” I mumble.

We make our way to the front door and Reynolds swings it open. I’m surprised to see him. Word is, he moved to California. I’m not sure how she got him to show up.

He eyes us warily as he gives a head nod. He has never seemed like the approachable type. Not that we went to the same university.

I went to BU in Bridge Lake, his ass went to VU in Vander City, but we crossed paths at parties and races. I’ve only ever seen him with that Lenny guy. Maybe they’re here to have a secret rendezvous. Not my business, I could give two shits.

“Yo,” I say and keep moving.

The place is just as nice on the inside. A huge fireplace anchors the open living area and there’s a large bar and kitchen opposite each other. It’s a decent spot, I’ll give her that.

“Either of you know the point of this?” Luke asks as he moves to flop down on the couch.

“Nope.”

“Not a damn clue,” Deacon says.

Luke frowns. “She paid for my ticket, so I’m here. From the looks of that bar, it might be worth it.”

I grunt. “Where is she?”

“I’m the first one here. Sent her a text and she told me where to find the key. I think she’s coming in with Tak and Kelex,” Luke replies.

I nod and drop my bag at my feet before taking a seat in the accent chair and propping my feet up on the coffee table. I throw my head back and stare up at the wooden beams, questioning for the millionth time why I’m here.

I’m lost in thought sometime later when the room gets cold and voices fill the air. I lift my head to find Kelex, Tak, and our friendly hostess walking in. My mouth goes dry as soon as I lay eyes on her.

Damn. The yellow snowsuit she has on defines every single curve and the gray thermal top under the suspenders molds to her breasts, placing them on display like she’s a Playboy snow bunny. It’s the tits for me.

I want to pop one in my mouth while she rides my cock and screams my name. For Skittles, I’d allow all my freak out. I’d give her that shit I reserve for the lucky ones.

I’d eat that pussy and ass. I’d break her fucking back. I mean that shit.

“Oh, my God. You’re all here,” she squeals in that irritatingly sexy voice.

It’s like smooth smoke. It floats on the air and mesmerizes you. I know it has to be sexy during sex. I swear, she looks like she puts guys in nut-induced comas.

She runs over and hugs Luke. He looks surprised at first, but when he wraps his arms around her and looks down at her ass, I nearly growl. I have to look away before I embarrass myself.

She’s not yours. Get over it.

Shit, she’s not, but she should be. I’m so busy rambling in my head about her, I miss her making her way over to me. She stands before me with her hands on her hips.

I drop my feet to the ground and stand. She tips her head back to look up at me. She’s not in heels for a change, so it’s abundantly clear how much I tower over her at my six three height.

“Will,” she says with a smug ass smile on her lips.

“Mayven,” I return.

“Good to see you. I thought I was going to have to drive back to Vander and drag your funky ass here.”

This earns her a real smile. Over the last six months, whenever we are around each other, there’s a ton of verbal sparring. She’s the only person I allow to call me Will without knocking their heads off. I’m still trying to figure out why that is.

“My ass is anything but funky, gorgeous. My balls smell like fresh rain when I’m getting my cock sucked.”

She sucks in a breath and turns. “Well, good for you,” she says over her shoulder.

I shake my head as I stare at her latest hairstyle. She has bangs covering her forehead, stopping at her brow. However, it’s the back that has my attention. The long pin straight locks fall just beneath her ass and from the midback to the tips, it’s in her signature rainbow coloring.

“How do you shit with all that hair on your ass?” I blurt out.

She turns her head toward me. “Do you cup your balls and dick when you shit? Or are they too small to care?”

“Two hands full.”

“Well, it’s the same concept. I tie it up, asshole.”

“So, do you tie it up for sex or do you leave it down to get pulled?”

She gives me the finger and walks over to Kelex who already has a beer in his hand. He has one for her too. I don’t know why that infuriates me so much.

“Okay, so, I’m going to be the one to ask,” Tak says, cutting into the tension in the air. “What’s this all about?”

“What happened? Your permission slip didn’t get signed,” Reynolds says.

“Who are you again?” Tak replies.

I chuckle. Tak is a funny kid. He’s grown on me. He’s talented too.

“You ever been put in a submission hold, ass wipe?” Luke challenges.

“Ugh,” Skittles groans out. “That’s why. You guys are all assholes. Never in my life did I think it was probably to meet a bunch of dickheads.”

“I’m not getting it,” Deacon says, looking at her like she’s lost her mind.

“I think that night on the track was destiny’s way of bringing us all together.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. It felt like we should get