Preys of the Alpha Predators

10: Brotherhood

KYLE

I could swear that everyone stared at me, Aiden, and Eric as we walked out of the class.

Seriously, every single f*****g soul stared.

But it was no news and we were used to being gaped at every second of the day so I didn’t care and focused on the one thought that had consumed me throughout class; Chloe’s maddening t**s. My hands still felt empty and insatiable after having to abruptly let go of them, I wanted more, and I wanted it really bad.

No vice could erase the memory of how divine and soft her boobs felt.

The glowing milky white skin of her body made it an even more pleasant sight, talk less of her hardened n*****s that made my d**k throb hungrily. Then the way she unconsciously arched her back to give me more access each time I pushed my hand further into her sweater made me swallow and fight off the urge to check just how wet she must’ve gotten for me.

I still remembered how her eyes fluttered lustfully and she softly bit down on her lower lip—probably in an attempt to hide her moans, and she was right to because if she’d made a sound, I’d have lost my mind and f****d her against the desk not caring who could walk in.

Unintentionally, as we approached the library, I found myself reminiscing the last heated encounter we’d had there and longing to taste her again, so I turned and….

My eyes fell on her.

She was seated in a corner, eyes buried in her huge textbook, and well, she looked so f*****g erotic just like that and I couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to f**k her like that.

“Aw!” I exclaimed as a whack landed on my head and I tore my eyes away from the Library windows.

“Man, have you even heard a word I said since we stepped out of class?” Eric who’d whacked me asked before whacking me again.

I glared at him but I didn’t say a word in response because I’d actually zoned out.

I contemplated asking why he wasn’t forcing Aiden to listen to him instead, but when I looked behind us to see him with his headphones plugged in, hands tucked deep in his pockets and his usual “Do not disturb” expression, I just clamped my mouth shut.

We finally got to the basketball court and Aiden was the first to tear his uniform shirt off his back and trod towards the hoop. I and Eric followed suit, and as we took our positions, the juniors who’d been playing a game earlier fanned out without us saying a word.

As usual, once we started playing, our hearts and souls were in it and we lost track of time or anything in our surroundings.

“Miss one more hoop and you have to dress up as a drag queen for Halloween!” Eric laughed at Aiden’s fourth miss way too loudly.

“I’ll take that action,” I couldn’t help the roar of laughter that left my throat as I imagined Aiden in a drag queen’s costume, all dolled up with that watered down personality of his.

I ignored Aiden’s middle finger that he immediately flashed at both of us as I realized that his personality had actually never faltered since we were toddlers. Over the years, Eric and I had grown bolder and more outspoken—especially around chics—but, Aiden remained aloof and unapproachable.

The first day we’d met as toddlers was at a private and ridiculously expensive Karate club, Eric challenged Aiden to a one on one Karate match because he always kept to himself. Aiden refused the challenge so Eric started to fight him anyways and since the Sensei was absent, I ended up tearing them away from each other since I was the only child with a black belt who was strong enough to do so.

Shortly after, I helped them find a first aid kit for their injuries and Aiden muttered “cool moves” to Eric making him smile.

That was the beginning of a friendship that morphed into a brotherhood, they were practically family since we’d grown up together and I especially remained friends with them because they were supportive and understanding of my mental disorder.

Suddenly, Eric groaned.

“Sike!” I knew that was Lilith who’d joined us on the court without looking at her, especially because of Eric’s earlier reaction.

She easily swiped the ball from Eric and scored with a slam dunk that made Aiden whistle and clap.

“Why the hell did you take it from me?” Eric hissed and picked up the ball, “you’re like a bad luck charm, bro.”

Yeah, Lilith was basically a bro amongst us.

“You’re the sorest loser on the planet, oh, please,” she rolled her eyes at him halfway while laughing.

“It was a three-man game and you ruined it, shush,” Eric was face to face with her now, towering over our 5”7 friend easily.

“Did your balls dry up while saying that? While choking on being slam dunked by a teenage girl?” Lilith rarely cussed but she went all out when dragging Eric.

About five minutes of bickering went on which made Aiden quietly withdraw from the game and take a sit while I wondered if they secretly enjoyed their annoying bickering that had been their thing for years now.

“How about a rematch then?” Lilith finally suggested something of interest.

“Just keep your mouths shut while we’re at it,” Aiden strolled back to the court and the rematch started.

Roughly thirty minutes later, Lilith easily emerged as the winner, something that I and Aiden had secretly made sure of because we treated Lilith like more of a sweet little sister than an annoying sibling like Eric.

“Let’s go boys, you owe me a truckload of ice cream,” she beamed as she walked away from the court.

“You’re getting one cone and it’ll be mint flavor!” Eric called after her knowing that she couldn’t stand anything other than strawberry and chocolate ice cream.

“He scored the least points, can we just leave his sorry ass behind?” Lilith ignored him and bugged Aiden who was already plugging his headphones back in.

As you’d expect, that led to another round of bickering that I had to drown out until we reached our cars in the lot. I rode with Lilith and Aiden lounged like a king in the backseat of Eric’s car until we arrived at the ice cream shop.

I didn’t know why Lilith always insisted on getting ice cream from this spot, but I was used to letting her have her way with girly s**t so I didn’t question her fondness.

“I’ll go place the orders, you guys can hang here,” Eric patted a table that could sit six persons and then made his way toward the counter.

Of course, Lilith hurried after him with a mortified gasp because she just remembered that he’d threatened to poison her with mint flavored ice cream.

Just as I settled into my seat and started to look around, a familiar knitted sweater caught my eye.

The same one that’d been an obstacle between my hands and the most enticing mounds I’d ever laid hands on.

There was a much bigger obstacle than a flimsy sweater this time around though, Chloe’s head was thrown back in a fit of childish laughter—something she’d never done with me—and a prim and proper looking piece of s**t was seated before her and looking at her like he’d been spelled.

I f*****g hated it, even more when her hand landed on his sleeve.

That was the last straw for me, and then I was headed right for them.