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The Theory Of Second Best (Cake #2)(11)
Author: J. Bengtsson

“It’s telling me that you’re a whole lot of trouble.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“So, Sarah, how can I talk you out of my brother and talk me into you?”

She grinned. “You’re smooth.”

“I try very, very hard.”

Sarah took me in, studying me, and for a moment there, I thought she might actually be contemplating my offer. Would she really swear off Jake for me? There was a first for everything. But then Sarah went the predictable route. “Since we’re being real with each other, I’m just letting you know now that there’s no talking me out of your brother.”

“You and every other girl in the world,” I replied, nonchalantly.

That gave Sarah pause. “Yeah, well, I’m not like every other girl.”

I scoffed. “You are in his world.”

She seemed taken aback by my words.

“Look,” I said sighing, “This isn’t my first rodeo. I know the whole routine. You’re going to hit on my brother. He’s going to turn you down. You’re going to come running back to me when you realize you’ve run out of options.”

She shot me a dirty look. “Trust me, I never run out of options.”

I didn’t doubt it. “Well, okay, then, good luck with that,” I replied, as I walked away from our conversation.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she called, actually chasing after me.

I turned back to face her. “No offense, Sarah, but you don’t stand a chance.”

“Oh, really? And how do you know that?”

“Because I know my brother,” I replied honestly. Sarah had all the qualities that Jake disliked: shallow, bitchy, over-confident. Although that didn’t necessarily disqualify her from a one-night stand, it definitely didn’t help her cause. I, on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as picky. I could easily overlook her obvious personality flaws for a few minutes of fun.

“You have no idea what I am capable of,” she smiled smugly.

“Oh, I have no doubt you’re capable of great things,” I replied, grinning. “But bagging my brother won’t be one of them.”

“You underestimate me,” she replied indignantly.

I couldn’t help but be impressed. She wasn’t giving up easily. “All right, then, like I said before, good luck with that.”

I walked away from Sarah without another word. I knew that I’d done enough to plant the seed of doubt in her mind. And once Jake shot her down, like I hoped he would, I was going to look a hell of a lot more appealing.

 

The rehearsal began, bringing Sarah and me back together. Gone was the bitchy, Jake-obsessed groupie. In her place was a flirty, clingy Sarah. She was laying on the charm now, laughing at my jokes and whispering dirty nothings in my ear. At one point she even grabbed my ass, when no one was around to see. I wasn’t sure if her little display of playfulness was for my benefit or a way for me to put a good word in for her with Jake… although, come to think of it, that would be a strange way to go about it.

Whatever had created Sarah’s change of heart, I was happy for it. She was undeniably hot. My dirty mind was conjuring up all kinds of scenarios, and each and every one of them included a naked Sarah.

As soon as the rehearsal was over, she steered me behind the one of the doors in the back of the church and boldly pushed me up against it.

“You’re actually sort of hot,” she stated, oozing sex appeal.

It wasn’t much of a compliment, but I decided to take it anyway.

“Yeah?” I responded stupidly.

“Uh huh.”

Sarah’s lips grazed my neck and her hand slid down my back. My body shuddered. Light kisses enflamed my craving. When her lips touched mine, I eagerly took her in. Our tongues were a tangled mass. The heat between us was smoldering and intense, so much so that when her hands dipped further down, I fought the urge to find the nearest pew to throw her onto.

In the name of fairness, my hands snaked down her body as well, but Sarah was not as welcoming to me as I’d been to her. Establishing her boundaries, she swatted my hands away immediately.

Not one to be deterred, I took my chances and copped a feel of her ample breast. Sarah didn’t have a chance to slap my hand away, for the moment I laid my hand on her chest, I heard a horrified gasp, shocking me from my flesh-filled bliss.

“KYLE!”

Sarah and I whipped our heads in the direction of the wail. Emma was standing there, open mouthed, with a look of incredulousness on her face. I realized my hand was still on Sarah’s boob, and I quickly removed it. Emma’s own hand was covering Grace’s eyes as if she were protecting some innocent toddler from irreparable harm. Grace, in all her teenage swag, grabbed Emma’s hand and pried it away. She immediately laughed when she saw me in an uncompromising position.

“You’re in a church, dummy! Geez. Use your brain,” my sister blasted, before she grabbed Grace’s arm and shuffled her off to the bathroom.

“Well, that was awkward,” Sarah smirked, not looking the least bit embarrassed. “Your sister’s kind of a bitch.”

I didn’t appreciate her comment. No one got to shit on Emma but me.

“Nah, she’s cool,” I defended.

Shrugging, Sarah brushed her perfectly straight hair back with her hand. She screamed high maintenance, like the basic white girl who straightened her straight hair with a straightener.

“Well, it’s been fun,” she said, adjusting her shirt and turning to walk away.

“Seriously? You’re leaving now?”

“You heard your sister. Besides, it’s probably a sin.”

“Somehow I don’t think you care about that sort of thing.”

“I don’t.” She grinned. “See you at dinner, Kyle.”

“Yeah, okay,” I called out. “Maybe we can find a more private spot later.”

“Maybe,” she answered without turning around. “If you’re lucky.”

I watched her well-rounded booty sashay its way out of the church. Yeah. I’d be very lucky.

 

 

5

 

 

Kyle: The ‘Prodigy’ Son Returns

 

 

As always, Jake’s arrival later that evening was met with shock and awe. He’d been delayed for hours in airports around the world trying to get to the rehearsal on time. By the look on his face when he strode through the restaurant, it had not been a good day. Getting pounced on by a fangirl the minute he came through the door didn’t help matters. I could almost feel the stress radiating off him. Jake carried way too much weight on his shoulders for a guy his age. That’s where I came in. And Keith and Emma and Mom and Dad. We were Jake’s safety net, a place for him to relax and feel normal.

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