I’m a sap the entire drive home. My eyes are swollen by the time I park and get out of the car. The guards stare at me. Of course my cousin, Lu, is on duty again tonight, but he doesn’t say anything about my pink nose or my puffy eyes as they let me in. Lu is my cousin on my mom’s side. I don’t even care what they’re thinking. I’ve been going out more often than I have in years. The packhouse is silent as I make my way through the sitting area. It’s a workday and everyone is asleep. I don’t turn on the lights as I make my way upstairs. Closing my door behind me, I’m ready to sink into bed when my phone rings. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? Lifting my phone, it’s Rem, my cousin.
“Hey, Rem. What’s up?” I asked when I answered the phone.
“Bitch. What're you doing?” he asked.
“I just got home,” I
Just as Rem said, Alyssa was dressed in sweats, a hoodie, and an over-sized beanie. She hopped into the backseat, pulled out her phone and was busy tapping away as Rem pulled out onto the road. He threw some choice words back at her for not giving him the attention he deserved. I chuckled under my breath as I stared out of the window as darkness descended.It was irrational, but I felt better just knowing I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t dressed according to the theme. It was adolescent of me, but I’ve always felt awkward about being the odd one out. When we get to Hunter’s, I notice he doesn’t turn down the music and try not to say anything about this being a residential neighborhood with people actually sleeping. Other than the one house with all their lights on, cars parked on the road and on the grass, all surrounding houses are dark. The truck slows as he tries to fit in between two other trucks parked on the lawn.
Rem grabbed a red one and handed it to me. I took it and sniffed it while he grabbed two—a purple one and a pink one. When he turned to me we clinked glasses and threw them back. I’ve never had one and was fully expecting it to taste like shit. Watermelon exploded on my tongue before I swallowed it down.“My Goddess, that tastes delicious,” I groaned.“Thank you. I made them myself,” Hunter gushed. The girls by his side agreed with him and took pictures while Rem downed the pink one.“Grape and strawberry. Amazing,” Rem sighed.“Right?” I giggled as I grabbed one of the grape ones.“And dangerous,” Rem reminded.“Okay, Mom. I thought we were here to have fun?” I asked.“We are, but responsibly. Your mom will kill me if I bring yo
A couple of guys are watching me and Angel dance. They’re sitting on the leather couch closest to us and it’s hard to ignore them. They’re good looking guys and I’m enjoying their attention. We have their attention but they aren’t close enough to touch me without permission. Angel’s arm wraps around my waist, our bodies grinding together as we vibe. I pull out my phone and hold it above us because over-sized t-shirts with pockets are life. She closes her eyes tight and smiles wide and I stare at the camera as I record a Snarl. We continue dancing as I press share and slip the phone back into my pocket.Eventually we make our way through the crowd. Angel and Rem hug and kiss in greeting while I pick up another jello shot. Rem shakes his head and hands me a cup. He tells me to nurse it and take it slow. I take a gulp of the gin and tonic when the guys from the couch appear by our side. They don’t try to touch me and I’m instantly fine with them being close. Hunter tells them he’s watchi
Pulling the phone away from my ear, my eyes dart to the name on the screen. My jaw drops when I confirm that I’m on the phone with Dean and not Amos. I can feel myself dying on the inside. I just sounded like a mega bitch to the wrong person. Groaning as the urge to run and crawl beneath the covers so I can die of mortification alone, I bring the phone to my ear and close my eyes. I’ve had more to drink than I’m used to and it feels like it’s all hitting me at once.“Dear Goddess, I’m so fucking sorry,” I rushed. Dane chuckles on the other end of the phone.“So that wasn’t meant for me?” he asked.“No,” I breathed.“I’m glad. Where are you?” Dane asked.“I’m at a party,” I said.“I saw,” he rumbled.“You did?” I asked. Lifting my head, I scan the crowd. When I don’t spot a delectable tatted, sex God staring back, I’m a little disappointed.“Snarlchat,” he supplied.“Oh, right! I forgot,” I laughed.“I want to see you. Can you come to me?” Dane asked. My body lights up with need.“For
Before they can ask me for anymore details, I ask Rem if he wants to dance, and she vehemently shakes his head. I shrug and grab Angel by the arm. She grabs her red cup as we make our way into the crowd. She wraps an arm around my waist and I throw a hand over her shoulder. We sway to the music and I’m surprised she doesn’t spill a single drop. She offers me a drink and I take a swig. She laughs as some drips down my chin.I’m not as coordinated as some, but I’m having so much fun I don’t care. This is the lightest I’ve felt in literal years. I want to stay here in this bubble where the music is good; the alcohol is strong, and the problems are scarce. One of the guys that had been watching us earlier steps up behind her. He’s got blonde hair and blue eyes that say he’s high as a kite.Blondie taps Angel’s shoulder, and his eyes drop to her lips when she looks back at him. He leans
The last thing I expected was for Dane to push me into the car. Luckily for my fast reflexes, I softened my landing with my hands and stopped from landing face first in his seat. The driver’s door opens and I push up and sit back before he slides in. He slams the door and doesn’t even glance my way before turning the car on. He revs the engine and I scramble to put my seat belt on as he peels out of the neighborhood. When we’re on the main highway, I fold my arms and lean back. “You haven’t given me a very good first impression,” I grumble. I’m face forward and stare out of the window. I try not to look at him, but my eyes don’t get the memo. They dart to my left and land on his hand as they grip the steering wheel. I swallow as my gaze trails up his forearm. Goddess, he’s muscular, the material of his shirt stretched tight over his thick forearms. I’ve seen the ink that hides beneath it and itch to see it. “
If Dane felt me, he didn’t show it. His eyes remained on the road and his face remained a hard wall of indifference. I bit on my bottom lip as I pulled him out. Still, he said nothing. Did nothing. And I became determined to get a reaction out of him. When I stared down at him, my lips parted and drool wet my lips. He was perfect. My fingers were wrapped around his girth and they didn’t touch. He had the density of a soda can and I struggled to hold in a moan.“What’s wrong? Cat catch your tongue?” Dane asked.“No, I-”“Let’s not pretend you don’t know what to do with a cock,” he teased.“It’s not that. It’s just…” I trailed off as my fingers trailed down the underside.“What?” he asked.“You’re even bigger than the pics,&
Dane’s scent envelops me, my lips feel swollen, and my throat hurts, but I snuggle closer. My nails dig into flesh. The fear of him dropping me is strong even as I come in and out of consciousness. With how much I weigh, I’d expect him to have to throw me up in the air to get a better grip, but he didn’t do that once. Picture what you do with a toddler when you’ve been holding them for a really long time. Your arms get tired, and you have to throw them up to get a better hold on them.I have a lot of experience with kids. Older siblings and all. Not that Dane makes me think of having kids. Goddess. Then it’s dark again. The next few moments are a blur of images, scents, and sounds. One second, there’s darkness, and the next, men are scrambling around us. Dane has come to a full stop. I see them before I hear them. My ears decide they don’t want to work at this moment.Abort!