Does he have some fucked-up notion that a girl who smiles, flirts, and plays nice is automatically gagging for it?
Since when did one kiss have to turn into sex?
For fuck’s sake, can’t people just make out anymore?
21
SAWYER
I’m makingout with Shelly… Sherry?… I can’t remember, and it’s not like my brain is of any actual use when her luscious tongue is in my mouth. Anyway, making out with this chick is awesome.
Her tits are squished against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist as she’s perched on the edge of the railing, making my night a hundred times more awesome.
I love a girl who knows how to kiss.
There’s something so fucking awesome about tongues sliding together—the taste, the texture, the rhythmic movement of it. I’ve been making out with girls since I was in the seventh grade, and I’m pretty well practiced now.
This little hottie knows what she’s doing, although her kissing is getting a little frantic.
I pull back, trying to slow things down and enjoy this ride. She needs to glide with her tongue, not thrust. I try to show her how, then give myself a break and start kissing her cheek and down to her neck.
Her fingers dig into my curls as I paint a soft line along her skin, nibbling her shoulder until I catch something out of the corner of my eye.
Pausing, I stop to take a proper look and notice Charli glaring at some guy who’s saying shit I can’t hear. But shit it must be, because the look on my best friend’s face is caustic.
I let Sherry… Shelly?… go and make sure she’s balanced before murmuring, “I just have to go check something.”
“What?”
I step away from her confusion, figuring I’ll come back and explain later, while also scanning the party for Darian.
Don’t know if I’ll need backup when helping Charli out, but I’d like to know where the third leg of our tripod is anyway.
I can’t see him and frown in annoyance before turning back to check on Charli.
I’m making my way toward her and up my pace when I notice the guy reach for her. His large hand is about to grab her around the waist, but she moves like lightning, snatching his fingers and twisting them back.
I’m not close enough to hear the noise coming out of him, but it’s not hard to see she’s hurting him. He crumples to his knees while she leans over him with a snarl. I arrive just in time to hear the last of her dressing-down.
“…so, no, you may not touch me. No, we will not be having sex. Thanks so much for ruining what could have been an awesome night.”
“You frigid bitch,” he hisses, and she bends his fingers back a little farther. He whimpers and manages to bark, “Get your hands off me.”
“As long as you keep your hands away from me.” She lets him go, lightly pushing him over with her foot.
He tips sideways, clutching his hand to his chest. “You started it. You’re a fucking dick tease!” he shouts, then looks around, obviously trying to draw a crowd when he points at her. “Stay away from this one, fellas. She’ll lead you on, then kick you in the balls when things get hot. Don’t waste your time.”
“Hey.” I step forward with a glare. “That’s enough.” Snatching his hand, I help him to his feet, then tip my head toward the door, silently telling him to fuck off.
His glare is glacial as he shoves past me and back inside. I don’t know if he’s leaving or not, but as long as he stays away from Charli, I kind of don’t care.
Turning back to find her, I watch her slump back against the railing and cross her arms.
“You good?”
She gives me a stiff nod, her nostrils flaring.
I rest my hand on the side of her waist for a second. “Want to talk about it?”
