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Chapter Nine
Blair
This is not a fuckinghouseparty, this is a bloodymansionparty. I’m used to cheap beer, drugs, and tatted up gang members. This? Fucking hell. I’ve been to a few of the house parties over the summer, but none compare to this. The house is a fucking palace, with cars crowding the huge driveway that leads into a private estate. They have those large double doors with golden knockers, which are pushed open, displaying chandeliers and marble entryways. The windows outside sparkle even at night, with four huge columns surrounding them. It screams money and opulence.
But as soon as we head inside, I feel the shift from opulence and luxury to the grime and filth of teenage rebellion, instantly kicking my lips up into a grin.
After the stepbrothers from hell—I mean, seriously? Three ridiculous hotties. How is that fair? Three dicks I can’t touch, and I wanted every single one. The arty one, Asher, I think, with the blond shaved head. Bray, with the tied back brown hair, muscles to die for, flirty smirk, and nose and lip piercings. Shit... and then Cyrus, the grumpy giant, whom I wanted to climb like a tree.
After they left, I got ready.
To make myself feel better, I changed my outfit to feel sexy as hell. I’m wearing a short, skintight, velvet mini dress with spaghetti straps, the deep red material highlighting my every curve, teamed with black heeled boots and my leather jacket. I look hot as fuck. I put in my earrings, applied a deep red lip and dark eyes, and curled my hair until it flowed around my face. I look good and I know it.
Faye looks incredible too. Standing at my side in her sailor dress and heels, she flashes me a look. “Welcome to the rich bitches of Leggott.”
The music pounds throughout the house from speakers placed everywhere. There’s even a DJ in the living room, though it’s more like a fucking ballroom. People are already in the pool, and some are playing strip poker. There’s beer pong and an unlimited bar over in the study—the frat jocks are congregated there. The dance floor is set up in the living room and already crowded. I see some familiar faces from previous parties, but there are many I don’t recognise. There are sofas and chairs placed around the room, filled with couples and loners.
The floor is already filled with discarded cups, and there’s vomit in one corner and empty syringes and baggies in the four bathrooms that I’ve been in. The bedrooms are filled as well, if the noises are anything to go by when Faye and I use the toilet up there to avoid the queue downstairs.
I grab another drink and we circle, deciding what we want to do first as I pound back the booze. I let it burn down my throat and strip away that last shred of reticence. Tonight, I’m getting fucked up. Faye is too, and she’s already on her third drink, so I head to the bar and pour four shots. Being cheered on by some of the guys, I slam them back quickly, wiping my mouth as I wink at them. I avoid their hands and catcalls as I leave and find Faye on the dance floor, her arms already around a random boy as she grinds against him. I smirk, proud of her, and head to the beer pong tables instead. I want to get fucking wasted.
I sip another drink as I watch a game finish up, and then I take one side as a grinning rugby player takes the other. He’s familiar, we’ve met at parties before. I’ve never fucked him though, but those thick thighs do have me intrigued. He has short brown hair, and a square face with a nose broken one too many times, but he’s attractive enough. “Ready for me to drink you under the table, hottie?” he yells as he sets up his cups.
Laughing, I set up my own. “Babe, please, you’ll be on the floor before I am.” I wink and grab the ball, taking my first shot. I sink it into a cup before I blow him a kiss. He laughs, and those gathered around us cheer us on.
He sinks his as well, and I down my drink before bouncing it back. He misses his next shot, and I sink two in a row. It goes back and forth until we are neck and neck. Our banter has created quite the crowd around us, and as I line up my last shot, he leans closer. “When I win, you have to strip.”
“Really? And if I win, does that mean you have to?” I tease.
“Deal.” He grins, thinking he has me beat, but I sink that shot as well, and his mouth drops open as his friends roar with laughter. He downs the cup and looks at me with a smile. “You want me naked? Fine by me.”
He rips off his shirt, exposing his impressive chest as his friends cheer him on. Girls laugh and reach out and grab his muscles as he flexes. I sip my drink with an unimpressed smirk. He keeps his eyes on me as he drops his trousers, and then he turns and races through the open back doors and cannonballs into the pool. Laughing, I turn away as others join in.
I manoeuvre through the crowd with a good buzz in my system, feeling happy and carefree as I slip onto the dance floor. Faye spots me and abandons the guy she’s with, but he just turns and starts dancing with another girl as Faye’s arms wrap around my neck.
“There you are!” she screams in my ear, her breath coated with booze.
“Sorry, I got held back spanking the shorts off a rugby guy. You having fun?” I yell over the music.
She nods as she starts to dance, pulling me with her. Laughing, I grab her hands and twirl her before tugging her closer. We grind and dance together, uncaring about anything other than the beat of the music. I let it fill me and guide my movements, and it’s not long before hands pull at us. I dance with the guy, turning to see another huge rugby player. This one has a cross tattoo under one eye though. I grind with him, our hips moving in sync. I drop my head back, my hair swaying with my movements as I feel his gaze greedily roaming across me. His large hands span my back before they glide down and grip my wiggling ass, holding me closer.
Grinning, I slide my hands to the back of his neck as I rub against him. I shake my ass like I know how, each move controlled by the music until it flows through me. He watches me with hungry eyes, his pupils blown wide by booze, and his hard cock presses against my stomach as we move.
“I want a drink!” Faye yells and tugs at me.
I lean in and brush my lips across his ear. “See you later,” I murmur before kissing his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind. With a cocky smirk, I slip from his grabbing hands, turn, and twine my fingers with Faye’s as she stumbles through the crowd. I look back to see his eyes locked on my ass, his mouth tipped up in a grin as he touches his cheek.
Laughing, I move with Faye until we reach the edge of the gyrating bodies, which have increased in the hour or so we have been here.
That’s when I see my new stepbrothers. They are sitting on the sofas like kings, with men and women flocked around them. Each has a girl on their knee and more vying for their attention. It seems they are celebrities around here.
“Oh shit, they’re back,” Faye slurs.
“You know them?” I ask, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
“The Crew brothers? Fuck, hun, everyone knows them. They own this fucking town. They’re dangerous as fuck, but sexy as hell. Every girl wants to date them, and every guy wants to be one of them, but they are super exclusive. It’s only ever the three of them. Shit, they are sexy. I didn’t know they were home.”
“They are my new stepbrothers,” I mutter, and her mouth drops open before she laughs.
