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My heart flutters. He’s worried about me being forced to stay home? I’d sneak out before I’d let that happen. But still, my mom really isn’t that bad when it comes to certain things. She likes honesty, and it gets you further with her. “My mom knows I’m drinking tonight. She’s okay with it since we have a limo.”
“You can drink. I don’t have to. This way I know you’re safe.”
I grab his button-down shirt and pull him closer. “Listen to me, Country. When we get to Konnor’s house, I’m riding that dick of yours. I need you to not be a bore and have drunk sex with me.”
He gives me a crooked smile, most likely from the nickname drop that I don’t often use anymore, but instead of saying anything, his hands come around my waist and stop on my lower back, his fingers splaying over my ass. He forces me backward, moving farther inside the house where bodies are grinding on each other and liquor is going down throats like water.
My back hits a wall on the opposite side of the room from the front door, and then his head dips in the crook of my neck like he’s going in for a kiss. I shove him back before his lips touch my skin. He knows I don’t play. When our eyes meet, there is a hint of mischief in his. “The only way your tongue is wetting my skin is to lick salt. Go get drinks while I find the bathroom,” I tell him, and then push off the wall I’m against. “That tequila is talking, and I have to pee.”
I take a few steps before a hand grips my jaw and hauls me back just a hair, a pair of lips meeting mine seconds later. My eyes instantly close, my heart picking up a few extra beats a minute. They’re gone too soon. “Hurry back, or I’m hunting,” he says, and then veers off in the same direction Navy and Chase went earlier. It’s shameful how much he owns me.
I make my way through the crowd, heading for the stairs. If there is a bathroom down here it’ll likely have a line, or already be somewhat trashed. I’d rather find the one not for public use and save time.
As soon as I step on the second floor, I go wandering down the hall, opening doors one by one until I find a bathroom inside a large bedroom. It’s a big house. It took a minute. I raise my dress and sit on the toilet in an unladylike fashion, my buzz getting stronger. I smile as my eyes settle on the new pair of underwear sitting at my thighs. Buying slutty panties has become a game. I like Landon’s reaction. The more risqué, the better he reacts.
I pull them into place as I finish and stand, then wiggle my dress back down until it’s in place. A figure grabs my attention in the mirror as I wash my hands, making me jump. My eyes rise in the mirror just before I turn around, landing on who is in here with me. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you a little old for high school parties?”
One side of his mouth pulls upward. “And miss out on the easiest lay of the year? Not a chance. High school girls love giving it up on prom night. I live to tell about a threesome that happened on prom night one year. You, though, it’s been a while. Looking good, Paxtyn. You surpassed your sister in looks by the end of junior high. Not as polite, though.”
I roll my eyes. I’ve never liked him. He’s a prick. With parents in politics, he acts like he owns this town. It’s laughable. “Kindness is overrated. Is that why you can’t get over her, because she was nice to you? All girls are nice to guys when we need a little dick. It doesn’t make you special.”
His smile falters. “I was just priming her for Baker, since he was too chicken shit to have her first,” he spits out bitterly. “A few other people did that too, though.”
Okay, one, you talk about my sister and there is a fifty percent chance I’ll let it roll off my back since we were never close, but she is still my sister. Her choice to be promiscuous after they broke up is her own. Reputation is the most ridiculous part of high school. Everyone has a different sexual preference. Some like it more than others; doesn’t mean they deserve to be judged for having sex just like most everyone else.
He’s always been bitter because Presley wasn’t eating out of the palm of his hand like he wanted. He couldn’t control her. Unlike the girls he typically bangs, she has a backbone. It wasn’t even personal. She just wanted Konnor and naively used someone else to make him jealous. It backfired. I’m sure she got a fair dose of regret.
But—and let me enunciate that word—you talk about Konnor, and I’m liable to kill you. He’s the only one that’s ever somewhat understood me even though no one noticed, and despite his little dive off into the deep end, which was warranted, he’s basically a saint. He’s always been nice to everyone who crossed his path. He was popular in high school, and the star player of the football team, so it’s not like he had to be. Him and my sister are complicated and always have been. To basically dis him like he’s getting leftovers is grounds for a kick to the dick.
He wants to get a rise out of me, because I havethatreputation. I’m the mean girl. But someone that makes me want to show my good side is downstairs, and the only games I like to play are his, so it’s not worth it. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Corey. You have plenty of girls at the frat house to make you forget. Move on.”
I start walking toward the closed door that he’s standing in the path of, but the second I make it to him, his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me toward him. His cologne assaults me, and not in a good way. “You didn’t even let me get to the reason I’m here,” he says against my ear. “I want you, Paxtyn.” He pulls me against him and rubs his erection against my lower stomach. “Have for a long time now.”
I shove him back to get some space. He must be high, because he’s lost his fucking mind. “Back off. Not getting enough in college? Tough shit.”
He grabs my wrists and tightens his hands, hurting me, and walks me backward toward the bed before my brain can comprehend to stop. “You know, I made that bet with a handful of guys after Presley blew me off for good. Still didn’t want to get back together, which was normal, but didn’t want to fuck anymore either. At first, I just wanted a revenge fuck, and what better way to do that than to fuck her little sister, but I also wanted to challenge myself, because no one knows whose dick you’ve been on, and the mystery is still at large. Best kept secret of Laguna. Your pussy is sealed tighter than a tomb, so I opened the pot to whoever wanted in. Who knew so many wanted a piece? I wasn’t expecting for it to go on this long. It was either going to be me or someone else. Seems a lot of guys have crashed and burned when it comes to getting in your panties. Once I graduated, I wasn’t sure I had the balls to try with you being underaged, so I decided to wait. You get hotter every year too. Jacobe made me nervous for a second, though, then you broke it off. You never let me down. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He shoves me back. Wearing heels, I lose my balance and fall back on the bed. He comes over me as I push off the mattress with my arms, shoving my legs apart and pinning my pelvis down. My hands push against his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Get off of me, Corey!”
He grabs my dress and pulls it and my bra cup down until my breast is exposed, then grips it in his hand. “Do you know how many times I’ve nut to your Instagram posts? It’s unfortunate you took most of it down. I’m gettin’ it in.”
My stomach churns. I manage to slap him before he locks my wrists down above my head, exerting all of his weight against me, his dick pressing against my fabric-covered lips. I beat against his lower back with my heels, but that just makes him grind his erection against me. “Land—”
His mouth comes down on mine. I open my mouth just enough to bite down on his lips as hard as I can. He pulls back. “You draw blood and I’m going to rub it all over your pussy.” I’m going to be sick. He holds both of my wrists in his hand, squeezing them hard against each other, and then reaches between us.
When I hear his zipper come down, I start bucking against him, trying to get an opening to maneuver out from under him. I didn’t hold onto my virginity this long to be fucking raped by a nobody that still wants to be the king of the high school crowd. I like that Landon is my only.
He gets a finger under my panties, rubbing it over my opening. I scream out, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
At the same time he shoves the tip of his finger inside of me I push off the mattress with my heels as hard as I can, forcing it out. I will not cry over this shit. “Fight me. The good thing about a packed-out party—loud music. No one will hear you.”
He shoves my panties over with something silky. I only know that feeling because Landon fucks me without condoms. My body starts convulsing to get away like I’m possessed with something supernatural. Suddenly, I can breathe easier when his body leaves mine, and before I can focus on what’s happening, Corey is on the floor and someone is on top of him, beating the fuck out of him. I pull my dress back into place and sit up to horrific sounds bouncing off the walls of the room. Hitting. Groaning. Gurgling. Mumbling.
My heart is racing so fast it’s hard to breathe evenly, but the second Corey is out cold, my mind calms, and I can finally focus on who else is in here. “Landon,” I breathe out. “Thank God.”
His chest is heaving and his eyes are black. Instead of comforting me, he walks to the door and holds it open. “Let’s go.”
My head rears back a little, shocked. He’s acting like I did something wrong. I’m about to open my mouth and give him a piece of my mind when I notice his hand shaking at his side and decide against it. His adrenaline is probably high. Not a good time. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he hasn’t evenaskedif I’m okay, so I waltz past him and walk right out the door as if nothing is wrong.
