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Chapter 10
Hastings~
Staring in the mirror, I was liking the reflection staring back at me. Between the new dress and all the extra pampering yesterday, I was feeling proud of myself. Sure, there were going to be tons of girls there who were going to be dressed hotter, fancier, and all that, but I wasn’t looking too shabby myself.
The plan was to drink, dance, and have a good time, so with that in mind, I’d thrown my hair up in a nice, sleek ponytail, letting my bangs frame my face, subtle strands whisking around my face. My hair hung down to the middle of my shoulder blades, reaching the middle of my back when it was down.
My hazel eyes were colorful enough that I never had to play them up with a lot of eye makeup. Plus, the mixture of alcohol and dancing was sure to have me looking like a raccoon if I over did it. I was trying to get lucky tonight, not scare all the guys away. So, some shimmering highlighter over my lids, waterproof back eyeliner to make my eyes brighter, and a brush of mascara was the extent of it.
I’d been blessed with a great complexion, so a little powder to dull any shine had been it. No blush because I was light enough that my cheeks were naturally rosy, and in all honesty, I never did develop the skill to apply blush. That wasn’t an easy thing to do.
My lips were plump, and so lipstick was always a careful application. If I applied too much, then I looked like a porn star with duck lips. If I applied too little, then they kind of just paled, though they were still noticeable. So, with a soft pink gloss, I made sure they looked classy and not like I was a pro dick sucker.
My jewelry was simple, a pair of one-carat, platinum diamond studs and a matching necklace. The chain was a very delicate platinum link, and the pendant was another one-carat, platinum diamond, princess cut.
The dress that I had purchased was perfect for my figure, and I felt sexy wearing it. The straps were silver chain links that stopped right at my collarbone, and then the material was a shimmery silver that draped over my chest in elegant folds. However, the neckline dip was deep enough that it stopped just below my breast, so a bra was out of the question. The rest of it hung straight down, not accentuating my waist, but it didn’t need to. The entire thing stopped just below my ass, so the feminine element was there, even if the waist wasn’t tucked in to show off my curves.
My legs were bare all the way down to my newly pedicured toes, and my heels were open-toed strapped that stopped at my ankles. I did enough circles in front of the mirror to know that only a thong would do with this dress. However, since it was short enough to be dangerous, I had chosen a lace thong because I was on a mission.
Grabbing my wristlet, I stuck my phone, cash, credit card, and compact in it, satisfied that I was more than ready to get this show on the road. I nixed the idea of taking a jacket, even though the nights were chilly in October, because Drummond and I were good enough friends that I knew I could borrow a sweatshirt from him if I needed to. I had worked hard on this look, and I didn’t want to ruin it with a jacket.
Knowing this was as good as it got, I headed towards Kincaid’s room to rush her along. When I walked in, the sight before me was enough to make me wish that I were into women.
Christ, she was beautiful.
Kincaid was a fan of the messy bun, so whenever she wore her hair down, it was a sight to behold. It was a long, sleek, perfect curtain of black silk and it reached to the small of her back. She had no bangs, so it was just this flowing waterfall of black ink.
Since her eyes were black, she didn’t need a lot of eye makeup. However, she used color when she did her eyes. Instead of black eyeliner like most women used, Kincaid worked dark colors. It was such a striking contrast. The fact that her eyebrows were black arched perfection added to the look.
Like me, Kincaid was fair, so she didn’t need blush to bring color to her cheeks. However, unlike me, she wasn’t scared of lip color. Her lips weren’t as thick as mine, but they were thick enough, and she never shied away from bold colors. Right now, she had them slathered in a deep plum.
The rest of her was just as perfect as her face. Kincaid had such an amazing body that the potato sack saying could have been invented for her specifically. Instead of easy access being the goal like yours truly, Kincaid was dressed a form-fitting blue tank top, a pair of low-riding black jeans, and a pair of black ankle boots. Her curves were on display, and there wasn’t going to be one guy there who wasn’t going to drool the second they saw her. She had big boobs, a small waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and she was short, so that just added to her sex appeal.
Hell, I think I was drooling.
“Damn, girl,” I drawled out. “I say to hell with all men, and you and I can just get married.”
She grinned. “You know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” she teased. “And I’m down for threesomes if we ever need some dick.”
I started laughing at that. “Something tells me that we wouldn’t last long without dick.”
“Could be because we’re not lesbians,” she remarked.
“There is that,” I joked back.
“By the way, you look amazing,” she said. “I mean…absolutely amazing.” She went to pack her wristlet. When partying, carrying a purse was such a hassle. “If Scott’s there, you know there’s no way that he is going to let you go home with someone else.”
I wasn’t too sure about that. There have been lots of times when Scott and I had been at the same party, but he’d gone home with someone else. We didn’t take each other or our agreement for granted. Even though we’ve been doing this a while, he wasn’t a sure thing, and neither was I. If we were at the same party, we gauge the vibe, then went from there. Hell, there have even been times when we’d both gone home alone after leaving the same party. So, Scott’s reaction would depend on a lot of things, primarily if he already had his eye on someone else.
“I don’t know about that,” I told her. “Scott’s not the pissing-a-circle-around-you type of guy. Especially, if it’s not serious.”
Kincaid attached her wristlet to her left arm. “I’m not talking about possessiveness,” she replied. “I’m talking about horniness.” She waved her arm up and down at me. “Every guy you walk by is going to get a stiff dick by just looking at you.”
Sometimes I wanted to tell her that I only wanted one stiff dick, but I would never put her in that kind of position. Saxton was her best friend, and I wasn’t about to make things awkward for everyone involved. As much as Kincaid and I got along, I knew she’d always choose Saxton over me, and that was okay. It was expected. However, better to not test it.
“What about you?” I countered. “I think everyone’s going to be too busy gawking at you to even notice me.” She rolled her eyes, but it was true. Not to mention that Kincaid wasn’t a party animal, so while she’s been to a few parties in her lifetime, she wasn’t out every weekend. The fact that she was in attendance was going to be enough to cause a wave of murmurs throughout the party.
“I swear, with the way we’re pumping each other up, I’m going to be sorely disappointed if neither of us gets laid tonight,” she grumbled.
