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“You’re kissing me to make him mad?” I hissed while a sigh left her as she pulled away.
“Sort of, but mostly because I want to kiss you. It felt nice, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. He doesn’t have to know about this one.”
I was a selfish bitch. The idea of getting her plush lips against mine while sending a big fuck you to Stanley made me want to do it so badly that all rational thoughts left me as I grabbed her chin and pulled her face back towards me, slamming my lips against hers.
She moaned into my mouth, the sounds sending tingles through me as I teased her tongue with mine, and her hands grabbed at my shirt. She pulled me on top of her, her dress riding up as she wrapped her legs around me. My heart was hammering with excitement, and I had to remind myself that she’d likely change her mind about this in the morning. I should’ve stopped, she was drunk, but I soaked in her desperate kisses like I was addicted.
Her hands ran up the back of my shirt, a whimper leaving her as I pulled back. “Don’t stop yet. Can I touch you?”
I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers as I peered down at her. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, baby.”
“Say that again.”
“Uh, I’m trying to do the right thing?” I repeated with confusion, a light laugh leaving her as she pawed at my ass, forcing our bodies closer.
“No. The last thing.”
“Baby?” I chuckled, her eyes heating in the dim light. “You like me calling you baby?”
“Kiss me and call me baby. I won’t hate you tomorrow, I promise,” she insisted, sliding her hand up my body to my chest, giving my breast a gentle squeeze through my shirt.
I cursed as she licked her lips, her hands fumbling to push the offending material out of the way to expose my bra. “Luna, we can’t.” She was fucking killing me right now.
“Yes, we can. No one has to know,” she murmured, those words acting like a bucket of icy water being thrown over me.
I pulled back again, this time my chest tightening. “Is that why you want this so badly? So we can mess around and no one will know?”
“It’s just some fun, Riley. I want to see if I like it.” She grinned, hurt pushing its way through me as I pushed her legs off my waist and climbed off her. “Where are you going?” Panic filled her tone, and she scrambled to sit up to watch me through her drunken gaze.
I yanked my track pants and hoodie on, shoving my feet into my shoes. “I’m not some fantasy for you to knock off your bucket list, Lou.”
“I know. I just wanted to—”
“No. You’re drunk, and you want to hurt Stan like he’s hurt you. This was a stupid idea.”
“Don’t—” I stalked out and slammed the door behind me, cutting off whatever she was about to say once more. Tears burned my eyes, but I kept them at bay. I didn’t cry over girls, and I wouldn’t start now.
Everyone warned me about this happening, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. She wanted to fuck a girl because her boyfriend’s a cheating piece of shit? She could be my guest. I wouldn’t allow her to use me like that though, not unless she genuinely wanted to see if I was what she wanted.
I didn’t want her for a night, I wanted her for life.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ryder asked slowly as he grabbed my bicep the moment I headed through the kitchen. I pulled my hood over my head to give myself a barrier when I found all eyes on me, and kept my voice low as I responded to him.
“I’m leaving. Luna’s in the room I usually crash in. Can you stay with her and keep your hands to yourself?”
“What happened?” he asked softly, giving me a small nod of understanding when I stayed quiet. “Alright. I’ll crash here and keep an eye on her. Are you okay? Need me to call someone to come and pick you up?”
I shook my head, pulling my phone from my pocket. “It’s fine. I’ve got a lift coming.” Why did I keep lying to people?
“Let me know when you’re home safe,” he said firmly, kissing the top of my head. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” I mumbled before slipping away from him and ignoring Angel’s curious gaze as I left the room and headed outside, the cool night air making me shiver.
My Corvette was safely locked in the garage, so I wandered down the road for a while until I admitted defeat and scrolled through my phone until I found the number I was looking for. I didn’t want to walk home and sulk in my room for the rest of the evening.
Reid answered on the first ring, amusement in his voice. “Evening, Donovan.”
“Does that offer still stand about coming and getting drunk with you guys?” I asked quietly, silence greeting me for a moment before he replied.
