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I was drunk.Not enough that I didn’t know what I was doing, but enough that I had some liquid courage flowing through my veins.
Mason wanted to have sex with me. He wanted to exorcise the strange chemistry between us.
He wanted to fuck me out of his system.
And I was going to let him.
It was a dumb move. I knew that. Just like I knew that in the harsh light of day, I would probably regret it. But the minute the words left his mouth, I had only two thoughts. Number one: I wanted to discover if the rumors about Mason Steele’s monster dick were true. And number two: If I slept with him, I would own a piece of him my father never would.
It was petty. Downright pathetic even. But a jealous beast had stirred to life inside me ever since finding out Dad was coaching the team. And to think he was working particularly close with Mason was too much to bear.
So I had daddy issues.
What girl wouldn’t after being ignored by her own father for the best part of eighteen years?
Mason didn’t want a relationship, and I wasn’t sure he even liked me, not really. Especially after the way he’d talked to me earlier at the diner.
But hewantedme.
And I was so desperate to feel desired that there was only one answer in my mind.
“Maybe you should slow down,” Rory yelled over the music, motioning to the drink in my hand.
“I’m fine,” I shouted, draining the rest of my vodka orange.
We’d been dancing among vampires and zombies and slutty angels for the last hour. It was hot and sticky in the Lakers’ living room, a constant trickle of smoke pouring out of a machine in the corner of the room, giving the whole place an eerie vibe.
“It’s getting late,” she said. “I’m tired.”
“You’re leaving already?”
Mason hadn’t come to find me yet, but then, the party was still in full swing.
Maybe he changed his mind or found a better offer.I shoved down the little voice of doubt and danced some more, rolling and popping my hips to the sultry beat. A couple of guys dressed as zombie hockey players over by the door watched me, hunger blazing in their eyes as I danced for them. My skin hummed with awareness, my stomach fluttering with anticipation.
I didn’t want to be like this.
Starved of love and desperate for attention, but it was ingrained in me. No matter how much I tried to tell myself I didn’t need a guy to validate me, I always ended up right back at square one.
I wasn’t girlfriend material. Past experience suggested I wasn’t even second-date material. I was the girl guys turned to for one night of no-strings sex.
Time and time again, I told myself I was okay with that. Because being wanted for sex was better than being wanted for nothing.
But the truth was, it wasn’t okay, and I was waiting for the day that somehow someone saw past my flaws and sawme.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel much like partying.
“I need some air,” I said to Rory.
“You want me to come?”
“No.” I waved her off. “I’ll be fine.”
I weaved through the sea of bodies and out of the room, heading for the kitchen and the yard beyond it.
The frigid fall air smarted my lungs the second I stepped outside, but it felt nice against my skin, and I tilted my head back to the stars, inhaling a sharp breath.
I was a good person.
