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“You’ve never been to a River Boys’ party before, have you?” The guy standing beside me laughs when he notices me looking a little overwhelmed.
Finn warned me it would be wild here, but what I’m seeing in front of me is beyond what I imagined. There's a girl over by the stereo system getting her pussy licked, maybe that wouldn’t be so crazy if she wasn’t sucking another guy's cock at the same time. Blow is being served around like canapes and the whole room is filled with a cloud of weed-infused smoke.
“Is it that obvious?” I shrug awkwardly.
People from around here assume that me being from L.A. makes me used to this kind of thing, but the truth isn’t even close. I’ve been sheltered my whole life and had every decision made for me since the day I was born. Looking around the room I can almost understand why my parents were so strict.
“Here, knock this back. It won’t seem so overwhelming.” The guy grabs me a shot from the tray one of the half-naked women passes us with and I do as he suggests, enjoying the way it burns its way down my throat.
“So, who pays for all this?” I ask, looking around for any sign of the River Boys.
“Noah, I guess.” The guy shrugs
“Noah?” I laugh. I see him around the ranch from time to time when he visits Garrett, he may not be a cowboy, but I know he has the Carson brand burned into his chest.
“Yeah, rumor has it he inherited a small fortune after his father died, guess this is what he’s chosen to do with it. But, I don’t wanna talk about him. I wanna know ‘bout you, sweetheart. What brought you here tonight? I ain’t seen you around before.” The guy rests both his palms on the wall behind me so I’m caged in.
He’s handsome in a frat boy kinda way, nothing like Cole, who's mature with a rugged kinda handsome look that is all I seem to focus on these days.
“I’ve been in town for a while, staying with a friend. Tonight, I thought I’d let my hair down,” I tell him casually. Though coming here alone tonight felt a little terrifying. I love the girls, but staying in and helping Maisie take care of the babies and hearing Leia whine about how her favorite pair of jeans no longer fit her is not my idea of a good Saturday night. I left L.A. to seek some adventure. I could feel life going straight past me and figured it was time for me to find my own way.
“Well, I’m glad you did.” The guy smiles as he takes another shot from a different tray and encourages me to knock it back.
My phone is buzzing in my purse, but I ignore it. I know it will be Dad again, maybe even Mom—if she’s drunk enough vodka martinis. They called and demanded I go home last week. I think sometimes they forget that I'm twenty-three years old. Partially, it’s my fault since I’ve allowed them to spoil me like a brat and rule my life in the process. There's no way I’m ready to go back. I left to look for adventure and so far, Fork River has provided plenty of it.
I can handle my liquor, plenty of my father’s high-class parties have trained me well. Sneaking drinks at them was theonlyfuck youI could give to my parents, and I learned from a young age what my limit was.
Taking the blunt, that the guy’s friend comes over and offers me, is a little different. I’ve smoked normal cigarettes before, but this is a little different. It makes me choke when I first take it back, and it’s much harsher than I expected. The effect from it comes a lot quicker than I anticipated.
I don’t know at what point I stop giving a fuck that I’m in a room full of people giving each other sexual favors, or when I decided it would be a good idea to show everyone here how good I can dance, but I’m pretty sure the stuff I’ve been toking back on had something to do with it.
“You're lookin’ good, girl.” One of the boys spurs me on, holding my hand as I stand myself up on the glass coffee table and start to sway to the music. “You wanna show us those titties?” He nudges his friend and winks.
I somehow manage to twist my body down so my ass is nearly touching the table's surface, impressed by the crowd my moves have attracted. I lift myself back up seductively, earning me a roar from all the guys surrounding me. I like how it sounds. I like how it feels, as though I’m floating as I lift my hair up from behind my neck and wiggle my hips.
“Come on, babe, show us some more.” A hand slides up my skirt and grips around my thigh, and I have no idea who it belongs to.
“Get your hand off her,” a voice I know well bellows over the music and when I spin my head and look over my shoulder, Cole is standing front and center, among all the people watching me.
“Cole!” I don’t know how long he’s been there or how much he’s seen but suddenly my legs feel weak and my cheeks are burning. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of my reaction and somehow manage to compose myself. “You wanna see moretoo?” I tilt my head and bite my lip at him before turning my attention away and continuing to dance.
“You're still touchin’ her.” Cole steps around the table, his eyes focused on the hand that's currently squeezing my thigh while he breathes through his nose.
“Chill out, man, we were just having some fu—” The guy gets silenced when Cole’s fist slams into his jaw, the force of it so powerful that it sends him straight to the ground. Gasps and sounds of shock come from around us, but Cole doesn’t seem to pay them any attention.
“Get down, I’m takin’ ya home.” He refuses to make eye contact with me like I repulse him, and not only does it hurt but it makes me fucking angry.
“I’m fine where I am, thank you.” I continue moving to the music and, this time, it’shishand that grips around my thigh,hisfingers pressing so deep into my flesh that I’m sure they’ll leave a mark. It sends a spark of electricity all the way to my center.
“Isaid, get down,” he hisses through his teeth, and I keep rolling my shoulders to the music as I lean forward so our noses almost touch.
“AndIsaid, no.” I smile at him, flicking the end of his nose and watching his frustration burn from the inside out when he closes his eyes and tenses his jaw.
I don’t have time to bask in my victory, not when my feet get swept up from under me and he tosses me over his shoulder. I don’t fight back or protest like I should, in fact, I let the haze in my head take over and relax against him like a dead weight.
“I’m not ready to go home yet,” I mumble at him feebly, my body suddenly feeling numb and heavy at the same time. I have no idea how I was holding myself up a few seconds ago, let alone dancing.
“Well, that's where you're goin’,” he growls, shocking me back awake when I feel his teeth sink into my ass cheek through the fabric of my skirt.
