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Atticus’s tongue slips out, playfully licking along the skin of my hand still lifted in front of him. “That’s only part of the game. We need to kiss, you know.”
I swallow down my groan and watch him with a blank stare. He’s damn serious about it. I turn to my friends, and they both watch me with amused looks.
“We’ve been playing this for a while, and we’ve all already kissed.” Piper shrugs.
“He’s kind of a good kisser,” Blaire remarks with a face full of confusion, like she couldn’t believe he actually has a talent on his stupid, constantly humored face.
I roll over until I’m up on my knees, my palms brushing over my plaid skirt. I lean forward, my breasts smushing together against my push-up bra as I hover over the center of our circle. I can feel the air as it caresses the backs of my thighs, my panties peeking slightly from beneath the fabric.
Atticus does nothing besides stare at me.
“Kiss me now or your chance is over forever,” I mumble.
That gets him moving. He snaps up, his knee knocking against the bottle, and it slides forward, knocking against Piper’s knee. He grabs each side of my face, his palms warm with the alcohol flowing through his body. Then he presses his lips against mine.
My eyebrows raise at the feeling. He is a good kisser. I relax my lips, and he nudges them open with his own, slipping his tongue inside. I grind my tongue against his, because Felix pissed me off in the worst possible way, making me want something. He made me wanthim, and now I’m going to fuck him back, twice as hard.
“That’s enough,” Blaire groans, tapping the bottle against my knee.
“It was kind of hot,” Piper whines, her voice breathy.
Atticus pulls back from me, his hand raising, his knuckles brushing against the flushed skin just above the cups of my bra. “I’m kind of bored playing this game.” His voice turns raspy, deep and full of a need that I can feel pulling between my legs. I sit back against my heels, and his hand separates from my skin.
I can hear the floors creak, and we all turn to the stairs, seeing Felix’s dark head stepping in with a bottle of beer in his hands. He narrows his eyes, anger rolling through his sharp stare. And it spears me, knives burrowing into my skin as he watches me with rage.
Anger?Angry about fucking what?
“What kind of fucking party is going on up here?” Felix barks, his eyes falling to each of us, all in different stages of undress.
Atticus shoves to a stand, his black boxer briefs barely concealing his straining erection. The three of us look shocked as he stretches, a little wobbly on his feet. His erection points straight at us, and my eyes instantly slide to Felix’s. He’s staring daggers at me.
He’s pissed.
“A good one. You can come join, though your grumpy ass better not be a fucking buzzkill.” Levi chuckles.
Felix says nothing, stalking across the room and propping against the wall. The tension in the room grows, and I can feel it directed straight at me. It’s as if he wants me to fold, crumble under his stare.
I refuse.
Standing up, I turn toward Levi. I might be a little petty, a little spiteful with my actions, but a part of me wants to piss Felix off. For fucking me and then acting like I didn’t exist. For being cruel to me. He deserves a little bite back, I think.
Levi stares straight at my legs, and from the position he’s in, I’m sure he can see a sliver of my panties beneath my skirt with how it’s adjusted.
He swallows hard, his eyes darting to Felix’s before he turns back to look at me. “I’m not going to be tempted by your witchy ass.” His eyes raise to mine. “But you are fucking sexy, and if my bro behind me wasn’t about to snap my neck, I’d probably already have you on your back.”
I roll my eyes when Atticus lets out a bark of a laugh.
Felix says nothing, though the energy around him grows darker. More volatile.
“I say we have some fun. It’s graduation night. You’ll only get one of them,” Atticus suggests, and I glance over at him to watch him grab both Piper and Blaire’s wrists, pulling them to a stand.
“What do you have in mind?” Piper asks, wobbling on her feet. Her hands fall to Blaire’s shoulders, almost tipping her over in the process. Blaire grabs Piper around the hips, righting her once again.
“Three-some? Four-some? Five-some? Shit, Felix, you in? Fucking six-some?”
I barely glance at Felix as he shakes his head. “Hard pass. They’ll probably put a spell on you and break your dick.” His eyes hit mine, and I see so much malice in them before he speaks again. “At least Hazel will.”
“Fuck off,” I snap. I turn to Levi, a little smirk popping to my lips. I’ve seen my friends naked plenty of times, but we’ve never crossed that barrier. I don’t really see them as anything but my best friends, but I can’t say having one night of fun with these guys—minus Felix—sounds horrible. Because it doesn’t.
