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I shift to the chair beside her and drop down into Lenny’s lap. Her boyfriend never misses a beat as he continues talking to Zulich. Further, his hand slides up my back, massaging my shoulder.
I don’t attempt to hide my smile as I watch Ava’s expression grow from shocked to irate as she jumps up out of her seat. “Are you fucking serious right now?” Only she’s not asking me, her fury is aimed at Lenny.
I take a look back at him. His face may express confusion, but he totally knows what she’s furious about. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“You know exactly what’s wrong.” She takes a second to give me her best angry stare then stomps off. Lenny curses under his breath, grips my hips a little too comfortably as he gently guides me off his lap, and sets me on the lounge chair he was just occupying. “Let me go unwind her cunt string.” He looks down at me. “Unless you’d like to unwind with me instead.”
“Not a fucking chance.” I already got all I needed from him. He was only a tool to piss Ava off and show her I could break her if I wanted. I won’t. Mainly because I don’t want Lenny’s grimy hands on me. Even I have my limits, and I’d rather fuck that bartending bitch than Ava’s fuckstick.
Lenny can’t take no for an answer and says, “Offer still stands,” before coolly walking off in the direction his hostile girlfriend disappeared in.
Finally. They’re both out of sight, so I recline back on the lounger, opt to not use the shot glass, and take a swig directly out the bottle. Scanning the partygoers, I spot a few dumbasses that I have no use for and don’t feel like searching out the ones I do have a use for at the moment.
I’m tired. This shit sucks. I never get this tired, but tonight I’m fucking done. So, I take in the party from my spot, drinking whiskey until its effects finally start to grip my intrusive thoughts. Most of the time, I welcome them. Right now, I just want to sleep. What the fuck is up with that? I’ve only been here for maybe an hour or so. Usually, I’m just getting started about this time. All this bullshit isn’t enough to hold my attention anymore.
And for a few seconds, I wonder what life will look like next year wherever the hell I decide to go. I have options, though none are appealing at the moment. I don’t believe any are really going to make me happy. Because I’m never happy. Cade is right about one thing: I’m a miserable bitch who loves to drag others into the shit too.
Shoving off the chair, I keep the bottle tightly clutched in my hand and make my way back into the house. Not spotting any of the assholes I’m searching for, I walk to the rear of the kitchen and head up the back staircase that leads to what looks like a formal living area. People are situated around it, and there’s one that catches my attention immediately.
Cade.
He’s on the opposite side, perched against the pony wall. His attention fixated on something on the other side of the partition. Walking over, it takes me two seconds to spot what he’s viewing. Neil is sitting with Savannah. They both look very interested in knowing more about each other.
Neil looks like he’s making a move, his mouth next to her ear as he whispers something to her. She laughs and playfully slaps at his chest. He’s so fucking awkward, but it looks like it’s working because her hand is on his thigh, and I can say for damn sure she wouldn’t be doing that if she didn’t feel some kinda way about him.
“Looks like your buddy has better game than you.”
Cade turns his body to directly face me but motions with his head towards his lovesick buddy. “Did you do that?”
“Do what?” I have a feeling I know what he’s talking about, but I really can’t take credit for this one.
He takes a step closer, and I stand my ground, his face stops only inches from mine. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I swear to God, Morgan, if you’re doing this to fuck with me, Iwillend you.”
I tsk-tsk, shaking my head slightly as a smile stretches across my lips. There’s been no effort from me to hammer his button this time, but here he is, all puffed up. “I didn’t do anything. But I find it funny that you think Neil can’t get his own girl without it being about you.” I glance down at Savannah and Neil, they are oblivious to what’s being discussed about them.
Looking back to Cade, I give him a pitiful look. Because he is pathetic. “Maybe you should stop hovering and give him the chance to have a friend other than you. Or just go tell him you don’t believe he can secure pussy on his own and cockblock him all the way out of the game tonight.” I raise the whiskey bottle up and take a swig. Before I step away, I grasp his hand and lead him back with me. Shockingly, he stiffly follows without complaint but keeps a suspicious eye on me as I guide him to sit down on the sofa and climb on his lap. I hold the bottle to him. “Want some?”
He roughly snatches the bottle out of my hand then drinks down a few large gulps. Fuck. He’s going hard tonight. And not just on the drink. I rock my hips, feeling him under me. His head turns to the side as he flings the bottle to the floor.
“I wasn’t done with that.” I lean forward, pressing my ass into his lap. “Guess I’ll have to taste it from your tongue.”
And he allows me, though his guard is still in place, but he’s definitely into this as much as I am. His body leaves no doubt as his hips lift up and his hands control my hips, pressing me against his hard cock. When his mouth meets mine, his tongue moves with a desperation I feel in my core.
Breaking away from the kiss, I move forward, his lips trail down my neck as my hands grip his shoulders and hold tight as I rock against him. Fuck. How does he feel so good and all we’re doing is dry humping? Maybe I shouldn’t take it all the way with him, because in this moment, I’m questioning if I’ll get enough and be able to walk away. Ugh—his mouth, his hands, his touch are all making me feel better than anyone else has in a long time. Even those years ago when we were both inexperienced, I’d felt it.
This is just sex, Morgan. That’s all it will ever be.
His hand moves over my dress, one coming up to cup my breast, the other in my hair as he pulls me to his mouth. Suddenly, he breaks away, his breathy words floating over my throbbing lips. “I can’t do this.”
Good. At least he’s still fighting against what he wants and believes he shouldn’t, struggling to resist me. That’ll make it even sweeter when he caves and gives in to what we both want. “And why is that?” I lean forward, my tongue trailing over his jawline as I feel the muscle tense.
“Because we’re in the middle of a goddamn party.” His words are saying one thing but his hands are communicating another. He holds me to him still, fingers digging into my hips, and it don’t feel like he cares to release me or put a stop to our public display.
“I don’t mind spectators.” I lick my way down his neck, then prop my arms on his shoulders, my hands sliding into his hair as my hips slowly sway and move against him, my mouth next to his ear. “What’s really holding you back?”
“Because it’s you,” he admits, and that’s when I know I’ve won.
Covering my mouth with his, I kiss him for a minute before I break away. My fingers work the button of his jeans until I get them unfastened. “Tell me you don’t want to fuckme.” Dragging the zipper down, I reach inside his jeans as he turns his head to the side. His body tenses beneath me when I take his cock in my hand, then, stroking him, I rub my panties against him. “Tell me, Cade.”
