Whoops and hollers follow Bishop’s suggestion. Bishop and Devlin disappear for a few minutes, then return with a bottle of Jack Daniels and cups.
“Can you handle eighteen shots, or will you puss out on us?” Bishop presents me with a plastic cup and brandishes the whiskey.
“Fuck you, you damn sadist.”
I snatch the cup while Bishop snickers. He pours shots for everyone.
“Want to do a body shot, babe?”
Marissa peeks at me through her false lashes. She pretends to lift the bottom of her cropped sweater higher, like she might show off some underboob. I think she’s aiming for coquettish, but it misses the mark by miles and falls firmly under slutty.
I open my mouth, but my brain derails before reaching an answer. Goddamn it, the break was her idea and I’m getting sick of these games.
“To our golden boy, Saint,” Devlin toasts, saving me from dealing with Marissa. I flash him a grateful look and he lifts a brow. “And to you seniors fucking off after this year.”
Devlin ducks with unrepentant amusement when I swipe at him.
“Let’s get fucked up!” Bishop howls like a coyote and downs his shot.
The rest of us answer his battle cry and down our drinks.
Marissa makes a show of letting her whiskey spill from the corners of her pouty mouth, the amber rivulets trailing pathways down her neck.
“Oops,” she murmurs as she plasters herself to my body again. “I got all messy. Lick it up for me, baby.” She rises on the balls of her feet to whisper in my ear. “And then we can go to your room and I’ll lick you.”
Incredulous, I watch her from the corner of my eye.
Part of me just wishes I’d give in. Even though I’m done with her bullshit, my life makes more sense when I go with what’s expected of me. Play the quarterback position, date the head cheerleader, live the all-American dream.
It’s easier to shut off and stick with the status quo.
But I can’t.
“Marissa, come on…”
I gently nudge her back and wipe up the trail of whiskey from her neck with my knuckle.
I cast my attention around the party, looking for another paper thin excuse to slip away.
“Elena’s trying to call you to dance.” I give Marissa an encouraging push. “Go have fun. I’m probably going to swing out back for a smoke.”
Thankfully, Marissa takes the bait. Her hips sway with exaggerated movements as she struts away from me. As soon as she’s with her friends, she drops low into a squat and sticks her ass out, wiggling it enticingly.
“Christ,” I mutter.
Devlin claps me on the shoulder. “Should’ve just let her suck your dick. Then she’d get bored and leave you alone for the rest of the night.”
“The break was her idea.”
“It’s always their idea when chicks want to free themselves of attachments.”
I frown. “Her parents took her to Monaco over the summer.”
Devlin gives a low whistle.
“Yup. She was totally trying to snag some guilt-free vacation dick.” A contemplative expression crosses Devlin’s face. “Or pussy.”
“I don’t care. I’m done with her anyway.”
“Well, you’re going to need to prove it in front of everyone.”
“I’ve been looking all night, but nothing’s caught my eye.”
“What about that one?”
“No.”
He scans around us and subtly points out another beautiful girl. “That one?”
I sigh. “No.”
Our back and forth continues as we scope potential picks. Across the room, I spot a girl I can count on to get my current ex off my back for the night. She’s my old faithful.
“There. Heather’s perfect for this.”
A mix of relief and heat trickles through me as I cross the room, eating up the distance in four strides.
She’s talking to Alec, the new guy we appointed as our wide receiver. Her honey-blonde hair falls past her shoulders in soft waves that beg for fingers to sink in and pull on. It’s shorter than when I saw in school. She must have gotten it cut.
My attention dips to her ass and I wet my lips.
Sorry, bro. Team captain status and my birthday trumps the new kid in line for pussy.
I grab her hips and spin her. The shocked squeak from her barely registers before I crush my lips to her mouth. My arms surround her, fingers buried in the silky hair at the nape of her neck.
Her ass is divine. It fits perfectly in my hand.
She squirms and my arms tighten. Every time we fuck, we play hard to get as foreplay. It sets my blood on fire and my dick hardens in my jeans.
Wolf whistles chorus around us.
As I kiss her, I’m overcome by the urge to toss her over my shoulder and cart her to my bedroom. She smells incredible and I’m eating up the soft sounds that escape her.
God, my dick has woken the hell up. The apathy clinging to me has fled. I’ve regained a little of my old self. It makes me grin against her plush lips.
She’s got me raring to go from one kiss.
I am going to fuck her so good she won’t walk right at school on Monday.
All night long, my dick hasn’t shown any interest in a girl. It’s good to be back on top as I kiss the hell out of the fiery little minx in my arms.
Three
Gemma
There’s nowhere to go.
My body is trapped against his.
He has one big hand planted on my ass, squeezing it, and the other clamped around the back of my neck to keep me in place as he claims my mouth.
The kiss is ravenous.
My brain can’t follow a straight path because the way his tongue pushes past my lips makes my toes curl.
When our tongues touch, his low growl vibrates through my body and triggers a piercing pulse of heat.
After what I’ve been through, I’m shocked by the answering excitement singing in my veins.
This is the opposite of what I pictured for my first kiss. The sweet, soft press of lips I imagined has burst into flames, scorched away by the reality of this wicked, possessive onslaught of heat.
As the caveman bastard’s hand glides over my ass and digs down the waistband of my jeans, my brain finally catches up. I inhale sharply and bite the asshole’s lip—hard.
It has the desired effect. He jolts back with a grunt, releasing me to press his fingers to his lip.
I hope it fucking aches.
“Is that what you do around here?” I spit, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Just go around kissing every girl like you own them?”
Surprise crosses his face for a second before he blinks it away.
Now that he’s not assaulting me with his uninvited kiss, I get a good look at him.
Oh shit.
The burglar of my first kiss is that damned football captain, Lucas Saint. I still haven’t figured out how the gymnasium door opens without sticking, but I have learned that this guy is the king around here. The whole school worships him.
Lucas stands tall—taller than my brother at over six foot—with light brown hair and arresting blue eyes. He has broad shoulders, and those arms he trapped me with are sculpted.
His eyes flash and his mouth quirks into a sinful curve as he takes me in with a sweeping look.