Chapter One
Colton
Summer before freshman year of college...
My lips quirk at the corners as I glance around. It’s fucking madness, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is exactly how you kick off summer vacation. Leave it to Beck Hollingsworth to throw the mother of all graduation parties. The three key ingredients necessary for a kickass party are present—scantily clad chicks, plenty of free-flowing booze, and last but not least, parents conspicuously absent from the festivities. Never let it be said that Beck doesn’t know how to do it up right. After all, this isn’t his first rodeo. This guy has thrown some over-the-top, police-called-to-break-it-up, someone-almost-drowns-in-the-pool parties over the years.
There’s a girl tucked under each arm as they stare adoringly up at me. Albeit drunkenly. A few more crowd around, circling like sharks, waiting for an opportunity to home in on the action. Delicate hands stroke over my bare chest. Another female presses her breasts against my back as her nimble fingers slide their way across my waist and wrap around my ribs.
One thing is for sure, I’m going to miss these girls when I leave for college next month. This is a carefully curated group I’ve trained since freshman year. I have rules when it comes to the opposite sex.
And the first one is that I don’t do relationships. If that’s what you’re looking for, find your pleasure elsewhere. If you think you can parlay a one-night stand into a bona fide relationship, you’ve got the wrong guy. I have zero interest in getting serious or forming attachments.
Rule number two—what happens at a party stays at a party. Don’t bring that shit to school Monday morning. As long as everyone walks away feeling good at the end of the night, it’s a win-win situation. I’m careful to cull out the ones who are secretly looking for more of a connection.
Needy and clingy chicks need not apply.
Rule number three—
“Colton,” a female voice purrs in my ear, “let’s go upstairs.”
My gaze flickers to Ella Sullivan. She’s become a fan favorite over the years. Pretty face. Banging body. And has demonstrated an impressive stamina when it comes to blow jobs.
She’s got that elusive trifecta going on.
“Yeah, Colton,” Marissa Dix adds, trying to get in on the action as she presses her sweet titties against me, “let’s get out of here. It’s way too crowded.”
Did someone order a threesome for the evening?
Yes, please.
What I’ve discovered is the more, the merrier. Added bonus, it’s difficult to say that you were under the impression we were exclusive when you sat there and watched me bone your friend Saturday night.
I’m about to let these girls have their wicked way with me when I catch a flash of long blond hair from the corner of my eye. Before I can stop myself, my head snaps in that direction. It’s like an automatic reflex.
Every muscle goes whipcord tight.
Alyssa Williams.
What the hell is she doing here?
I’d hoped she would remain conspicuously absent from tonight’s gathering. If there’s one chick I avoid at all costs, it’s the blonde firecracker. My gaze slides to the girl she’s dragging through the crowd like a ragdoll. By the stubborn set of Mia’s jaw, my guess is that her bestie wasn’t given much of a choice when it came to making an appearance. The dark-haired chick looks like she’s being held at gunpoint. Now that brings a smile to my face. Mia is Beck’s next-door neighbor. She hates the dude with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
Possibly more.
Interestingly enough, Mia avoids Beck in much the same way I steer clear of Alyssa, which hasn’t been easy since my dick has decidedly different ideas on the matter. Even now, it’s stirring in my boardshorts with piqued interest, attempting to rise to the occasion. Unfortunately for me, Alyssa doesn’t understand the word no. Even though I shoot her down on a regular basis, she continues to come at me hard every chance she gets.
And that, my friends, only makes me want her more. She’s a girl who knows what she wants and goes after it with single-minded determination. And what she wants is me.
Damn, if that’s not hot.
I’d like to say that it’ll be easier once I leave for college, but that won’t be the case given that Alyssa will also be attending Wesley University this fall. At least there are ten thousand students on campus. With any luck, dodging her will be a hell of a lot easier than it has been in high school. Everywhere I go, there she is.
As ridiculous as it sounds, air gets wedged in my lungs as Alyssa’s blue gaze steadily combs over the sea of drunken classmates before locking on mine. I steel myself for that little zip of electricity to sizzle its way through my blood. It takes everything I have inside to will down the growing erection.
Just the sight of her is enough to get me hard.
One of the girls wrapped around me like a python pretends to accidentally graze my wood with her fingers before making an appreciative noise deep in her throat and pressing closer.
If only she realized that my state of arousal has nothing to do with her.
Then again, she probably wouldn’t give two shits.
“Colton, baby,” Ella purrs before cupping the side of my face and turning my head until I have no choice but to stop staring at Alyssa. Once my gaze collides with hers, a seductive smile wreathes her face. “I thought we were heading inside.”
A couple of seconds ago, that’s exactly what the plan for the evening had been. As much as I wish it were otherwise, these girls pale in comparison to the blond, blue-eyed dancer.
“Not yet,” I mutter before shifting my stance, only wanting to shake off these chicks as my gaze fastens on Alyssa. Once my sights are locked on her, everything inside me settles.
With a critical eye, I dissect her one feature at a time. What the hell is it about that girl that gets to me? I’ve spent more time attempting to figure out that conundrum than I’m comfortable admitting. Even privately, to myself.
She’s gorgeous with a curtain of shiny blond hair that hangs down her back. Dark blue eyes that are, more times than not, lit up with mischief and laughter. I’ll be honest, she’s not my usual type. I like a big booty and nice round titties. Alyssa is long and lithe with a dancer’s body. She’s muscular and athletic with high, tight breasts.
That being said, beautiful girls are a dime a dozen around here. And if they aren’t naturally alluring, they add extensions, fake lashes and have learned to apply influencer-level makeup to give the illusion. I could swing my dick around and hit five of them at this very moment.
Whatever this is with Alyssa, it’s more than skin deep. I can’t put my finger on what I find so appealing, but it’s been simmering beneath the surface for as long as I can remember. We’re talking way back in middle school when I first noticed the opposite sex. Luckily, that was right around the time they became aware of me.
Except for Alyssa. She was too busy dancing. It was probably better that way.
Some time during sophomore year, her sights locked on me, and she’s been giving chase ever since. What I’ve discovered is that it’s exhausting to keep someone at a distance that you really don’t want to hold off. There have been times when I’ve been tempted to wave the white flag and give in. I have a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. The attraction between us has always been combustible. It sputters and sparks to life whenever we’re in the same room together. The more I deny it, the more it ratchets up. Deep down, I know she’s the one girl who has the ability to weasel her way into my heart, and that’s the last thing I want.