Fuck him. A growl escaped me.
The girl gasped. She had crawled on top of me, straddling me. Mistaking my growl for a groan, she started humping me harder. Her hips constricted and stretched as she sped up her pace. She murmured, flashing me a smile as her hair fell to cover her face, "Oh, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good."
I was bored. And pisssed. And, as she rubbed over me harder and harder, I grunted. Okay, that did feel good. My hand went to her ass and cupped her there. She squealed from excitement, rubbing harder against me, more sensually.
Maybe? I was tempted. Kate had been too possessive lately. She would hear about this chick and learn her lesson. She wouldn't be happy, but I wasn't her boyfriend. I wasn't anyone's boyfriend and had no intention to be.
"Omph!" The girl fell off of me. She caught herself, grabbing hold of the bedsheets, but the weight of her body tipped the balance and she slid to the floor.
It happened in slow motion. I could've caught her, but I made no move to grab her. The girl was drunk. She was grinding on me, but it was haphazard and she was grunting more than I liked to hear from girls. As she laid on the floor, dazed at what happened, I sat up on the side of the bed.
I was about to stand up, when she grabbed my hand. "Wait."
"Listen," I peered down at her.
She shook her head. Her lips were pressed together and she looked ready to puke. "No, no." Scrambling back to her knees, she started pawing at my jeans. "Don't go. I'll blow you. You'll like it. I promise."
"You're way too drunk."
"I'm not." She was pale in the face. I could almost smell the vomit coming from her. It was a matter of time.
"Look—" I started, but heard from the hallway, "Are you kidding me?"
"What—" The girl swung her head to the door. "Who was that?"
I didn't care. Logan was right. I needed to get laid, but not by this one. She was a mess. "Look," Fuck. What was her name? I took hold of her arm and lifted her to her feet. "You need to find your friends—"
"You're my friend." With one movement, she jerked her shirt down and her breasts sprung out. She wasn't wearing a bra and as she licked her lips, gazing up at me, I was starting to wonder if she had come to the party with this plan already in her head. She rubbed her breasts against me and slid a hand down my chest, resting over the bulge in my pants. She cupped me, applying pressure with her palm, as she whispered, "See? He's my friend."
I removed her hand and smirked down at her. "I'm a guy. Don't get a big head. He springs up for no reason sometimes."
Her eyes went flat and she pressed her lips together for a moment. I could see the thoughts flying through her head. She wanted to keep going. I could've said anything and she would counter with another move.
This chick wanted a boyfriend. I shook my head. I thought she was a screw 'em type of girl, one that was down for what we needed and kept her mouth shut about it. It was now that I realized she wasn't. I would bet a hundred bucks she wanted to leave and announce to everyone we had screwed. Shit. I wasn't going to screw her and she was still going to say something anyway.
I rolled my eyes. "Look, lady."
"Lady." She giggled, pressing her face into my chest so her laughter was muffled. Her hand began tickling my chest. She was trying to be seductive. She was being annoying. "Stop." I caught her hand, both of them and pushed her away. When she tried to come back, I held her away from me. "Stop. You hear me?"
She did, but she was confused. Then the anger filled her gaze.
I shook my head. "I don't do random hook-ups."
"I know." Her eyes lit up. "And don't worry. I can handle it."
"Being your girl—"
"Do not say girlfriend. You are not my girlfriend."
Her shoulders dropped. A hurt expression came over her.
"I will not have a girlfriend and you're not going to tell your friends we screwed up here. You got that?"
"What's going to stop me?"
"Me." I'd been nice to her. That was done. I let her see that I was pissed. As she did, she took a step back. I narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm sick of being used to up someone's social status so if you breathe one lie about what happened up here, I will come for you or I'll let Kate have at you."
Fear flashed in her gaze.
I hated using Kate as a weapon, but it was the truth. Kate kept quiet. She'd been more nuts than normal lately, but she could be ruthless if I allowed it. I'd allow it this time. I held a hand up. "No lies. That's all I'm saying."
She nodded and swallowed over a lump.
Then we heard again from the hallway, "You were making out with another girl!"
The girl's lip started quivering and a whimper left her. "I thought you liked me."
"I know, but I thought you really liked me. We danced—"
"You came over and started grinding on my leg."
I nodded, then sighed. "Look, you can hook-up with my brother. I'll put in a good word for you."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up.
For fuck's sake. I'd give Logan the full download on her, but he wouldn't care. He liked blow jobs. Everyone knew that. I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go out okay. No lies, remember?"
She made an exaggerated motion of zipping her lips and throwing the key away. That was what she meant, but she hit her nose, didn't know it, and almost fell as she threw the imaginary key away. I caught her around the waist and held her up. Then I ushered her out to the hallway, but stopped as I saw Sam in the hallway.
She was talking to a guy. His back was to me, but it was obvious the douche thought he was hot shit. I was tempted to step forward. I didn't. I wanted to see how she handled him. She had balls of steel. I saw it in her at the gas station and she'd been proving me right. How would she handle this?
"I know it looks bad."
I wanted to grin. His pants were undone. His shirt was off. The guy got caught. I wished Logan could watch this guy grovel. He'd have a few jokes for him.
Sam stiffened. "Are you dense?"
The girl had leaned back against my chest. She was content to watch this live entertainment. Fine by me. She wouldn't go off to her friends and say something she'd regret later. As we listened, the douche blamed Sam for his cheating, then he started to grovel. I couldn't hold back my smirk as he started with the promises of how much he loved her. Wait. As I listened, the guy went a different path.
He snapped at her, glaring, "Why don't you get off your high horse? Fine, we're done. I'm not even going to kiss your ass. It hasn't done me a damn thing in the three years we've been dating or the two it took me to get you. I can be half the nice guy I am to you and I've got no problem getting panties to drop."
He had more coming. My eyes narrowed to slits and anger had started in me. This guy was a dick. He expected things. I'd seen it so many damn times and I hated these guys, every single time I saw one show himself. They expected things when they were nice.
The girl lifted her head from my chest and frowned at me. She was sensing my anger.
My jaw firmed. She expected things too. Guy or girl, I hated people like that. They did something nice and had strings attached. When they pulled on those strings and their expected prize wasn't attached, they got angry.
My hand jerked beside me. I'd seen enough adults like him, like the girl in front of me, to know how they'd be when they grew up. They'd ruin lives. Shit. They'd ruin their kids' lives. That's what they'd do, just like my fucking parents.
Then the dick spat out, "You're just some high class bitch that ain't high class, Sam."
I'd been holding back. I couldn't anymore. Sam might've been able to handle him fine, even though she was the idiot who dated him in the first place, but I was growing tired of holding myself back. I started to move the girl to the side in front of me, but Sam was talking to him again. She flashed me a warning. Fine. I held back, but I wasn't going to wait for long.
"I know that you've been cheating on me. Even my mother knew."
"That makes you look like a fool."
"Maybe. Or maybe I didn't give a crap." She lifted her chin in a challenge.
As she did, a flare of pride started in me. I saw those balls of steel come out again. Maybe… Then her ex-moron spilled the beans. He'd been fucking one of her friends. She moved back as if he had slapped her.
He kept going, "I'd be up here with her now if she wasn't so obsessed with Kade. Ever since the car bombing, it's all either of them talk about. I told her to get straight. The Kade brothers are going down. They set fire to those cars. The cops have to know—"
The girl in front of me looked up. He was talking about me. He was done. He just didn't know it. I started forward again, then Sam yelled at him, "Shut up. You don't know a thing about it. I was there. I was outside and you don't know anything. Jessica and Lydia were inside. They didn't see a thing. They were wasted that night."
I should've stepped in and set the guy right. I didn't. I couldn't look away from Sam. She looked ready to collapse on her feet, but there was fire in her depths. She was defying him. She lifted her eyes to me and the challenge was there for me at the same time. She wasn't just dealing with him. Her message was to me too.
She wasn't normal. I had thought it before, but I knew it now. Sam wasn't like the rest. She was different. And at that thought, I frowned. An emotion started in me, one I didn't recognize and didn't like.
Then she slapped him. She delivered a last look at me after she did it and then she stalked away.
"Well, then," the girl murmured in front of me. She giggled. "That's not messy at all."
Her ex whirled around and his eyes got big.
I narrowed mine at him and shook my head. "Your girl, right there, just saved your ass from getting a beat down."
He tried to puff up his chest, but he couldn't. His face was already red from her slap and he eyed me with caution instead.
I grunted. Good boy. He kept quiet. "You're an asshole and you're an idiot. You just cheated on the one girl that's not like the rest."
He grew thoughtful, but he knew what I meant. There was one girl that all the guys wanted, one girl that wasn't like the rest, and one girl that every guy could search a lifetime for. That was Samantha. I knew it now and so did he. As he continued to watch me, I shook my head and smirked at him.
He knew that I knew and it was too late. He'd never get her back, not when I knew too.
He flushed, reading my thoughts and I laughed at him before I went downstairs. The girl followed me. Logan was in the kitchen and I handed her to him. I took his beer at the same time and said, "She wanted me to put in a good word for her, but she's too drunk. She's a mess. I'd stay away from this one."
He lifted his hand and moved back from her.
She gasped and glared at me. "Jerk."
As she shoved off into the crowd, I shrugged. I'd been called much worse and I had no doubt that I would be again.