by Hazel Kelly
And neither were the two mean girls flanking her sides in matching LBDs.
I was about to turn around to see if they were staring down someone else when I remembered I was against the wall.
The blonde stepped up to me, her long hair in a fishtail braid that went all the way down to her waist. "So you're the bitch who went to the barn dance with Shane."
I rolled my shoulders back, suddenly registering why she looked so familiar.
"The one with the deep throat."
My eyes grew wide.
She looked me up and down.
I felt my stomach drop.
"What are you, mute? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
I only had a few inches on her in my heels, but I tried to make the most of it as I looked down at her and cocked my head. "Yeah. I do."
She craned her neck forward, her blue eyes bulging. "Well?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
And that's when I felt a full beer splash across my face and drip down Steph's dress, followed by two more before I'd even opened my eyes.
Chapter 38: Shane
All I saw from across the room was Andi's face right before it happened.
I could tell it was Chloe by her hair and the fact that she was flanked on each side by Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and that awareness was enough to make me hurry over.
But like Andi, I never saw the drinks coming.
I made it there by the time she opened her eyes, but it wasn't like in the movies. The music didn't sputter to an awkward stop. The whole room didn't turn to look.
The party just kept on going- as if the most beautiful woman in the room hadn't just been assaulted.
It made me want to throw up almost as bad as it made me want to grab Chloe by the hair and drag her out of the house like a caveman.
"Get out," I said, stepping in front of Andi and staring down at Chloe's smug expression. "Now."
She scoffed. "We have every right to be here, Shane, just like-"
"You had every right," I said. "Until you did that. You are no longer welcome here- all three of you."
Chloe stared me down for a second like she was trying to decide whether I was serious. "Come on girls. This house is overrated anyway."
My body bubbled with the desire to say something mean as they walked away, something that would tear Chloe down and humiliate her the way she'd humiliated Andi, but she didn't deserve my energy.
I turned around.
Andi was wiping a mixture of beer and mascara from under her eyes. The top of her head was wet and still dripping, though a few of her soft curls had escaped unscathed.
My first thought was to take my shirt off and try to mop her up where the sticky beer was shining against her chest.
Instead, I grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd to the bottom of the stairs.
When we got there, I scooped her up in my arms before she could object and carried her beer scented body up to my room.
As soon as I set her down outside my door, I unlocked it so she could step inside.
I followed a second later, flicking on the switch attached to the bedside lamp before handing her the towel hanging over the back of my desk chair.
"Andi."
She ignored me and ran the towel down her arms.
"Andi. Look at me."
She lifted her heavy looking lashes and raised her eyebrows. "What?"
"I'm sorry."
She dropped her head and started patting the front of her dress, a worried look on her face.
"I had no idea she would ever seek you out, much less-"
"Don't worry about it," she said, her voice cold.
"Can I give you some dry clothes?"
"This isn't even my dress," she mumbled, extending the bottom of it out in front of her so she could see the uneven streaks of beer.
"You want me to send it to the dry cleaners? I can send it right now."
She shook her head.
"Are you okay?" I asked, putting my hands on her shoulders and forcing her to meet my eye.
Her lips twitched.
"Talk to me."
"How did she know what happened in that field?"
I furrowed my brow. "What?"
"I sure as hell didn't tell anybody."
"Neither did I."
"Really?"
I dropped my hands. "Of course not."
"Then why would she refer to me as ‘the bitch who went to the barn dance with you, the one with the deep throat?’"
I closed my eyes and squeezed my temples with one hand.
"Not cool, Shane," she said, stepping out of her heels. "I thought I could trust you to not treat me like one of your little whores. I thought I could trust you to keep things between us."
"You can. And I did. I swear."
Her eyes looked too angry to cry, but the hurt in them was painfully obvious. She turned towards my closet, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards me.
"I know why she said that."
"I'm listening," she said, shaking my hand off her wrist.
"She came here the day after the dance. Angry."
She folded her arms.
"And I'll tell you what was said, but please give me a chance to explain-"
"I want the exact words."
"She said, ‘Good luck finding someone who can deep throat like I can.’"
She shook her head.
"And I yelled after her that I already did."
Her mouth fell open.
"But I wasn't thinking. I was just annoyed that she barged in here and woke every guy in the house with her crazy accusations. I just said it to piss her off. I know that’s immature but-”
"Uh-huh."
"You must know by now that I would never say anything like that about you to anyone, and not just because I don't know how to-"
"What?"
I sighed. "I can't even figure out how to tell Izzy how much you mean to me.”
She pursed her lips.
“So there's no way I'd ever waste my breath trying to convince Chloe that you're the best thing to happen to me in…"
Andi raised her eyebrows.
I stepped up to her, sliding a hand around the back of her neck as my eyes dropped to her lips. "Maybe ever."
She kissed me then, and I held her as my whole body responded to her warmth, her sweetness.
I heard her drop the towel a second later as she swirled her tongue in my mouth and tilted her hips against mine.
"Stay," I whispered, letting my hand find the small zipper between her shoulder blades.
She slid her hands up my chest. "Are you sure you aren't just saying what you think I want to hear because you've always wanted to hook up with a girl that was covered in beer?"
I laughed, laying my forehead against hers as I pulled her zipper down to her waist. "Actually, I didn't know that was a fantasy of mine until about five minutes ago."
"So you didn't plan this?" she asked, her eyes bouncing between me and her fingers as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. "Having your ex throw beer on me so you could get me naked?"
"Only the getting you naked part," I said. "Which I admit I've been plotting for some time."
"If we do this, Shane, there's no going back," she whispered, her brown eyes looking to me for answers.
I slipped a finger under the thin strap of her dress and dragged it over the smooth curve of her shoulder. "Would you even want to?"
Chapter 39: Andi
My breath caught in my throat as he pulled down the front of my dress, exposing my bare breasts.
I kept my eyes on him and wiggled the bottom part over my hips. I would've let it drop to the floor, but it had been through enough so I tossed it over his desk chair.
When I looked back at him, he was drinking me in, his eyes on the lacy red boy shorts slung low on my hips.
"What?" I asked, looking down to see what the fuss was.
"That underwear. It's criminal."
I flicked my wrist. "Oh t
hese old things?"
"Do a little turn for me," he said, throwing his shirt over the chair without taking his eyes off me.
My eyes fell to the muscles that littered his chest, admiring the shadows they cast in the dim light. Then I did a little turn, taking my time so he could see how killer the boy shorts made my butt look.
He was clenching his jaw by the time I faced him again.
"I'm not going to lie," he said. "That underwear makes me want to lock you in my room and never let you out."
The corner of my mouth twitched. "Let's see how tonight goes first."
His intense gaze sank down to my chest, and the eager anticipation I felt for his touch soaked my underwear.
He laid his hands on my breasts gently at first, as if they were bubbles that might burst. But when they didn't, he increased the pressure, causing my whole body to melt against his hands.
With the little strength I had, I stepped towards the bed, catching the excitement flash across his face as I dropped my hands to the top of his jeans.
When I'd managed all the buttons, I stuck a hand down the front of his pants. The heat coming off his hard on made my mouth water.
"I don't want anyone but you," he said, grabbing my face to kiss me. "And when it comes to you, I want every inch to be mine."
I slung my hands over his shoulders and pressed my breasts against his bare chest.
He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, kneeling on the bed a moment later so I was forced off my feet.
I locked my arms around his neck while he walked forward on his knees, his dick against my belly as he dragged me towards the head of the bed.
After he laid me down, he shifted over me so his swollen cock was against my leg and his face was right above mine. "You're so beautiful, Andi," he said, kissing me again before moving his lips below my ear. "And you smell so good right now."
I laughed. "Do I taste like beer?
"A little," he said, kissing his way towards my collarbone and groping my breast with his hand.
My nipples were so hard they ached, and when he took one in his mouth, the pain only got worse as they tightened against his twirling tongue.
"You trying to take a closer look at my panties?" I asked as he kissed down my stomach and around my belly button.
"Shhh," he said, flicking his eyes up to me as he leaned on his side and ran his fingers up my inner thigh.
I exhaled when I felt his fingers press against my heat.
"You're already wet for me," he whispered, dragging his fingertips across the thin fabric.
I stole a quick breath as he curled his fingers around the top of my underwear, lifting my head to watch as he pulled them down my legs and over my feet.
There was no hiding under his gaze. He was staring at me like he planned to draw me from memory.
I was about to beg for his touch again when I felt the tips of his fingers spreading my own silk over me.
A moment later, he slid them inside, looking up at my face as he sank them into my center one inch at a time. "Fuck that's tight," he said, twisting his wrist.
It felt so good to let him have his way with me after wanting him for so long, and I swear I felt my tear ducts twitch at how overwhelmed I was by his touch, his attention.
It was all consuming, and I knew in every part of me that he’d be able to make me come harder than anyone ever had before.
After all, I was as much his in that moment as I’d always been. I just hadn't realized it until we were naked and alone.
He lowered his mouth to me a moment later, replacing his fingers with his tongue as he squeezed my thighs in rhythm with his licks.
The sound of the party below was distant and muffled as my body responded to the forceful lapping of his tongue against me.
Moaning had never felt so natural.
Best of all, it seemed to spur him on.
"Oh god, Shane," I whispered, letting my head fall to the side as I dug my red nails into his comforter. "That feels too good."
"Just like it tastes," he said, his hot breath against me.
The bright ball of heat inside me grew as he found his rhythm, and my eyelids grew heavy.
When his wet fingers squeezed my breast in sync with his tongue, my legs went numb, and I knew I was moments away from the sweet release I craved.
"You're going to make me c-”
He stopped before I'd even got the words out.
I lifted my head, the pain of the suspense more than I could bear.
"Not yet," he said, kissing my stomach and dragging his wet lips across it.
I furrowed my brow, frustrated that he would get me so worked up and then deny me my-
Until I saw his dick in his hand- saw him stroking it beside my wet entrance- and realized I'd never wanted anything more.
"I want you inside me," I said. "Please."
A flicker of amusement lit up his dark eyes, which he kept on me as he fingered me again, scooping out my wetness and coating his dick with it.
I forgot to breathe then- just like I forgot everything that had ever been in my head. I don't know what happened exactly.
Maybe it was seeing my pleasure on his swollen cock- or the aggressive longing in Shane's eyes- but I couldn't look away as I licked my lips and realized how far past the line we’d gone.
"I'm ready," I whispered, looking up at him, his gorgeous body flexed over me like an apparition.
He guided the tip of his dick to my opening and pushed his way in, stretching me wide before stopping halfway so I could brace myself for more.
Then he sank the rest of the way in, and as he forced his last few inches inside me, I let out a groan that was such a shocking mix of pain and pleasure, I was worried he might pull back.
But he didn't.
Instead, he hovered over me, his eyes on mine as the heat of his throbbing cock held me open.
And after what felt like a blissful eternity, he began to thrust.
Chapter 40: Shane
I'd never felt so close to her.
It seems obvious to say that, but I didn't think it would be so good, that it would mean so much.
"You feel incredible," I said, moving slowly so I could watch the subtle shifts in her face as she clenched around every inch of me.
"So do you," she whispered, lifting a hand to my cheek and resting her knees against my hips.
And suddenly it was all too much- the pulsing pressure on my dick, the dreamy look in her eyes. I couldn't handle the swell of emotion taking hold of my throat.
It was too much too soon. Too many feelings. Too many kinds of pleasure. Like joy and bliss and other crazy shit I didn't see coming and wasn't fucking ready for.
I swallowed hard, desperate to regain control of myself before I got totally lost in her, determined to tolerate her beauty in a way that wouldn’t swallow me up.
I lowered my face and kissed her, allowing myself to revel in the connection between us for one more moment.
Then I rolled onto my back, taking her with me.
But the stars stayed in her eyes.
"Show me how you ride a dick," I said, pulling her ass down on me as I thrust up inside her.
She laid her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright, looking like a goddess the way her breasts hung before me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned that I'd misread the dizzy look in her eye and that she was actually going to faint.
She cocked her head and smiled at me, her brown hair falling over one side of her face. "I'm waay past okay.”
“Come here," I said, pulling her arm so she fell forward. As soon as her breasts crushed against my chest, I pressed my mouth to hers and tilted my pelvis up, forcing myself deep into her core. Then I held the back of her neck and whispered against her fat lips. "Now fuck me, Andi. I've been waiting for this for too long."
"You and me both," she said, lifting her body so her breasts hung in my face.