Too Easy
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And that’s what scares me the most, that’s what’s holding me back.
Chapter 10
Dean
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Foam spills over the edge of the red Solo cup as I fill it. It falls into the bucket with the rest of the spilled beer.
The last time I had a drink from a keg was at a party for my uncle’s company. He’s in construction and so was I, until I got set up with Kev’s father. That beer was in celebration of hard work. This beer is just because we can drink all night and not give a shit.
And it’s the first of many to come.
I down the cold beer and put my cup back under the spigot to fill it up again.
A pretty little thing sidles up next to me, letting out a small laugh when she bumps her ass on my thigh. Like it was an accident and she was just reaching for the corkscrew on the countertop in front of us.
“My bad,” she says with a smile and throws her hair over her shoulder as she grabs the corkscrew. She looks back at me another time as she walks away in her tight faded jeans and tank top that rides up and shows off the tramp stamp on the small of her back. It’s a tribal design around a rosebud. Probably something she picked off of the wall of the tattoo shop.
“No problem,” I tell her and take another sip as she walks off. She’s cute, but the one girl I want to see hasn’t come through the front door. I’ve been sitting here all night long, the music thrumming through my veins and the beer right next to me. My back’s against the counter as I face the front door watching everyone come in and out, with the night sky getting darker, the music louder and everyone in here drinking more and more.
Jared’s family house is the perfect location for these parties. It’s within walking distance to the dorms and to the frat and sorority housing. You just follow the train tracks up the block and it leads you right there. Walking on the railroad tracks isn’t the best thing to do when you’re drunk, but at least you can’t take a turn down the wrong street.
Just as I down the rest of the beer and think about heading back to the pool room, the front door opens and in walks Allison. Her pouty lips are pulled into a curious smile as she tucks her clutch under her arm and closes the door. I like how she leans against the door, taking in the place before pushing off and heading this way.
My eyes follow her, waiting for the moment when she sees me. Her hips sway in the most tempting rhythm as she peeks over her shoulder, moving the hair behind her ear and exposing more of her neck. With her black dress and red lips, she’s classically beautiful, but it’s tainted.
By the way she walks.
By the expression on her face.
By the way she halts, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and looking me up and down. I smirk as she lets her eyes roam and then stalks toward me.
“You’re late,” I tell her and that only makes her laugh.
“I come when I’m ready,” she says in a sultry voice. She eyes the keg and then where I’m standing, which is right in the fucking way.
I watch as she takes a Solo cup off the counter and then slips between me and the keg, settling her ass right against my dick. She takes her time, bending over as much as she can and filling her cup.
My dick stiffens and the second it does, she peeks over her shoulder at me as she fills her cup.
Taking a sip of beer, she scoots out from between me and the keg and then turns to face me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d walked right out of the kitchen, leaving me hanging again.
“Oh, and I always come first too,” she says, holding the beer cup up and arching her brow. “That’s one of my rules.”
“You’re a tease,” I tell her as my pulse quickens. She holds my gaze and those pale green eyes flicker with heat.
More people filter into the room, a horde of girls all stumbling in their heels and spilling their drinks, laugh as they crowd the kitchen.
Allison doesn’t object when I grab her hand and pull her ass out of there, heading to the living room.
“It’s loud,” she raises her voice and tugs on my hand, stopping me from taking her to the back.
“There’s a pool room in the back,” I tell her and move my hand around her waist to keep her moving. I love how she doesn’t protest.
She walks with me through the living room, past the iPod stand and speakers, through the back hall and straight out to the pool room. There are a few arcade games in the back too and there are more people waiting around them than there are playing pool.
I tilt my chin up at Jared as he stands up, holding the pool stick in his hands and watching the six ball sink straight into the back pocket. He’s an alright guy. Out of all the guys, he’s the one I’ve clicked with most since I moved here. The second he sees my Allie Cat, he smiles wider.
“Aw,” Allison says as she walks toward the side wall where the barstools are set up, “I thought it was going to be empty.” She smirks after saying it and her eyes light up with mischievousness.
“Like I said, you’re a fucking tease.”
“And you like it,” she says back and then lifts the cup to her lips. She doesn’t take her eyes off me though.
I have to readjust my dick in my pants before I can sit down and watch the pool game.
“Admit it,” she says, her voice a bit stronger than I expected.
“Admit what?” I ask her.
“That you like it.”
“Yeah, so what?” I tell her with confidence. “You already know that.”
“I just like hearing you say it,” she says and shrugs.
“What else do you like to hear?” I ask her and she just smiles slightly into her cup, tilting it back and taking a larger drink of it. “I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
Her beautiful simper widens and I take a chance, setting my hand on her thigh.
“Oh, the first move has been made,” Allison says sarcastically, but leaves my hand right where it is. She shifts on the barstool and it makes the thin fabric on her already short dress ride a little higher. My fingers are so fucking close to the hem, and just beneath that, her pussy.
“You like it,” I tell her and then pinch the hem of her dress and pull it down some before taking the cup from her hand.
“Hey, I wasn’t done,” she pouts but I ignore her, walking to the bar and grabbing the vodka and a can of Sprite. I hold it up for her to see and her eyes light up.
“I guess that’ll do,” she says with a devilish glint in her eyes but then mouths the words, “Thank you.”
I grab the whiskey for me and pour my own drink in a glass.
“No ice?” she asks when I hand her the drink and stand in front of her, effectively caging her in.
“You want ice in yours?” I ask her.
“I mean in yours,” she says softly, her voice a bit huskier than it was a moment ago. I watch as her breathing comes in heavier and I shake my head. I let my left hand fall to her thigh and then slip slowly down, trailing my fingers across her soft skin before gripping the edge of the barstool she’s sitting on. Even with her up this high, I still tower over her. She’s a short little thing.
“You come on strong,” she says, peeking up at me through her thick lashes. “Do you know that?”
I nod my head once and search her face for her reaction. “I don’t do small talk,” I tell her, thinking that’s what she wants to hear.
“What if I want small talk?” she asks me without any trace of humor in her voice.
I take a look out the back window and tell her with a smile, “Weather’s nice tonight.”
She laughs at my stupid rebuttal and the tension eases some. I take a step back and pull the barstool next to her out further and take a seat.
“It’s hard to get a read on you,” I tell her and take another sip of the whiskey. It heats my chest as it goes down. It’s the good stuff, not that cheap shit I have back at my place.
“Mmm, I’m such a puzzle,” she says flatly although I think it’s meant to be taken with humor. There’s somet
hing else there, some hint of truth that keeps me from laughing.
“Where you from?” I ask her.
“Brunswick,” she says, holding my gaze.
“Small world, I’ve got family in Brunswick,” I tell her and start to think about my mother and the last time I was there. Thank fuck, she changes the subject.
“So, whose place is this?” she asks me, and I tilt my head in Jared’s direction. “His father’s.”
“Lots of alumni here,” she says beneath her breath.
“Your family go here?” I ask her and she shakes her head. The only people I know who are here because it’s their family’s college are Kev and Jared. My family sure as shit didn’t go to college.
“You’re good at small talk,” she says sweetly, “you should maybe lead with that next time.”
“Next time?” I ask her.
“Yeah, next time,” she says and her legs sway slightly from side to side, like she’s getting a kick out of teasing me.
“You should know better than that,” I tell her.
“Oh? Is this your last time?” she asks me and leans forward slightly. “You’re done with your old ways and I’m the only one for you?” she mocks me.
“As in, know better than to think I’m giving up on chasing you,” I correct her and hold her gaze. She breaks it though, easing back against the wall and crossing her ankles as she watches the pool game.
“I like the chase,” she admits and then reaches out and brushes her knuckles against my arm. “I bet you could catch me fast if I let you.”
I huff a laugh and smirk at her. “If you let me?”
“Yeah,” she says cockily and takes another drink.
“Allie Cat, you don’t fool me. You love this little cat and mouse game.”
“If I’m the cat, that means you’re the mouse?” she asks me and it’s only then that I realize what I said and how I said it.
“No, no, you got that wrong. You’re my Allie cat, but this game we’re playing, I’m the one that’s doing the chasing.”
“Are you now?” she says in a sultry voice as she raises the cup to her lips. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol buzzing through my veins or the way she says it that makes me second-guess myself. She lets out a feminine chuckle into her cup and smiles at me.
“I’m just playing with you, Dean,” she says sweetly and slides off the barstool. I widen my legs as she stands between them and pops up on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss on the side of my jaw.
Just as she does, I see Kev and Brant make their way into the room. Allie brushes her fingers along my knuckles and then takes a step back, rocking on her heels.
“You’re cute, but I have to go,” she says and tugs her hands away.
“Already?” I protest. She hasn’t even been here for an hour.
“I got shit to do,” she tells me, and I immediately bite back, “Yeah, me.”
She gets a laugh out of that, spearing her fingers through her hair and the floral fragrance of her shampoo drifts toward me as she turns on her heels. “I’ll see you on Monday,” she says sweetly like I’m just going to watch her go.
“I can at least walk you out,” I tell her and stand up, reaching forward to snatch her by her waist.
She lets out a yelp with a gorgeous cadence that gets a few of the guys’ attention.
“I think I’m fine,” she tells me and grabs my wrist, moving my hand off her waist.
I can feel the crease in my forehead. “You don’t want me to even walk you out?” I ask her, but really I’m talking to her back.
She turns around to walk backward, teasing me some more. As she shakes her head, her hair falls over her shoulders, covering up that soft skin of hers. “Not tonight, Dean,” she says and a soft pink blush covers her cheeks.
“I don’t know if this is a test, but that’s bullshit if it is,” I call after her, my feet planted firmly on the floor. Her sweet laugh follows her out of the room and I stay put.
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I’ll chase her if she wants, but the fuck if I know what’s going through that girl’s mind.
Craziest thing though is that watching her leave only made me want her more.
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