Page 21 of Spite

I hooked my thumbs through my belt loops, my eyes dropping to the water dotting his bare chest. With his wet hair, the water droplets running down his body, not to mention the flat abdomen and the slight v-shape that made me ogle him just a little bit more…if my body could’ve screamed I’m ready, take me here, I was certain it would’ve.

Damn, this boy was fine. The finest there was.

When I kept staring at his body like he was the finest male specimen I’d ever seen, he joked, “My eyes are up here.” I was slow to raise my stare to his. Right. How could I forget? Eyes so green they put the forests in the Amazon to shame, eyes whose hue was so startlingly pure they merited a new definition of the word green.

“Yes they are,” I said lamely.

“Let me grab my shirt, and we can go inside for a drink—” I stopped him by shoving my water bottle at his chest. My partially-drank water bottle. He wouldn’t…he would, and he did. His fingers curled around mine as he took the water bottle from me, giving me a smile that sent my insides tumbling. “Thanks. You know I don’t mind a little backwash, but only if it’s from you.”

I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. My plan was crumbling, all because he was shirtless and wet in front of me. Was I truly so weak? I watched him chug the remnants of the water bottle in, like, three fucking gulps. I might’ve had my mouth open. Just a bit.

Oh, God. This was embarrassing. I came here to wreck it, and here I was, a slave to my hormones.

Luckily for me, Alec still went for his shirt after dropping the water bottle. I supposed cleanup duty would happen later, after the party was over, and it would mostly involve Jessie picking all the shit up. I wasn’t going to worry about it; right now, I had to focus on keeping my panties on.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Alec suggested, and I nodded dumbly.

We ended up strolling around Jessie’s backyard. Away from the noise of the house, away from the other kids partying it up, it was almost like we were on a date—but we weren’t. I had to remember that I was on a mission, and I would not forgo my mission, even in the face of such a cute…well, face.

“I never thought I’d see you at a party,” he said. We walked half a foot apart, as if we were both afraid to get any closer. Georgia was right—I had Alec already, without even trying. This outfit, the makeup, it was all overkill. I could’ve shown up in rags and he would’ve followed me around like a puppy.

The true question was: would I be strong enough to keep myself from falling for him, too? After all, none of what was going to happen was real. I was using him, and whether or not I used his body was still up for grabs.

“I never thought I’d be back here,” I said, glancing at him. Since he hadn’t dried off before throwing on his shirt, it stuck to his body everywhere—I wanted to run my hands down his chest and feel those muscles for myself. “So I guess we’re both surprised.”

Alec chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.” The sky was dark above us, the moon shining down, illuminating everything in a silver light. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Depends what it is.”

He stopped walking, turning to face me. I did the same, though I kept my distance, knowing what would happen if either of us stepped closer to each other. “I’m glad you’re back,” Alec spoke softly, emotion wrought in his jade stare, though the emotion morphed into something more carnal as he studied me, finally appreciating my outfit. “Fuck, El. You look amazing.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” It took every bit of my inner strength to move closer to him and run a hand down his chest, over his damp shirt, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. “I’m glad to be back—and you look even better wet than you do dry.”

Too much?

Before he had the chance to say anything back, I took my hand off him. “I doubt Christian would want you spending any time with me, though…” I shrugged, acting hurt, a bit like my old self. Like I wasn’t worth his time.

Alec did not hesitate to declare, “Fuck Christian.”

I grinned. “Well, maybe not Christian…” Meaning Christian wasn’t the one to fuck. Not that I was saying anything was going to happen between Alec and I, but God, this boy was sex on two legs. Couldn’t help my mind, or apparently my mouth, from wandering there, could I?

I couldn’t say anything more, for Alec’s hands grabbed the sides of my head, bringing me in as his mouth crashed down to mine. I’d like to say he tasted like sweat and fire, but really, all he tasted like was chlorine. Still, I’d take it. I’d take it and wrap this boy around my finger, no matter what happened tonight.

I’d forgotten how good kissing could feel. How ravenous lips against yours could set a hunger burning deep within. How I’d forgotten, I had no idea, but I didn’t want to ever forget again.

He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, and I nearly melted right then and there. This boy could kiss. I didn’t want to think about what that meant, who he’d kissed before. Right here, right now, there was only Alec and I—and my scheme to make him fall in love with me. Always the damper on situations, huh?

I pressed my body against his, feeling his wet clothes start to dampen mine, but I didn’t care. My hands went around his neck, and I felt him moan into the kiss when our tongues met. My lower gut burned, and I wanted to take off my clothes. His clothes. Both our clothes—I didn’t care. I was just so hot, there was only one thing that would satisfy me now that I’d gotten a taste of him.

I broke our kiss to mutter, “A room?”

Alec knew exactly what I wanted, and he took my hand in his, leading me across Jessie’s back lawn. We went into her house and headed straight up the stairs, passing Christian and Jessie, who were huddled at the base of the stairs, drinking and talking. Christian definitely shot me a glare as we went up, and I smiled to myself. When Alec saw my smile, I pretended to be grinning at him.

Eh. Who cared if I was a bitch? Who cared if all this was a game to me? I was who these jerks made me. They would all reap the seeds they sowed. Eventually.

Right now, I was just horny.

We found a bedroom that was unoccupied, pushing inside it, barely getting the door closed behind me before Alec had me pressed up against the wood, stuck between the door and his body. He wasn’t a jock like Christian, but his muscles were hard all the same.

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