Page 3 of The Promise

“Hey, my eyes are up here you know.” She clicks at me with her fingers, an amused, but sassy smile tempting her pink lips.

Oh god, was I staring? I think I might have been staring.

Before I can say anything, decide whether to apologise or attempt to flirt with her, Callie interrupts me. “Ok, you three over there and we’ll go on this side.”

“We’re going to wipe the floor with you girls, you know that right?” Sean snickers, cocky smile coming out to play.

“You wish Taylor,” the blonde pipes up, standing up and showcasing her stellar ass, when she bends over and grabs a ball. “You know Callie won’t suck your dick later if you do beat us, so I'm sure you can have a word with your boys.” Her eyes land on me for a beat, a sparkle behind them as they hold me in place. The fact that she’s dishing sassy remarks out to Sean like there’s no tomorrow, just makes me all the more intrigued by her. Callie smirks at her friend, as the beauty that my eyes are still pinned on gives her a quick wink, before taking the first shot and getting an immediate strike.

God, maybe the girls are going to wipe the floor with us after all.

Chapter 3

Molly

This night is pretty fucking fun already and smashing the boys at bowling has been the cherry on the cake. The guys weren’t happy that they lost, they’re total sore losers, which is hilarious to watch. But I guess they’re pretty much unbeaten on the ice, so the art of losing gracefully doesn’t come naturally to them. I’m sworn off alcohol tonight, considering I'm still currently recovering from the hangover from hell that I woke up to this morning. So instead, I take a small sip of my virgin mojito, as I wedge myself on a bar stool between Callie and Anais.

“He’s looking at you again,” Callie muses, lips twisted into a smirk, as she wiggles her eyebrows at me over the rim of her drink.

Kyle Davis has had his eyes pinned on me all evening and I can’t pretend like I don’t love the attention. He’s hot too, like an advert for a magic mike show, rocking that chiselled jaw thing and I can tell even through the coyness, that he knows how hot he is. But he’s lacking the cockiness that Sean and Nick exude, there’s a softness about him, a nervous disposition that just increases his already overflowing fuck me factor. When I move my eyes over my shoulder, I find Kyle’s bright orbs pin balling off every sliver of exposed skin as I move. A shiver rolls over me and I lock my eyes with him for a beat, revelling in the way he gulps anxiously, knowing he’s been caught staring yet again. My heart begins to thrum against my chest when his lips tip up, forming a warm smile, there’s a hint of flirting there too, but it’s not overwhelming his sincerity. I silently gesture for him to come over here, to talk to me, but instead he drops his gaze after a moment and turns his attention back to Sean.

We don’t stay at the bowing alley for too long, before heading off to Mac’s place for the party. Callie never let me tag along to a hockey party before, apparently she doesn’t trust me with the guys and knows I’ll want to jump into bed with at least one of them. She’s not wrong, I have my sights firmly pinned on which one I’m dying to let take me to heaven via multiple orgasms. Kyle is still tracking me around the room when we get to Mac’s place and I take a seat next to Anais, whilst Callie saunters across the room to Sean, for a game of tonsil hockey. I love seeing my best friend in love and worshipped by the guy she’s with, she deserves every bit of devotion from him that she gets.

Callie is the only person I’ve ever loved, other than my parents and little sister Ellie, she taught me so much about friendship when we met. I had never had a best friend before Callie, and as grumpy and fiery as she can be, she’s definitely been the one to fuel my fire most days since I joined Redwood. I guess she’s the only person in my life to love me unconditionally and that girl knows everything there is to know about me, every dark corner of my past and all I’ve been through. She puts up with my excitable, sometimes annoyingly positive attitude and although she rolls her eyes at me twenty times a day, I always know she has my back, no matter what.

Anais huffs beside me. “I need another drink, this party is boring as shit.” She’s on the money there. The atmosphere is pretty stale right now and I'm getting itchy feet just sitting here people watching, when I'd rather be in the centre of the room, wiggling my hips to the music. Anais gets up from her seat beside me and walks towards the huge expanse of kitchen, where the sideboards are lined with various types of alcohol. The smell of it alone is making me nauseous and my eyes quickly move away from where Anais creates some sort of vomit inducing concoction. I let myself scan the room, feeling the vibration of the music as it pumps through the walls around me. My eyes quickly land on my new favourite toy, and when I see that he’s watching me — yet again — I decide to fuck with him a little. I enjoy messing with guys a little too much, I like to wind them up, get them going and then leave them totally unsatisfied. But Kyle doesn’t seem to be like the guys I normally mess with. He seems sweet, still a fuck boy, but with a kindness about him that some of the other guys lack. That won’t stop me messing with his mind tonight though.

I flutter my lashes, tilting my head in a ‘come here’ type of invitation, but Kyle doesn’t take the bait. He purses his lips instead and takes another sip of his drink, his throat bobbing in that sexy way it has all night and I sigh heavily, as Anais lands back beside me.

“Stop fucking with him,” she titters, “he’s a good guy.”

I swipe a dismissive hand towards her. “I can’t help it, I'm having too much fun eye fucking him from across the room.”

“Thought you and Ollie were still,” she takes a large mouthful of pink nastiness, “fucking, or whatever you two call your relationship these days.” She croaks, shivering as the burning alcohol takes it’s path down her throat. “Yeah, that’s what we call it Nay, fucking.” I smile, lifting my third virgin mojito of the night to my lips. “But I'm considering ending that agreement.” I let my gaze fall to Kyle again and this time he’s not watching me, he’s looking at Sean and Callie, who are on the couch, practically dry humping. “Be nice to him Mol, he’s a little more delicate than the other guys,” Anais takes another painful sip of whatever the fuck she created in her lab, wincing before dropping her head to my shoulder.

I let out a horny groan, letting my cheek rest against Anais’ auburn tresses. “I don’t know what you think I'm going to do to him, I only want him to stick his dick in me and make me a happy girl.”

“Ha,” Anais barks, lifting her face back up to meet my wide eyed grin. “You tear guys apart and we both know it.”

“Oh come on,” I tease, “I'm not that bad, I just like a good time, which often involves leaving a few marks in the process.”

Anais sits up straight on the couch, pulling me with her to stand. “Come on, you need at least one drink. I mean, you and I both know you’re probably going to end up in Kyle’s bed tonight.”

“Nu, uh, uh,” I wag a playful finger at her, as she drags me towards the kitchen. “Can’t do that until I officially decide if I'm breaking my deal with Ollie or not.”

I really want to break it though, I want to snap it in half and burn the pieces, so I can let Kyle rearrange my organs with his dick.

God I hope it’s big, I really hope it’s big.

Chapter 4

Kyle

I tap on Callie’s shoulder, her tongue buried in Sean’s mouth, as he lets out a turned on moan that drags a rumbled laugh from my throat. The guy is totally obsessed with her.

She parts their lips and turns to me, with an eye roll that’s packed with annoyance. “What?”

Sean holds her to him, still dropping kisses to her neck and cheeks, as she waits for me to explain why I interrupted their tennis game.

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