Page 2 of Unforgivable

Usually, I would have taken the time to tease and flirt, drawing her in with the infamous charm I'd built up over the years. Tonight, that wouldn't cut it. I didn't have the bandwidth to turn it on for her. I just needed her mouth and her body to pull me out of my head.

I gripped her face in one hand, and took her lips in a hard kiss. My tongue slipped in with zero resistance, and she moaned into my mouth. Before I could sink into the sensations, something small and hard popped me in the head. I startled out of the kiss, noticing a beer bottle cap on my lap that seemed to be the culprit.

“Hey! Stop sucking face over there! We've got a game to play!” Griffin yelled over the din of the party.

Letting out an irritated growl, I adjusted the chick on my lap and picked up the cards I had been dealt. Shots were passed around, and I was relieved that at least part one of my plan was still possible. The game progressed rather quickly with three of the four girls getting stripped down to their underwear in record time, and two of my teammates ending up in their boxers before the end. In a few rounds, I had only managed to lose my shirt, but the cutie still perched on my leg hadn't minded that loss at all.

Her hands continually ran over my chest and toyed with the hair at the back of my neck. The feel of her hands and the distraction of the game had me in a fuzzy bubble that the bad memories couldn't penetrate. I knew from experience that wouldn't last long, so I needed to move to phase two of my plan fast.

I kissed and nipped at her neck, my hand sweeping down to fondle her toned ass. “How 'bout I take you upstairs and you give me that reminder now?” I rumbled in her ear. She let out a high pitched whine and writhed on my lap a bit, brushing against the semi in my jeans.

“That's the best idea I've heard all night,” she said, kissing me quickly before hopping off my leg. She wobbled a bit on her feet, a testament to how many shots she'd been throwing back with me. I threw my shirt back on and grabbed her hand.

This time, I didn't stop for anybody while I steered us toward the stairs. Somewhere in the back of my head, I scrambled to remember her name, but the Tito's swimming in my veins made that task damn near impossible.

I staggered up to the top floor with her, her light laughter ringing in my ears as I pressed her against a wall and ground my hips against hers. I absently noticed the lack of people around us, and sent up a silent thank you to the hookup gods. I couldn't focus on much else except our moans and sloppy kisses as we carved a drunken path to the nearest bedroom.

I managed to get the door open and we practically fell through the threshold into the dark room.

“Hey! Do you mind?” An angry voice rang out from the shadows.

Oh fuck. Did I stumble into a good time already in progress? Maybe they'd be down for a couple extra?…Couldn't hurt to ask.

“My bad. This room taken?” I slurred, trying to focus enough to see who the voice came from as the girl sucked at my neck. She was either too drunk to notice we had company, or was giving no fucks tonight. Well, except the one she'd give to me soon.

“That's usually what it means when someone is in a room. But by all means, continue your little drunken hoedown. I hear Chlamydia is veryinthis year.”

The sarcastic shit in the shadows finally came into sharper focus as my eyes adjusted. The girl finally pulled back and figured out we weren't alone.

“Excuse you, why don't you take your judgment and shove it? No one asked you,” she snipped, hanging around my neck and subtly rubbing her body against me.

The guy was a scrawny thing, about my height with mousy brown hair and big, doe eyes. He looked like a twink, but not the hot kind. The details I could make out in the moonlight from the window suggested he was just north of being plain, and his face was scrunched into a disapproving scowl.

Oh well. He could fuck right off with that attitude.

“Just like you didn't ask to enter the room before barging in here? I'll take 'life's unfair' for 500, Alex,” the dude grumbled, shifting on the spot and crossing his arms over his slender chest.

I rolled my eyes at the nerve of this kid, detaching the girl from my side. “Look man, we didn't know this was your room. We're just looking to hookup. I mean…you could join if you want to replace that stick up your ass for something better,” I snickered. The chick laughed obnoxiously like what I said was somehow hysterical.

“Uh, no fucking way am I letting him near me! Besides, he doesn't look like he's packing much…makes sense though. Big attitude, little dick,” She sneered, the slur in her voice making it almost hard to understand her. Even in the faint light I could see the red creep up on the guy's face.

Good. Maybe he'd get so embarrassed he'd scamper off and I could finally get on with the distraction I was so desperate for.

“Look, this is my lab partner's room. He told me to wait in here for him, so I'm not leaving. Last time I checked, there was more than one bedroom in a frat house, so…shoo and find somewhere else to screw.” He tried sounding strong, but there was no mistaking the slight waver in his voice as he told us off.

The B-list twink was starting to irritate the fuck out of me. The erection that had been coaxed up by the girl's wandering hands and eager kisses had all but deflated. As had my patience.

“Well I hope your…lab partner is able to fuck some of that sass out of you. You're so uptight though he might not be able to make it too far. I suggest lots of lube,” I taunted. He flushed even deeper and the near imperceptible growl he let out had a wide smirk crossing my face. I knew I was being a dick, but I couldn't resist fucking with him since he was essentially cockblock number three of the evening. The nameless chick was full-on cackling at this point.

The guy scoffed, shaking his head like he was over the entire conversation.Yep. That makes two of us, jackass.

“Maybe you should find a better way to work through your mommy issues than banging drunk girls in frat houses,” the twink retorted.

Something in me snapped and I crossed the room to him in two strides, coming within inches of his face. “If you don't want the next thing to come out of your mouth to be a few teeth, then I'd suggest you shut it, fucker,” I growled menacingly.

To his credit, he seemed stone-faced at my sudden fury, but I saw the tiniest flash of fear cross his features. He was right to be scared. He was on the landmine of my temper, so he needed to tread very carefully.

“Wow…and violent to boot. I bet your mom is just so proud. One day she can hang your mug shot next to your kindergarten handprint on the fridge.”

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