Page 53 of Destroying Everleigh

“I need more alcohol first before I subject myself to you any longer,” I retorted.

Kash snorted in response, and a pang shot through me at the familiarity of this. I’d say something stupid, and he’d respond with a snort of his own before teasing me back. He must have realized that, too, because he quickly glanced away, his jaw tightening. His hand slid into mine, and I knew it was for show.He hated me about as much as Ashton did. He led me into the kitchen where I refilled my cup with vodka.

“That dress looks good on you,” he admitted, surprising me.

“Stop,” I shot back. “Don’t pretend like we’re old-time friends and this is something normal. It’s not.”

He sighed, leaning against the counter beside me. “And here I thought being nice to you would help me get my dick wet.”

“Ew,” I replied immediately without even thinking about it, and I had to give myself props for how genuine it sounded. “Not a chance.”

He shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

“Amber is more than willing,” I offered.

The thought of her getting Kash or Jameson bothered me, but the truth was that whatever me and the guys used to have, was long gone. It would be selfish of me to keep them off limits over a high school crush. That was three years ago, and I needed to move on, regardless of how much it hurt.

Kash studied me for a minute, twisting the hoop in his mouth around with his tongue. He was probably trying to find a sign that I was bothered by my own suggestion, but he’d find none. I was good at masking things lately—at least for the most part.

I brought the drink to my lips and chugged as I’d done before. It went down more easily this time, not burning nearly as bad as it had. I’d always been a huge lightweight, so I was definitely drinking more than I should, but it didn’t matter. That was the point of tonight, after all.

Once the cup was empty, Kash plucked it from my grasp and deposited it in one of the trash cans. He slid his hand back through mine, eliciting a series of goosebumps. I fought the urge to jerk my hand from his grasp, knowing it would show him how much it affected me.

We made our way toward the dining room, heavy rap blaring through the speakers. He turned me so my back was to him,placing his hands on my hips. We had a direct view to the couch from where we stood amongst the other people who were dancing, and I fought the urge to look at Ash, even though I really wanted to.

I started swaying to the beat, rubbing my ass against his groin just like he wanted. He moved behind me expertly, like he’s done this several times in the past, and that thought sent a flare of jealousy through me. One of his hands snaked over my stomach and drifted upwards until he reached the opening in my dress where my breasts were. A stuttered gasp fell from my mouth as his fingers brushed against the skin there, my head jerking back to look at him, but his gaze was focused directly ahead, right at Ashton. Confusion tore through me suddenly, my eyebrows dipping as I took in the pissed off look on Ashton’s face.

Before I could think about that more, Jameson approached with a raised eyebrow. His shirt was disheveled, and his hair looked a mess, like someone had been running their hands through it. He slid an accusing look over at Kash.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

Kash’s hands worked over the curve of my breasts, sending a tremor through me that I hoped he didn’t notice. “Pissing Ashton off. What does it look like?”

Jameson’s gaze raked down my body slowly before he glanced over his shoulder. Crystal had finally finished sucking him off and was perched on his lap now. I hated that it bothered me, but it did. Knowing she got to taste him, knowing they’d always been a little more than friends. There was so much history there between all of us. Moments that would never be forgotten. Eating pizza on my living room floor while we all circled around the TV and watched scary movie after scary movie. How good they’d all been with Emma and Tate. My siblings had adored each and every one of them. Hell, evenmy father did. Thinking of my dad left a bitter taste in my subconscious, reminding me that he was nothing but a deadbeat.

I remember when I picked Jameson up from his house one night after he’d been beaten bloody. I had to clean him, and then he crawled in bed with me, and we just laid there silently for a while before falling asleep. I’d felt so sorry for him, wanting to do anything to erase that pain—to make his father pay for putting his hands on him.

Jameson’s eyes hardened when our gazes clashed again. A storm of despair and rage flashing through his green irises. “Put your hand up her dress,” he demanded.

“What?” I asked incredulously.

Kash took one of his hands and shoved it beneath my dress, his fingertips grazing my thin panties right over my center. I bucked against him, my hand latching onto his wrist to push him away from there.

Jameson pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, making the air leave my lungs. Horror spiraled through me, but even though Jameson got what he wanted, Kash didn’t move his hand.

“Get off me,” I growled.

He had one hand winding around my waist to hold me still while he used his other to breach my waistband. I trembled against him, glancing around frantically for someone to help. I didn’t want this. Right? But no one seemed to notice. They were all drunk, dancing beneath the dim lighting of the dining room.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kash whispered, his warm breath fanning against my ear. His dick was hard against me, that knowledge leaving me lightheaded.

“Fuck,” Jameson murmured. “You look hot when you’re helpless.”

I took my heel and drove it into Kash’s foot, causing him to hiss out in pain. I grabbed his hand and shoved it frombeneath my dress before whirling around to face him. Anger was pulsing through me at the audacity of these assholes. Without even thinking, I slapped him across the face, the sting shooting through the palm of my hand. His head whipped to the side, turning the piece of flesh red from where my hand had connected.

“Don’tevertouch me again.”

I turned around, ready to storm off but Jameson was blocking my path. The alcohol was hitting me fast, warming my body. I stumbled, the floor beginning to tilt. My breaths were coming out heavy, and I was cursing myself for drinking so much. Usually, I was glued to Lucas’s side and never had to worry about assholes hitting on me, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

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