Page 27 of I Blame the Alcohol

“You know, Mo always goes on about how much of a stand-up, honest guy you are. But pretending to be my boyfriend back there doesn’t fit with the wholesome vibe you’ve got going on. So, why did you do it? Why did you play pretend?”

Cody’s eyes darken and a line furrows between his brows. But still, he remains silent.

Damn the stubborn man and his powers of resistance.

Tapping my fingers against my lips, I look at him in mock contemplation, “Something doesn’t add up here, Ellsworth. Mind helping a girl out?”

He gives a slight shake of the head, so subtle I almost miss it. The muscles popping along his jawline are hard to miss, though.

Not that I’m going to complain about the view, but the man is going to need dentures by the time he’s thirty if he keeps that up.

I take half a step closer, bringing me well within touching distance.

My heart starts to pound at the close proximity, my breaths becoming more and more shallow. Cody, for his part, doesn’t seem to be breathing at all, just waiting for my next move.

“I think maybe you like breaking character, Ellsworth. I think maybe you like breaking the rules sometimes, being the rebel nobody expects the hardworking varsity captain to be.”

My words are no louder than a whisper, but they manage to waken the energy between us. Our eyes have yet to break contact and suddenly the temptation to touch him feels too strong to resist.

So, I don’t.

Cody exhales heavily as I press my hands against his chest. My eyes never leave his as I gently slide my hands up the front of his shirt, up and around the back of his neck.

“I think you’re wrong.” Cody’s voice comes out raspy, the growl-like sound sending a shiver down my spine.

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Pulling him down to my level, I don’t give him a chance to think before I press my lips against his.

Cody

Stella O’Brien is kissing me.

I am kissing Stella O’Brien.

Different variations of that same thought run through my head like a victory lap stuck on repeat. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about kissing Stella before now.

Ever since that fateful morning at the gym, this girl has plagued my mind from the moment I wake up to my last thought before I fall asleep.

And now it’s finally happening.

Stella’s small hands impatiently tug at my neck, bringing me closer to her mouth that has yet to come up for air. Our tongues tangle together like the desperately needed oxygen will be found if we just keep searching. She nips my bottom lip and I groan, the unforgotten semi in my jeans springing to life once more.

Stella finally breaks contact for air, and I drop down to her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along the narrow slope and down to the top of her collarbone. My hands trail down the curve of her ass and grip the top of her thighs, lifting her up to my height and spinning us around to use the wall for leverage.

Grabbing my face, Stella brings my mouth back to hers, kissing me through a moan as she grinds against the bulge in my jeans. I kiss her back hungrily, using my body as a cage to keep her where I want her.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed like that: lips locked, Stella’s legs around my waist, callused hands trying unsuccessfully to rip through western wear. All I know is one minute my senses are being overridden by a savage pixie and the next someone is awkwardly clearing their throat behind us.

“Oh hey, Stella. I thought that was you.” My lust-filled brain clears just enough for me to realize we are still standing in front of the entrance to Stella’s residence building.

Where anyone and everyone can see us.

Oops.

I gently lower Stella back to the ground, holding onto her arm as she steadies herself. After she gives me a dazed nod, I gently release her and turn to see none other than my favourite rookie and his girlfriend standing by the residence door.

“Hey Lou! Yup, it’s me.”

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