Page 47 of Strong Side
He stands and takes my hand and moves us so we’re in front of the mirror on his wall. My back is to his chest.
“What are you doing?” I release his hand and cover my bare stomach with my hands.
“Tell me what you see when you look in the mirror.” He covers my hands with his.
“I don’t know. What do you mean?”
“What do you see when you look at yourself?” He rests his chin on my shoulder.
“I see my plain brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles on my nose that I wish I could cover, boobs that are a little too small, and a tummy that would probably benefit from some sit-ups.” I look at each body part while I speak.
“Do you want to know what I see?” He moves my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck.
“What do you see?” I breathe.
“I see beautiful brown hair with natural golden highlights that catch the sun. I see hazel eyes that I get lost in every time we make eye contact. I see freckles so cute that I want to kiss every single one. I see breasts that fit perfectly in my hands.” His hands cup me. “And I see a stomach so silky smooth that I could kiss it and run my tongue across it all fucking day”—his fingertips graze my skin, setting it on fire—“and then all the way down to devour that perfect pussy of yours.”
His fingers dip inside my shorts, and he circles my clit, no doubt finding me even wetter than I was before.
“Wear whatever you want, but don’t wear it for me. Wear it because you feel good in it. Because to me, you’re perfect, no matter what you have on. Although I prefer you naked.”
Why are we going to this party again?
I mean, seriously, how did I get so lucky with this guy? And the best part about it all is, I know he means what he says because he shows me every day with his actions.
When we get to Smith and Schuster’s house, there’s a line out the door. Beck is not about to wait in line to get in since Charlie and I both don’t have coats, so he plows us through. Which really just puts us right in the center of another crowd. I haven’t been to many of the parties here, but it’s definitely the most packed I’ve ever seen it.
The house is lit by black lights alone, and there are glow sticks everywhere. When we move toward the kitchen through the crowd, we see big sheets hanging around the room and people taking turns painting them with neon paint. I see one girl rub paint on her breasts, thankfully over her shirt, and press them against the sheet. Classy.
In the kitchen, there are bins with glow sticks to make bracelets, necklaces, and headbands. Charlie and I take a few of the sticks and start piecing them together.
“I feel like we’re at a middle school dance or something.” I laugh.
“Yeah, but with booze and naked bodies.” She throws her head back and laughs.
“Okay, this one is ready. Come here, baby. Let me put this on your neck.” She reaches for Beck, who opted not to wear white, and pulls his head back.
“Nope. That’s all you, Boss.” He takes her hand and kisses it.
“Beck, don’t be a party pooper.” She pouts.
“You’re lucky you got me here at all. I was ready to?—”
Charlie covers his mouth before he can finish speaking. “Beckham Linson.”
She moves her hand, but he takes it and pulls her into him. He whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh.
Casey is standing next to me, putting his own stick jewelry together. He’s already got a bracelet on, and it looks like he’s making a necklace. “What do you think?” he asks as he finishes.
“You did so good!” I squeeze his biceps. “Here, help me put mine on.”
I hand him my necklace, and he fastens it for me, then kisses the back of my neck.
“Do you want something to drink?”
He takes my hand, and we walk over to the counter with various bottles of alcohol and a small keg. My guess is that there is a bigger keg outside.
“Yeah, I’ll just have a beer though. I’m not really in the mood to drink much.” I don’t drink much anyway.
