Page 4 of The Mistakes You Make
We’re still dancing when a couple of guys descend on Matt, one immediately locks his eyes on me. I’ve never seen him before, which is unusual for a place like the Creek. Maybe he’s been unlucky enough to move here.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, taking my hand and lifting my knuckles to his lips.
Yeah, he’s so not from here.
“Hey.”
My body heats as he obviously checks me out, his eyes lingering on my chest for a little longer than should be allowed for two strangers.
“Dance with me, beautiful.”
He doesn’t wait for my agreement and steps into my body anyway. The second he does, the scent of alcohol on his lips hits my nose and I understand his forwardness.
The front of his body burns against mine and I throw caution to the wind and slide my free hand up his chest and wrap it around the back of his neck as our hips move together.
“Whoa, someone’s got some moves,” he says into my ear as his hands land on my waist. His voice is so low and rough, it sends shivers skating down my spine, causing warmth to bloom in my belly.
With his spicy scent and heat surrounding me, I lose myself in him. So much so that I don’t notice anything has changed until Harley slaps my shoulder, dragging me from my own drunk head.
“What?” I snap at her, annoyed that she’s bringing me back to reality.
She tips her chin to the other side of the room. “The Harris twins just walked in.”
My stomach drops into my toes.
“He told me himself.He’s not coming. Got other plans.”Sky’s words from our conversation when she invited me to this party come back to me.
My mouth goes dry as I watch them step farther into the room and look around as if they own the place. I fight the urge to swallow and to appear unfazed by their appearance.
So what if they’re here. It doesn’t mean he is.
“Are you okay?” the guy whispers in my ear.
“Umm…” Unlike when we first started dancing, my body doesn’t react to his closeness or his breath racing over my neck.
I’m numb.
Numb and scared. Not that I’d ever admit that.
Chapter Two
Kane
“Ithought you said we weren’t going tonight?” Ezra asks from the passenger seat of my Skyline.
“We weren’t,” I spit, not wanting to explain myself to him.
“And yet we’re here,” he muses, staring at Skylar Marshall’s house.
I glance over at him and whatever he can read on my face shuts him up instantly. He holds his hands up in defeat and sinks down in his chair as he watches a few girls in the driveway. One is bent over throwing up while her friends help, simultaneously flashing anyone who’s looking their way in their short skirts.
Ezra widens his legs and pulls at his jeans.
“You’re a fucking dog,” I mutter.
“What? You’re saying you wouldn’t. That one—” He points out the window. “Isn’t even wearing panties. I could slide right—Ow,” he complains as his twin leans forward from the back seat and slaps him in the back of the head.
My cell buzzes in my pocket and I forget about the two of them or the pussy on show and open the message.
