Page 27 of Love Undiscovered
Chance winked at me, then stood, looked up toward the ceiling, and bellowed, “Let the celebrations begin!” Then he banged on his chest like an ape. The rest of the team followed suit, and I swear they shook the windows with the noise.
My feet never touched the floor again. Except when I had to use the restroom. But even then, some poor sap would throw his shirt or shorts on the ground so my feet didn’t touch the actual floor. Which made me happy since my shoes were gone and I had no idea what had been on that floor.
Everything that night made me giddy, the guys carrying me, the people bowing to me, Chase coming to kiss my hand periodically, being able to force swill upon people I decided not to like on sight, and large quantities of beer.
The rest of the night passed quickly, and I soon lost count of the number of beers I drank, as well as the number of partygoers I forced swill upon, and who I let drink nectar. Swill, I learned, was beer that the guys had swished in their mouths and then spit back out into a pitcher.
It wasn’t good to drink swill.
I almost felt bad for the blonde.
Almost.
My head was starting to spin and I looked around for my roommate, hoping that maybe we could sneak out and go home. I feared that if I had any more to drink, I would be sick.
I heard a chant starting, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying.
I looked around, and saw Chance approaching. But he was so much taller than normal. I squinted my eyes trying to get my bearings, and realized he too was on top of two guys’ shoulders.
“My Queen,” he said as he reached me.
“King!” I reached out and fell into him. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, albeit awkwardly. The guys holding us stumbled a bit at the additional weight, but recovered quickly. Chance grabbed me around the waist to steady me, and then he kissed me.
I resisted at first, trying to push at his chest. Until I realized I liked it.
A lot.
So, I kissed him back.
And kissed him.
And kissed him.
It was the best kiss I’d ever had. Lazy, like he had all the time in the world and just wanted to spend it getting to know my tongue and my lips. But, still hurried and desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he could never get enough. And if he didn’t get me then, he’d miss his chance.
I was pretty sure at least one of my thighs was wrapped around some guy’s head at the side of Chance’s waist, and I had no idea how they were even holding us up, but I didn’t care. I needed at this guy, immediately.
“I think I love you,” I told him.
I could feel his dick harden, the material from his shorts and my pants too thin to conceal anything. I moaned, not caring who heard.
“You’re perfect, don’t ever leave me,” I said.
“So fucking hot,” he said. I rocked against him, feeling the pressure building. The chanting was getting louder. I finally realized what they were saying.
Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!
I pulled away from Chance. “What’s heaven?”
“God, baby, you’re heaven,” he groaned.
I giggled at that. Then the guys carrying us made a quick turn to walk down a hallway, causing my head to fall to the side. And just like that, I couldn’t hold it up any longer. When I tried to straighten it on my neck, everything started spinning. I leaned into Chance.
“I don’t feel very well,” I whimpered into his ear.
He pulled my head back and looked at me. “I know that look,” he said. “Boys—”
That’s when I threw up.
