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Dash shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t let them do much talking once I get them naked, Chance,” Dash replied. “But I see what you’re saying.”
“So, you’re hoping to stick your dick in a new batch?” Mad asked him.
Chance shook his head. “No. I’m hoping to hook up with a normal girl who’ll just bend over and let me fuck her, nice and easy, with no theatrics. Just some moaning, groaning, and mutual release.”
I chuckled at his forlorn tone. “We’ll play nice,” I told him. “Of course, unless we get there and Lake’s fucking around with someone else.”
“Do you really think she’s that reckless?” Dash asked.
“Right now, I wouldn’t put anything past her,” I told him. “Because you guys are right. I’ve been going easy on her, and I think she’s feeling unwisely brave because of it.”
Mad’s grin took up his entire face. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
Chapter 16
Lake~
Standing in Keri’s backyard, a red solo cup in my hand, bullshitting with Eden, Tina Reynolds, and Kira Dennison, enjoying music coming from inside the house, and feeling just a teeny bit tipsy was just what I needed after his week from hell.
The plan was to stay at Eden’s since her parents were a little bit more lenient than mine. While my parents wouldn’t lock me away or anything, I would get that dreaded lecture on teenage drinking. Plus, I didn’t want to give them any reason to cancel their getaway next weekend. And, yes, one could argue that if I cared that much, I wouldn’t be drinking. But if anyone’s been paying attention, I needed to freakin’ drink. Ramsey’s been driving me insane all week.
If it wasn’t enough that Mr. Hughes had lectured me on a boyfriend I didn’t have, and that disaster with Curt in the hallway, this afternoon when I’d gotten home, my phone had started blowing up with notifications that I was in a relationship. I had no idea how the bastard had done it, but Ramsey had hacked into all my social media accounts, unblocked himself, and changed my relationship statuses.
So, hell yeah, I was drinking.
“I can’t believe Roger Deeds’ brother actually got all this beer for Keri’s party,” Tina said. “I think this is the first party I’ve been to where there was more than one keg.”
“Roger’s trying to get into Keri’s pants,” Kira remarked. “His brother was probably just trying to do Roger a solid and help get him laid.”
I laughed. “Well, if Keri takes one for the team, I won’t be mad at her.”
“Amen,” Eden chuckled. “I’m have a great time.”
“Well, Patrick Sullivan is looking hot tonight,” Tina commented. “And I heard he’s looking to move on from his breakup with Hannah.”
“Well, it’s been over a month,” Kira replied. “It’s about time.”
“Yeah, but-ohmyholyjesus,” Tina exhaled. “Is that…Is…that…?”
We all turned to see what was holding Tina captive, and Holy Jesus, indeed.
Walking through Keri’s backyard, like it was an everyday occurrence, were Ramsey, Chance McCellan, Maddox Reed, and a guy who seemed rather familiar, but I couldn’t place.
Holy shit.
Walking through the yard, commanding everyone’s attention, were four six-foot-something gods. Two with brown hair and brown eyes. One with blonde hair and blue eyes. And one with black hair and green eyes. And you want to know how I could recite those details? Because they were headed straight towards me, and I was getting a good damn look at every single one of them.
They stopped when they were only a couple of feet away from our little group. And when Ramsey smirked down at me, I let out a low, deep snarl. That happy tipsy feeling I had going was quickly deteriorating, and it was all his fault.
“Are you lost?” I asked, knowing he must be.
“No,” he replied. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
It wasn’t lost on me that we’d exchanged these exact words once before. “Doubtful,” I retorted. “Or else you’d be balls-deep in some Windsor blonde right now, I’d imagine.”
Everyone was stone-cold silent as those whiskey eyes of his scanned me from head to toe. And when they traveled back up to my face, he said, “Oh, I plan on being balls-deep in someone tonight, but she’s not blonde, and she’s not from Windsor.”
Anger took away my ability to be witty, so I said, “What are you doing here?”
