Page 9 of Finding Fate

“What’s in your head? You’re unusually moody,” Kaysen says as he nurses on a beer, since he’s the D.D. tonight. We rotate. I did it last time, thankfully, because I don’t want to be sober right now. Since everyone else in the house is paired up, we hit it off that night we had the house party. The single friends in a group have to stick together. I’ve been meaning to talk to Rig about pulling him into the band but haven’t gotten around to it. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Might as well be one of us. “I thought that was Riggan’s M.O.”

“Pussy problems.” I turn back the shot of Southern Comfort when Barbie girl smiles at me from down the bar. Hot face. Let’s see the body. I nod her over. She instantly starts walking toward us, pushing through the sea of gyrating bodies to the hip-hop music. Long bleached hair. Bronze skin. Grapefruit for tits only covered with a hot pink slingshot worth of fabric. Bare midsection to show off the belly button ring sparkling in the light. Short skirt that matches the band across her chest, leaving not a damn thing to the imagination. “But not for long.”

Kaysen laughs when he looks at her. “Miami’s finest—fake tits, curves with no body fat, minimum clothing, extensions, enough makeup to hide every flaw, and porn star heels. That requires zero effort if you were born with looks. Find something a little more challenging.”

I pick up the new shot waiting for me and shoot it. I’m well past drunk but headed toward mentally challenged where thinking takes a lot of effort, which is where I want to be. “Found that when I was seventeen. Lost it twice. Not interested. All I need is someone to make me come. She’ll do.”

He shakes his head and pushes off the bar. “I’m going to the pisser. I’ll find you in a few.”

He walks off just as she walks up, a drink in hand. “Hi. I’m Brandie. What’s your name?”

I grab her hip and pull her closer, giving her the smile that always works. “Maddox, but we could just skip the formalities and go straight to the dance now and play later.”

Her smile grows and she sets her drink down. “I could dance.”

Grabbing her hand, I pull her out into an open space and then pull her back against me. Her round ass brushes against my pelvis, and the fabric of her skirt is so thin I can feel the dip between cheeks. It’s better than I thought it’d be. She pulls her hair to one side, letting it sweep over her shoulder.

My hands position on each of her bare hips and I lower my head, bringing my mouth to her ear to talk over the blasting music. “This is a hot little body you have here. Show me how you earned it.”

She turns her head, our lips close, and then she starts to roll her hips against me as she looks up at me with bright eyes from beneath full, long lashes that can’t be real. I follow her rhythm, and with every beat that passes my hands get more comfortable, until they’re gliding up her flat stomach, making her skin jump. “I’ve been eying you all night,” she says, and then comes in closer, until her red lips are pressed against mine. And through the heat of her kiss, everything animalistic inside is set free, transforming me, and finally, all the thoughts in my head silence, just like every time I’m with another girl. For a little while I’m at peace.

* * *

I unlockthe door to the house and walk inside, pulling the girl from the club behind me. Kaysen and another girl follows. At some point during the night Brandie’s friend showed up. She’s been all over Kaysen since. All of the lights are off in the house with the exception of a light over the kitchen sink that stays on overnight. “Where do you want us?” Kaysen asks as he locks the exterior door. The room swirls around me. I’m hammered. Kaysen popped something in his mouth when we pulled into the driveway. Probably X. He said he parties with it every once in a while for a quick high when he can’t drink because of driving.

“We can all just go in the basement. It’s plenty big enough.” I open the door and turn the light on before hitting the first step, the other three following me. The door eases shut when I pass the stage we built down here back in the summer, moving toward the couch. I release her hand and continue toward the refrigerator. “Want something to drink? It’s mostly beer, but there are some leftover Seagram’s in here from Presley. She won’t be drinking them.”

“Sure.” I twist off the cap and dish out the bitch beer to the girls, before handing a beer to Kaysen, who’s now sitting on the couch, and grab myself one before joining him, already taking large gulps from the bottle even though I really don’t need it. I watch her as she looks around. “Do you have any music?”

I reach over and grab the remote off the end table, turning on the Bluetooth system in the corner of the room, and then fish my phone out of my pocket to connect it, instantly putting on a hip-hop playlist. Her friend with the long brown hair—Shelby I think—comes toward Kaysen and walks between his spread legs, turning around, and starts giving him a lap dance. “Strip,” he tells her.

As she removes her skimpy top with no bra underneath he sits upright and starts groping her. Brandie sets down her half empty bottle and straddles me, already coming in for a kiss. Everything is spinning. I’m so fucked up. But the second she starts grinding against my lap my hormones take over and I jerk the band of fabric she’s wearing across her boobs that looks like a bike tube almost down to her waist. Her tits sit firm on her chest, only moving if you force them to. They’re so big in comparison to her size there is no natural give. She’s gotta be a double D. I prefer natural, but I like these too.

She starts tugging at my shirt, hinting she wants it off. My hands run along the backs of her thighs until they’re holding handfuls of ass. “When my clothes come off, we’re fucking.”

“Yes,” she whispers. The end table has a drawer. I set my beer down and open it. After that night with Riggan and Sayler down here I put a box of condoms in it. Seemed appropriate, given this is no one’s room. It’s like a central space. And there’s no bigger mood kill than stopping the heat to go find condoms. I’m not taking a bar whore to my bed either.

She gets off my lap as I pull the box from the drawer and tear it open, already shoving her clothes down her legs. A zipper sounds to my right, and seconds later sucking sounds fill the room, grunts following. “Damn, girl.”

I pull a condom from the box and stand, tossing the box on the couch beside him for when he wants it, and then jerk off my shirt as I shuck my shoes. His eyes are hazed while he watches her swallow his cock. Brandie comes in and kisses me, trying to work my jeans open. I shove them down my legs and step out, before forcing her back, toward the couch. “Bend over.”

She turns around and bends over while I tear the condom wrapper open, placing her hands on the couch cushion. I roll it on and grab her hip in my hand, aligning my head just right, before pushing inside. “Shit. You’re bigger than I expected.”

I push in and pull out a few times, getting comfortable and making sure the condom is good and slick, and then with both hands on her hips, I let her have it. Skin is slapping against skin and she’s moaning with no end. “Yeah, give it to me.”

Kaysen tears his shirt off and pushes his pants down while Shelby gets naked, already sheathing his dick when she gets on his lap and sits down on him. The large tattoo stretched across her lower back starts to move with every pump up and down on his dick. I hit harder and faster. “Oh, fuck yeah! Yeah! Yeah! So good.”

I fight rolling my eyes. She’s a screamer. Those annoy me. I need realism to come and that sounds fake. I look at Kaysen. “Shut her up.”

He smirks at me, rubbing Shelby’s clit while she rides him, and then leans over to grab Brandie’s head, pulling her in for a kiss. She’s moaning loudly, despite his effort to kiss her, and one hand moves from the couch cushion and disappears between her own legs. Suddenly she starts clenching around me. “Shit, he just got harder,” Shelby says.

Kaysen pulls Brandie closer, like he wants a piece, his mouth already going for her hard nipple. I pull out and shove her toward him, already looking at Shelby. “Come here. Let’s see if you can make me come.”

Her eyes are hazed and her cheeks are flushed. She pushes off of him, and if he even noticed you wouldn’t know it, because he pulls Brandie on him and forces his cock in her, suddenly seeming a little more hyped-up than the lazy fucking he was doing before.

She walks toward me. “How do you want me?”

I sit on the edge of the couch. “Turn around. I don’t want your mouth on mine. It’s been wrapped around his dick.”

---