Page 57 of Careless

He’s guarded, his walls built so high I don’t know if I’ll be able to scale them in my lifetime.

I did that. I wouldn’t hear him out and refused to speak to him for weeks. Maybe we are too broken to fix.

Tiernan jabs him in the ribs with an elbow. “That wasn’t a no.” I shift my eyes to Tiernan, and we burst out into a laughing fit.

“He needs to try that drink you were telling me about. What is it called again?” Tiernan asks.

“A Vegas Bomb,” I answer. “It’s so good, but I don’t see any Red Bull or cranberry juice.” I frown. Tori, a blonde girl with thick glasses that amplify her big brown eyes, rounds the counter.

“Did I hear you say you want a Vegas Bomb? They are so good,” Tori pipes in before reaching under the counter and pulling out a case of Red Bull.

“Yes!” I cheer. “Do you think there’s cranberry juice in the fridge?”

“Let me see.” She turns and opens the fridge before lifting a small Ocean Spray bottle.

I clap my hands in anticipation and cheer. “Great!”

“I’ll make us both one,” she volunteers, making her my second favorite person in the world, behind Kia. But, she finds Rian standing next to me and I nearly bite her head off when she gives him a sexy look.

I purse my lips in thought. If he had screwed Tori in the past, he would at least say hi to her, using her name. His eyes aren’t even lighting up with recognition.

It’s obvious that Tori wants him and I told him earlier to fuck whoever he wants. I don’t know if he’s interested in her, but I need to put an end to this before it even starts.

I don’t know what comes over me, but without thinking it through, I grab Rian’s tie and pull him down to my level. I kiss him for everything I’m worth. He responds with as much fervor as I’m giving. Sparks pulse up and down my body with every swipe of my lips against his. I know a million eyes are watching us, but I don’t care as his fingers tangle in my hair and his urgency overpowers my own. He’s pulling me as close as possible so he can devour my mouth.

God, I missed his kisses.

He leans back for a brief moment. “I thought you weren’t going to talk to me again?” he rasps before reclaiming my mouth, wrenching my body deeper into him. His other hand glides down to the small of my back to anchor me against his hardness. My nipples tingle from the friction against his chest as he swallows my moan. He stabilizes me as my body tenses and quakes with each move of his lips.

Fuck. I don’t want to stop. I want to rip off our clothes and ride his massive cock all night long. I need him so badly and I won’t be satisfied until he’s inside me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper the words to him and sense as his body slightly relaxes.

“Later.” His voice is thick with desire. Desire that I put there. Desire for me.

We’ll talk about it later. I can handle that. I can wait to talk as long as he knows I still want him.

“Okay.” I give him one last, lingering kiss before turning back to the counter. Tori gives me a blank look, but I can sense the jealousy brewing.

She can fuck right off. Rian is mine. All mine.

I concentrate on the array of beverages before me. “First, the whiskey,” I say as I grab the bottle and pour the right amount in each of the four cups. Then I grab the next bottle. “Peach Schnapps.” I pour that into the cups. “Cranberry juice.” I continue through the list in my head until finished.

I hand Rian his cup and he just stares at it, like he’s never seen alcohol before. I know that’s not the case. He and the others drink a ridiculous amount of beer.

With a shake of his head, he tilts the drink away from him. “I’m driving, kid.”

“That doesn’t have very much alcohol. You’ll be sober before we leave,” I say before raising my cup to my lips and taking a big sip.

Not as good as Kia’s Vegas Bombs, but close enough. This is way better than straight alcohol. I could get fucked up if there were only Vegas Bombs at this party. They are so good.

“This tastes like a fruity beer,” Tiernan says with a twist of his face, his expression full of disgust.

“Haters gonna hate,” Tori jokes before slamming back her entire drink in one go. Then, she skips off without saying a word.

Weirdo.

“T, let’s dance!” Willow bounces over, wearing a sexy, dead cheerleader costume, looking like a complete showstopper. “Sor, I love your costume. It’s so cute!”

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