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the back door. I can’t see either Kitten or the guy when I step outside, due to the number of partiers around the pool. I’m surprised the cops haven’t been called yet. It’s as loud out here as it is in the house.
I walk around, scanning drunk, grinning faces for Amber. Shit, where’d she go? A voice in my head whispers that maybe I’m jumping to conclusions. That maybe they’re making out somewhere, not wanting to be found by me or anyone else.
Just as I’m about to ignore my gut and return inside, I see them by a large pond. Amber looks annoyed, her lips squeezed in a tight line. She jerks left, then moves to the right, but Ape Man isn’t fooled and blocks her. I’m already stalking toward them as he leans in, ready to kiss her. It’s clear to anyone but this idiot that she’s not a willing participant. Anyone but this idiot can easily recognize her expression for what it is: a mixture of shock and fear.
She turns her head to avoid his kiss, hands pushing against his chest. Undeterred, one of his hands grabs her behind the neck and forces her face to his. His other hand cups her breast, ignoring that she’s squirming to get away.
A fiery protectiveness scorches within me. I snatch hold of his shoulder and whip him around. Kitten slips past and I slam my fist into his face.
He stumbles back and his hand snaps to his jaw, to where my fist made contact. “What the fuck is your problem?” he growls.
“You, shithead. She didn’t want you kissing her.”
“S-says who?”
I want to slam my fist in his face again, to jump-start a few of his brain cells. “She did. Or do you usually kiss girls who look scared shitless?”
He sways on his feet. “She wasn’t scared. She wanted me.” Only now he doesn’t look so sure. He glances over my shoulder. I don’t have to look to know we’ve got an audience.
“The only thing she wanted was for you to leave her the fuck alone.” I step closer, trapping him, giving him a taste of how she felt. “And if I catch you near her again, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
He holds up his hands. “Okay, I got it.” He doesn’t stick around to see if I have anything more to add. He stumbles toward the house.
I follow, ignoring the curious gazes watching me. Once inside, I search for Amber. Her friend is dancing with a guy, but I have no idea if she and Kitten came here together. If they did, then Amber has to be here, somewhere.
I continue looking for her, but give up after scouring the place for fifteen minutes. She either doesn’t want to be found, or she’s fled the party.
The restless feeling from earlier intensifies.
“You looking for me?” a girl asks as I scan the living room. I turn to find the blond who flirted with me before, her mouth curved in a seductive smile. She places her hand on my arm, eyes focused on my lips. “Hi, I’m Emma.” She lifts a plastic cup to me. “You look like you could use another beer. So I got you one.” Her words are slightly slurred, but she doesn’t seem overly drunk. All bets are off when the girl’s too drunk to know what she’s doing.
I take the cup from her. “Marcus.” She’s even prettier up close, with blue eyes that want to devour me and a body made for action.
She might not completely take the edge off how I’m feeling, but it’ll be enough. And sex with Emma is a much better option than tracking down Tammara.
I brush my thumb against her cheek and she leans into me. I breathe in her coconut scent. My junk tightens in my jeans and I push away all thoughts of Kitten. If she doesn’t want to be found, then this girl will most definitely do. And I’d be crazy to go after a girl like Kitten. It’s the last thing either of us needs.
My lips caress Emma’s and she moans. “Do you live near here?” I ask against her mouth.
“I live on campus. Can we go back to your place?”
“Sorry. No one’s allowed there. My mother’s sick. With cancer.” The first part’s right, even though I
I walk around, scanning drunk, grinning faces for Amber. Shit, where’d she go? A voice in my head whispers that maybe I’m jumping to conclusions. That maybe they’re making out somewhere, not wanting to be found by me or anyone else.
Just as I’m about to ignore my gut and return inside, I see them by a large pond. Amber looks annoyed, her lips squeezed in a tight line. She jerks left, then moves to the right, but Ape Man isn’t fooled and blocks her. I’m already stalking toward them as he leans in, ready to kiss her. It’s clear to anyone but this idiot that she’s not a willing participant. Anyone but this idiot can easily recognize her expression for what it is: a mixture of shock and fear.
She turns her head to avoid his kiss, hands pushing against his chest. Undeterred, one of his hands grabs her behind the neck and forces her face to his. His other hand cups her breast, ignoring that she’s squirming to get away.
A fiery protectiveness scorches within me. I snatch hold of his shoulder and whip him around. Kitten slips past and I slam my fist into his face.
He stumbles back and his hand snaps to his jaw, to where my fist made contact. “What the fuck is your problem?” he growls.
“You, shithead. She didn’t want you kissing her.”
“S-says who?”
I want to slam my fist in his face again, to jump-start a few of his brain cells. “She did. Or do you usually kiss girls who look scared shitless?”
He sways on his feet. “She wasn’t scared. She wanted me.” Only now he doesn’t look so sure. He glances over my shoulder. I don’t have to look to know we’ve got an audience.
“The only thing she wanted was for you to leave her the fuck alone.” I step closer, trapping him, giving him a taste of how she felt. “And if I catch you near her again, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
He holds up his hands. “Okay, I got it.” He doesn’t stick around to see if I have anything more to add. He stumbles toward the house.
I follow, ignoring the curious gazes watching me. Once inside, I search for Amber. Her friend is dancing with a guy, but I have no idea if she and Kitten came here together. If they did, then Amber has to be here, somewhere.
I continue looking for her, but give up after scouring the place for fifteen minutes. She either doesn’t want to be found, or she’s fled the party.
The restless feeling from earlier intensifies.
“You looking for me?” a girl asks as I scan the living room. I turn to find the blond who flirted with me before, her mouth curved in a seductive smile. She places her hand on my arm, eyes focused on my lips. “Hi, I’m Emma.” She lifts a plastic cup to me. “You look like you could use another beer. So I got you one.” Her words are slightly slurred, but she doesn’t seem overly drunk. All bets are off when the girl’s too drunk to know what she’s doing.
I take the cup from her. “Marcus.” She’s even prettier up close, with blue eyes that want to devour me and a body made for action.
She might not completely take the edge off how I’m feeling, but it’ll be enough. And sex with Emma is a much better option than tracking down Tammara.
I brush my thumb against her cheek and she leans into me. I breathe in her coconut scent. My junk tightens in my jeans and I push away all thoughts of Kitten. If she doesn’t want to be found, then this girl will most definitely do. And I’d be crazy to go after a girl like Kitten. It’s the last thing either of us needs.
My lips caress Emma’s and she moans. “Do you live near here?” I ask against her mouth.
“I live on campus. Can we go back to your place?”
“Sorry. No one’s allowed there. My mother’s sick. With cancer.” The first part’s right, even though I
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