“Sex!” she blurted, and I nearly choked on my wine. “Sex with a boy.”
“Screw going to a religious school.” Jackson snorted and popped the top to a beer.
“Those Catholics.” I coughed again.
“She knows I’m Dayton,” Nora whispered in my ear.
“No, she just knows you’re not Barrington. Because this town is so small, I’m surprised most of them aren’t inbred.” I glanced at her. “Sorry. Present company excluded.”
Jackson walked over to a blonde guy in a letterman jacket, and Olivia shifted back to the drawer, quickly opening it and stuffing the condoms in the top of her dress. “Do me a favor, distract Jackson for like, an hour.”
“What?”
“It won’t be hard. He thinks you’re hot.” Then she shouldered her way through the party, leaving me unsure of how I felt about Jackson thinking I was hot.
“Hey, Drew?” Jackson waved Nora and me over, introducing us to the blonde guy named Max Harford.
Nora looked star-struck, blushing when Max took her hand and kissed over her knuckles. It made me want to gag.
We followed them to the couch, and for the next fifteen minutes, I listened to the two guys talk about football. Max was apparently off the team since he’d broken his legs last year, though how he did it seemed to be a sore subject.
Olivia absolutely owed me for this...
My phone vibrated in my purse, and when I pulled it out, my heart tripped a little at the sight of Bellamy’s message.
Dickhead: Baby girl...
Dickhead: You busy?
Me: Right now? Yeah.
Dickhead: Didn’t I tell you you’re never too busy for me?
I was about to type out a response when—
“What’s up fuckfaces?” the voice booming over the music was definitely Hendrix’s, and like someone had scratched a needle over a record, everyone’s attention in the room snapped toward the foyer.
Hendrix and Wolf stood by the stairwell, chugging beers. Electricity zapped through my veins like a hit because I knew that meant Bellamy was here.
“Great...” Jackson huffed, but my attention was still aimed at the entrance.
Bellamy stepped into the foyer's arched doorway and looked around the room like it was his own personal playground. Then his gaze stopped on me, and the small smirk on his lips shifted into something I didn’t like.
“West,” Jackson grumbled, draining the rest of his beer and crushing the can. “God, I hate him.”
“If you hate them, why don’t you just ask them to leave? It’s your house.”
He huffed out a breath. “It’s not as easy as that. I’m not in the mood for a fight.” And if I had to guess, Jackson was a little bit scared of them.
“Nah, fuck it, let’s beat them. There are enough of us,” Max said, anger lacing his voice. “Maybe kill them.” Max leaned in front of me to whisper across to Jackson. “Your dad has guns, right?”
Jackson’s hand landed on my thigh, and I was so in shock, I didn’t even think to move it.
They could not be serious, but the way Max’s jaw tightened before he glared back at Bellamy and the rest of the guys said he was.
“What is wrong with you?” I snapped, shoving Max away.
“Chill out, Drew.” Jackson’s gaze went right back to the entrance. “I’m not getting a gun. But after what they did to Max, they’ll get what’s coming to them.”
An uncomfortable feeling settled in my chest, and I slapped Jackson’s hand away, then pushed to my feet and snaked my way through the party.
Hendrix had a Barrington girl on the kitchen island, his lips at her neck while he groped her boobs. That was a stinging reminder that every girl—every girl, wanted the bad boy, and that was driven home monumentally the moment I glanced through the large floor-to-ceiling window at the back of the house and spotted Bellamy on the pool deck with another girl. The second his eyes met mine, he yanked her into his lap, and my chest went tight. I had the very real urge to shove her into the pool and kick him in the nuts. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Screw him.
Jackson stepped behind me as I poured a small glass of wine and tipped it back, and Bellamy watched us like a hawk.
“Let’s go outside.” Jackson flashed a perfect smile before leading me out onto the pool deck. Closer to Bellamy and that blonde.
I shouldn’t care what Bellamy did, so why the hell did I have the intense urge to make him jealous? Why the hell was I jealous? Over a guy that literally bartered a deal to fuck me... It was stupid and crazy, but undeniable. So, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my dress over my head, then jumped right in the pool. A bra and panties weren’t much different than a swimsuit after all.
“Damn, Drew.” Jackson tore off his shirt and stripped down to his boxers before he did a cannonball into the water.
Other people followed suit, taking off their clothes and leaping in. I glanced back at the deck just as Nora snatched her arm away from Bellamy and stormed to the edge of the pool with a roll of her eyes. “He’s such a dick,” she said, pulling her dress off before diving into the water.
“What was that about?” I asked.
Max shifted behind her. Nora glanced at him, then shook her head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
We hung out in the water, everyone laughing and drinking—except me. Every so often, my gaze would drift to Bellamy. That girl was still on his lap, but there was nothing intimate in the way he held her. It looked more like he might snap her in half any second.
One of the guys jumped into the water with a beer funnel. Another guy started swinging his wet boxers around his head. And that was my cue to leave. I looked at Nora. “I’m getting out.”
She glanced back at Max, completely smitten. “I’m gonna stay.”
I waded out of the pool, and when I glanced across the deck to where Bellamy had been sitting, he was gone, and so was the slutty blonde who had been on him like a parasite all night.
It was fine. I didn’t care what he did with her or to her.
I went to grab my dress, but the chair I’d left it in was empty. “Where the hell did my dress go?”
Of course, everyone was drunk, so no one paid attention. “Seriously? Where’s my dress!”
“You can go in my room and grab a t-shirt if you want,” Jackson shouted, skimming a hand through his wet hair. “You know where they are.” That sounded really bad because I was certain no one here knew the only reason I knew where he kept his shirts was because I’d stayed over with Olivia countless times. I made my way through the house, dripping water the entire way up to Jackson’s bedroom. The image of Bellamy screwing that blonde in a bathroom somewhere sprung to mind, and my nails bit into my palms. I hated her, and I hated him, and I hated myself for letting it bother me at all.
I closed Jackson’s door and went straight into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, staring at my reflection as I rubbed it through my hair. The jealousy whirring inside me grew. Bellamy started out as a one-night stand, and that’s all he ever should have been, so why in the hell was I letting this get to me so badly?
Sighing, I wrapped myself in the thick towel and went back to Jackson’s room to grab one of his shirts.
I’d barely set one foot out of the bathroom before my gaze landed on Bellamy closing the door and locking it. “You know where his shirts are, huh?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I glared at him. “I’m surprised you could tear yourself away from your new friend. She seemed very attached.”
“Right…” His chin dropped on a not-so-funny laugh before he started across the room. “You look really comfortable in your guy’s towel…”
He kept coming closer. And closer. Of course, it crossed my mind to tell him that Jackson was not my guy, but then that blonde popped up like a bad smell, and well, I never pretended to be a rational human being. My ass hit the footboard of Jackson’s bed, and Bellamy was right there. In my face.
“And you know what?” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I fucking
hate it.”
Tension mounted, so thick I could hardly breathe. Then Bellamy grabbed the back of my head and slammed his lips against mine in an angry kiss, shoving me back onto Jackson’s bed.
“I hate you so fucking much.” He ripped the towel away, and his mouth was all over me—lips and throat and breasts. Hands groping every bit of bare skin I had.
“I hate you more.”
“Seems like it.” His fingers reached between my legs. There was nothing gentle about the way he touched me. Just fingers reaching until they stole my breath. “Is that why you’re so wet for me, baby girl?”
I moaned into his mouth, each stroke of his hand contorting my body like it was his own personal puppet. It felt like there was a bomb waiting to go off, and this bastard had been holding the detonator since the first time I’d met him.
His fingers worked deeper, his tongue teasing my neck before he gripped my waist and rolled me on top of him. One hand went to my throat, the other still pressing into me, teasing and pushing while I straddled him.
“You haven’t gotten me expelled yet,” I gasped.
“And that’s the only reason my dick isn’t in you right now.” He fingered me so hard, I knew I’d be bruised, but it felt too good to care. “And as pissed as I am, you should probably be thankful.”
With no shame, I ground over his hand, loving the way his grip on my throat tightened while I chased something I desperately needed.
Heat built in my body. I was seconds away from absolute bliss before he threw me back on the bed. “And like hell I’m letting you come first this time.”
He worked his belt loose, yanking his dick out and tugging on it before he straddled my bare chest. “You remember how I told you I was gonna come all over your pretty rich-girl face?”
I shouldn’t have wanted it, but I did. I needed Bellamy to be every bit as unhinged for me as I was for him. My anger bled through me as I raked my nails up his thighs and grabbed his hips. And then I swallowed his dick, almost gagging when he touched the back of my throat.
“Fuck…” His hands went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust forward.
I dug my nails into his thighs. Hard, threatening him with a tiny bit of teeth, and he fisted my hair. His abs tensed. His muscles trembled. God, he was beautiful, and the sight of him had my frustrated body strung tight, on the edge.
Right when I knew he was about to come, he pulled away, grabbing his dick and pumping over it. His head fell back on a deep groan that echoed around the room as he came on my chest.
“I always knew that would look good on you, baby girl.” He swiped a finger at the corner of my mouth.
The door rattled, breaking the silence before a bang sounded over the wood. “Drew?” Jackson’s voice came from the other side.
Shit, shit, shit. I had just let Bellamy come on me, in Jackson’s bed. I scooped up the towel and wiped myself clean.
“Do not answer that door!” I pointed at him. “Give me two minutes,” I called.
Bellamy pushed off the bed with a glare. “And the shittiest part of this story: I almost fucking liked you…”
A tiny trace of guilt niggled at me. I should have just said: Jackson was a friend, and it wasn’t what it looked like. But then I remembered exactly why I’d let him think I was more than friends with Jackson.
“About as much as you like that blonde downstairs, I’m sure.”
I dove for the chest of drawers, taking out a T-shirt and covering myself right as he flipped the lock. He yanked open the door, then tucked himself back into his jeans. “‘Sup, Bennett?” Bellamy’s massive frame filled the dimly lit doorway, practically dwarfing Jackson. “I’d at least let her clean my come off her first…”
Oh, he was a bastard.
Jackson’s arm drew back, but before he even moved to throw a jab, Bellamy knocked him clean out. Holy. Shit.
“Bellamy! What is wrong with you?” I gasped.
He had just knocked the guy out in his own house.
“I told you I was gonna fuck up your life, Drew…” He ducked through the door, disappearing into the hallway. My pulse hammered in my veins like a freight train, and my temper spiked as I dropped to the floor to check that Jackson wasn’t dead.
“What the hell?” Olivia popped out of her bedroom, hair disheveled and cheeks sex-flushed. She hurried down the hall, her wide eyes on Jackson. “What happened?”
“Bellamy,” I mumbled, completely mortified and livid.
“They’re here?” She crouched beside her brother. “I’m calling the police...”
“I’ll get rid of them.”
“I’m still calling the police!” Olivia shouted as I jogged down the stairs.
It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. The slut of Barrington, in Jacksons T-shirt, and Bellamy’s come. This couldn’t get any worse.
I stopped in the foyer, spotting Bellamy by the front door, that same blonde beside him once again, staring up at him like she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and let him come on her face, just like I had.
Irrational jealousy and hurt lanced through me. Jackson was unconscious, Olivia was pissed, and Bellamy...Bellamy was making me crazy, the same way he always did.
Nora popped up beside me, handing me my bag. “What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing. We’re leaving.”
I glanced at the dickhead as I dragged Nora to the front door. “I’d leave if I were you,” I said to him. Not that I cared if he got arrested. Again.
A cold smirk cut over his lips as he slid an arm around the blonde girl’s waist. “Nah, I think I’ll stay.” Then he kissed her forehead.
Kissed.
Her.
Forehead.
And rage was not the fucking word. I wanted to throw something at his head and drag her out by her hair. Red—that was all I saw as something vicious and ugly twisted in my stomach.
Oh, I was about to do something insane, because he drove me to it.
18
Bellamy
The second Drew stormed out; I shoved the girl away from me. “Go the fuck away.”
She glared at me on a frown before storming across the party, tugging her skirt down.
I was livid as hell. The night had been nothing but a clusterfuck. First, I walked in to see Drew snuggled between Bennett and Harford. Which made me grab some waif-thin Barrington bimbo just to get a rise out of Drew. It was the least I could do since I had to watch that motherfucker touch Drew all night. Then to top it all off, when I was about to spread Drew’s legs and give her the orgasm of her life, Bennett started banging on the door. I lost my shit, but any rational guy would at that point...
“He knocked Jackson out!” A blonde stormed around the corner, pointing at me as she glanced around the room. A few of the Barrington guys reacted to her dog-whistle screech and stood up like they were going to do something.
“Ah, hell yeah!” Hendrix pushed a girl off his lap and jumped to his feet, cracking his neck as Max shoved through the crowd. “Time for a fight.”
Wolf rounded the stairwell, fists ready to throw blows. These Barrington assholes never seemed to learn their lesson.
The blonde’s palms landed on Max’s chest, and while he may have looked like he was ready to go to her, I saw the hesitation, the absolute fear pricking a sweat over his brow.
“Do not start a fight with these Neanderthals,” she said. “I already called the Barrington police.”
“Oh, come on, Olivia?” Max said. “I’ll be done with them long before the cops get here.”
That made a smirk dart across my face. I hadn’t been there when Zepp went at him, but Zepp had left him alive, which was more than I could say I would do had this shithead pulled the same stunt on Drew.
“You really want another stint in the hospital, Harford?” I said, bowing up. “I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
“Do not do it.” Olivia placed herself in front of him, acting like it was her, and not
his fear, keeping him from throwing the first punch. “I don’t want you guys accountable.”
Hendrix walked behind them, eyeing her up and down. “That’s a cute way of saying you don’t want their asses to get handed to them.”
A loud bang sounded outside. A group of people hurried to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. “Holy crap!” a girl shouted. “Someone’s ramming a Maserati into a piece of shit by the drive.”
“I think it’s Jackson’s girlfriend,” someone else said.
And now, I was going to kill everyone. Because it was Drew—and people thought she belonged to him. Anger fired through me on my way outside, but I managed to tamper it down and stroll down the steps like I didn’t give a shit. Wolf followed behind me, puffing on a joint.
The white glow of the reverse lights shined over the driver’s side of my Civic while the Maserati’s engine revved. Then the car slammed into mine.
“Psycho level twenty,” Wolf mumbled, clapping a hand to my shoulder. “You know how to pick them, don’t you, dude?”
I couldn't even deal with Wolf right now. I dragged my hands through my hair. The girl was insane, and while it pissed me off to no end, some masochistic, sick-ass part of me liked it way too much.
Shouts came from the front door I’d left open when I had stormed out. Something shattered. Hendrix must have started a damn fight. I glanced at Wolf, and he ducked his head on a shake.
“I’ll go get him.”
I started to the drive, and Drew’s car came to an abrupt halt. The window lowered. Nora sat completely mortified in the passenger seat, refusing to make eye contact with me while Drew leaned forward, a fake smile in place and her tight little body still in Bennett’s fucking shirt.
“I am so sorry.” She touched a hand to her chest. “I just can’t seem to find the right gear. Bad aim and all.” The car lurched forward, then reversed again.
Metal crunched. Glass shattered. And the loose thread of control I’d managed to cling to all night unraveled like a cheap ball of yarn. “Are you fucking insane?” I shouted.
“Yes!” She flipped me off, then drove away, the broken taillight of her Maserati swinging against the backend of the car.
No Good: A Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance Page 11
