by Amanda Ray
Ky's still laughing a few minutes after she’s gone and I just shake my head. "These girls, man. As if we all just fall for their tricks. More like the other way around." I say with conviction, shaking my head, snickering. "What do you mean?" Ky asks, almost intrigued. "You know exactly what I mean, Ky. All of these chicks think we're gonna fall for them but in reality they fall for us before we even speak." Ky lifts his eyebrows and looks at me, "Is that a fact?" I laugh, because really? He knows it's the damn truth! "Yup! I don't even have to try dude, and neither do you. These girls-“ I gesture my arm around the party, "-are all over me. Us. I shoot them a wink and they melt. I blow a kiss and they're begging at my knees. I say their God damn name and they're telling me they're in love with me. It's just a fact dude."
"Is that so?" Ky's response is starting to piss me off. He knows this shit but he's saying it in a condescending way and it's making me want to punch him. "Yeah. It is."
"So, it's that easy to get a girl, any girl, to fall in love with you?" I eye him suspiciously before saying, "Yeah, Ky. It's that easy." Kyle laughs and I'm not the only one confused because by the looks on my teammates faces they’re just as confused as I am. Nate and I exchange looks and then Ky speaks, "Okay, B. I've got my dare." My eyes move back and forth between Nate and Ky. Why is he dragging this out? "Alright, dude. Lay it on me." I wave my hands in a give me motion and Ky laughs again. What the fuck!
"I dare you to get a girl to fall in love with you by the end of the season. And you have to bring her to the auction at the end of March to prove that she's in love with you." I chuckle and look at Nate, he's laughing too because is he forreal? This is the easiest dare I've ever gotten. "Done." I state as fact, because really, any girl in here will be in love with me by the end of the night. "You haven't heard who the girl is yet." Ky says smirking at me. His face is really starting to piss me off. Why is he so smug? "Alright, asshole. Who's the girl? Not like it matters." Ky shakes his head and I look back over at Nate who just shrugs.
I see Ky looking around but his eyes aren't really scanning the party. It's like he already has someone picked out and is just making a show of it, pretending to scout. Before I can call him out on it he points and says, "Her.” I turn around, following where his finger leads to look, "Which one?" There's a sea of girls in the living room dancing, and we're at the perfect spot in the kitchen to see them all. "That one.” Kyle supplies, "In the jeans and the black lace bra." I scan the bodies and my stomach drops when my eyes land on her. Her hair is straight and her body's facing away from me. But I'd know that ass anywhere. I've dreamt about that ass. And when she spins around I know for sure it's her. Scarlett. Shit!
Chapter 5
Letty
I'm dancing with Savvy to Reggaeton Lento by CNCO-the remix with little mix- swaying my hips, feeling the music. My eyes are closed and my hair is flying around to the beat. I can feel eyes on me but it doesn't stop me. Nothing is going to stop me from getting lost in the music with my best friend and drowning in the sensation, the escape, I get from dancing. The three cups of Jungle punch is helping too. When the song changes to Boyfriend by Mabel, I can't help but look at Savvy and laugh. We both love the song and blast it through our speakers at home.
When I spin around giving Savvy my back, the intensity of someone's eyes are on me. I can feel it to my bone. I look around, scanning the floor, attempting to find the set of eyes burning through me. But they find something else. Someone else. Him.
Brooks Holland. His smug little ass is standing in the kitchen surrounded by his teammates. It isn't until he turns and looks at me that I focus on his face. He looks pale as a ghost. For a second I wonder if he's okay but the second a tall redhead walks over and runs her fingers through his hair I almost laugh at myself. He's fine. He's got his flavor of the night and whatever had him looking ghostly will sure be forgotten. I turn back around to face Savvy and toss my head back feeling the bass beat through my body. When I look back down I see Savvy giving me the look. The one that tells you a guy is about to approach you. The one she's giving me now tells me he's definitely hot, if he wasn't she would have grabbed my arm and spun me around to get away from the guy.
I hear someone clear their throat as the song ends and I spin around smiling at the brave hottie who’s come to dance with us. My smile fades the minute I lay eyes on the intruder. Well, look who it is. The womanizer himself. Brooks. Joy. He smiles at me, "Scarlett.” I roll my eyes, "Brooks. I'd say it's a pleasure. But it's not." At this he just laughs, which only irritates me more. God, he's annoying. Hot, but annoying as hell. "What do you want, Brooks?"
"Come here often?" His smile widens and then he looks at Savvy. His eyes roam up and down her body before he gives her an approving nod. Gross. "Ew. Stop trying to fuck my friend. You're not her type." Brooks chuckles and looks back at me, "And what's her type?”
"Not you.” I say simply and he nods as if accepting my answer. Um, what's going on? Brooks scans my body up and down. Is he trying to be obvious about checking me out? And if so....Why the hell is he checking me out? "You wanna dance?" I chuckle and answer for Savvy, "No, she doesn't want to dance with you. I literally just told you, you aren't her type." Brooks laughs, nodding, "Yeah. I heard you, Scarlett. But I wasn't asking her. I was asking you." He holds out his hand and I just stare at it. "You wanna dance?"
My eyes flick up to his so fast it almost makes me dizzy. All I can do is laugh. Is he forreal? Did I just walk into a parallel universe? Brooks just asked me to dance? "What's the catch?" He smirks at my response and shakes his head, "Nothing. I was watching you dance and just wanted to know if you wanted a partner." He winces a little at his words and I can't help but scowl. "I've already got a dance partner," I gesture to Savvy who's still dancing away as if Books and I speaking to each other is a normal occurrence, "Thanks but no thanks.” I go to turn away but Brooks grips my hand spinning me into his chest. Hard, solid and warm, his chest pushes up against mine and my traitorous body shivers. I think Brooks senses it because he leans down, whispers in my ear, "It's one dance, Scarlett. It doesn't mean we like each other, and it sure as hell doesn't mean we need to get along. You know you find me attractive, so just dance with me Scar-Scar."
The glare I give him could cut through ice. Have I mentioned how annoying he is? Because, God, I just want to punch his arrogant ass. "Fine! One dance, Brooks. And then leave me the hell alone. And we never speak of it, you got that?" He only chuckles more, grabs my waist and spins me around so that his groin is pushed perfectly into my ass. His mouth in my hair by my ear, "Deal. Now let's get to dancing." Brooks’ fingers grip tighter around my waist, I close my eyes at the feel. My body instantly melting into his, I swallowed down a whimper.
Fuck me sideways. All he has to do is touch me and I want more. Crave for more. Shit! The music switches from My type by Saweetie to Savage love by Jason Derulo and the wicked smile on my face grows. If Brooks wants a dance, I'm going to give him a dance he won't forget. Time to tease the shit out of him.
I flick my hair over my shoulder and slowly look back at him so he can see my smile, the gleam in my eye, because this... this is going to be torture for him. And so much fun. I'm going to make him regret asking me to dance. I slowly sway my hips back and forth, our jeans rubbing, the friction increasing the warmth between his legs and my ass. His grip gets tighter, as if trying to hold me in place but it just eggs me on more.
I spin around so we're face to face, I thread my fingers through his hair, slowly pulling him forward. Over his shoulder I can see his friends watching us. His leg is between my thighs and I keep the slow tempo, swaying and grinding to show him just what my hips can do. I pull his head so that our foreheads touch and Brooks takes a deep breath in before meeting my eyes. "What are you doing, Scarlett?" His teeth are clenched, his voice teetering toward angry but his eyes tell a different story. They're filled with lust, want and desire, just like I wanted. Good.
I smile up at him and spin back around so that there's no sp
ace between his body and mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into his body, swaying. I glance up at him with a smile, "Dancing," is all I say before giving a deep grind on his growing penis. I can feel his hard-on through his jeans and mine. Damn, he's big. Really big. I have to fight the urge to touch him, remind myself who he is, because, come on, I'd never want to touch Brooks.
Brooks' fingers dig deeper into my hips and he gives a quick little thrust into me. My shocked intake of breath is loud enough to get his attention and he does it again. Fuck me, that feels good. Jee-zus. When is this song over? I think he's caught on to my game because now it's not only about me teasing him but him teasing me. What seems like a century passes before the song ends and I quickly spin around to face him, "Okay, the songs done. You got your dance, now mosey along and leave me alone like you promised." He laughs and shakes his head at me, "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the dance, Scar-Scar.” I roll my eyes at his nickname. He never calls me Letty and I know he does it just to piss me off. I glance around to try to find Savvy and when I land on her dancing with one of Brooks’ teammates I can't help my chuckle. I look back at Brooks, giving him a small smile and start to head toward my best friend.
A step later, my hand is grabbed and I'm being spun back into Brooks’ arms. We're face to face but before I can protest he's leaning in. It happens so fast I don't know what to do and before I know it his lips are on mine. Soft, full lips, kiss mine. Tender and slow at first. Only a peck but then my body relaxes against his and he pulls me closer. My hands touch his chest as his fingers graze lazily up my arms until they're in my hair. Tugging and twisting. Angling my head just right so he can kiss me deeper. His tongue peeks out and slides against my swollen lips, I whimper at the contact and open my mouth to grant him access. He groans in response and swiftly swallows my tongue with his.
It's not messy. It's hard, passionate. Body awakening. I feel the kiss down to my toes and the heat between my thighs pours out of me, soaking my panties. Holy shit. Brooks can kiss! My hands move from his chest to the back of his neck and I tug him closer, biting his bottom lip. He moans in response and tugs my hair a little more, taking my mouth deeper, harder.
We're practically fucking each other's mouths in the living room of a frat house, surrounded by hundreds of people, but I could care less at this point. It's so good and I want more. I lift my hips and grind into the giant bulge in his jeans. I hear someone whistle and a few cat calls about getting a room. I quickly pull away. My eyes meet Brooks. My breathing is erratic, my heart basically pounding out of my chest. I'm almost positive everyone can hear it. But then I blink a few times and remember that this is Brooks I'm dealing with. What in the ever lying fuck just happened? I just made out with Brooks and it was good? No. God damnit, no!
Hell. It was fucking fantastic and I’m pissed to admit it. He smiles down at me as if reading my mind, "You want some more, Scar-Scar?" Brooks chuckles and I feel my cheeks heat.
This is a fucking game to him. A sick, fucking game. The sedation I felt with that kiss now gone and I'm filled with nothing but rage. Anger. And a little hurt. I see Savvy walking toward me with a cup in her hand and the minute she's in reach I grab it. My hand reacts, throwing beer at Brooks' face. He steps back in surprise and looks down at his soaked clothes before looking back at me with fury in his eyes. "In your dreams, Brooks." Not wanting to admit that, yes, that kiss will be in my dreams tonight and many more. I grab Savvy's hand, swing around leaving Brooks in the dust and head home. Shit! What did I just do?
Chapter 6
Brooks
Beer. I'm covered in fucking beer. And not the good kind. No, it's the watered down shit from a keg, type of beer-and why the fuck do I care about the type of beer that just got thrown at me! Scarlett Jenkins just fucked me up, that's why! I shake my head, trying to come to terms with what just happened. When Ky had said that she was the dare, my heart sank. I felt the color drain from my face. Why the hell did he have to pick her! But I sucked it up and made my first move. It took a little finessing but I got her to dance with me, only, she used that shit to her advantage. Grinding on me, swaying those luscious plump hips back and forth. Damn her for teasing the little guy. I couldn't help it. I don't think any man could. I mean what's a guy to do when someone's body is pushed up against yours creating the best type of friction you've ever felt? Yup. Those words just came out of my mouth and holy hell, that's just sad. It's not like we did anything but dance! But shit, little B wanted her BAD.
It was as if a switch went off and the minute the song was over she was back to the same pain in the ass Scarlett. Not the gorgeous, irresistible girl, touching every part of my body on the dance floor. I had to take the risk and keep up with the dare. Get her to see me as more than the enemy. Shit, I needed to find a way to get her to start semi-liking me so we could take the next step of her falling for me. But that crap backfired too! When she went to go walk away I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her. And fuck me, because I didn't think she could kiss like that.
The kiss was supposed to be light. Just a peck. Something to leave her wanting more and realizing she had deep, dark feelings for me. Not the type of kiss that made me weak in the knees. Leaving me wanting more. No. It wasn't supposed to go down like that, but the minute she started kissing me back it was like I had no control over my body. My lips wanted hers. And damn, did that do something to little B. Those red painted lips- I needed to taste them, savor them, devour them. She tasted sweet, like liquor and fruit punch, with a hint of cherries.
Scarlett was delicious, I couldn't get enough. Even now, standing here drowned in stale beer, I want more. More of every inch of her. Fuck! But the moment she grabbed my hair and made the kiss deeper, harder, it was like my insides liquefied and fire burned through me from my head to my toes. I could live off of that feeling. I wanted to take her right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone and I thought she felt the same way when she grinded into my crouch.
Boy was I wrong. The moment the kiss was broken it was like the little annoying girl from class was back with a vengeance. In the blink of an eye she went from this girl I wanted to fuck, someone who made me feel like I never had before, because that kiss-man was that unreal- to the girl who hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. Ever.
Boy, did she prove that right because next thing I knew I had beer being thrown at my face and party goers cat calls from all around. Yup. We gave them a show alright. Just not the one I was expecting. So here I am, beer still running down my face, standing dumbfounded over what the hell just happened. The blond from earlier walks over to me with a towel, "Here you go big boy, let me help clean you up.” Her fingers lace with mine and she guides me to the bathroom but my gaze never leaves the front door. The door that Letty just ran out of. And Shit! Because now I'm fucking calling her Letty! God, Damnit! What has she done to me!
The blond starts inching the hem of my shirt up but my face obviously shows confusion because she says, "It'll be easier to clean you up when your clothes are off.” I almost believe her, until she starts making an A line for the button of my jeans. The jeans that have not a spot of beer on them. All I can do is laugh. If this were any other time, I'd be taking full advantage of what she's trying to do, but now? Now all I do is step back out of her embrace and shake my head. What? What the fuck is that? Take full advantage of this shit, B! Little B will have a blast! My subconscious yells at me but my body disagrees. It can't get over the feeling I got from Letty. The way her mouth fit mine. The way her hands grazed my chest. FUCK! This is NOT how it was supposed to go. I need to shake it off. Get over it. It was one kiss Brooks, lock it down!
So in the spirit of forgetting the kiss with Scarlett, I pull the blond-who's name I still haven't gotten-up to her feet and lay one on her. Only her lips are thin, not plump. Glossy and sticky, not soft and fire engine red. When she slips her tongue in my mouth, my first instinct is to reject it, not savor it. She doesn't taste sweet, not like cherries. She tastes like b
eer and I can't take it any longer. I pull away to see fire in her eyes. She was enjoying that? Jeez. "Thanks, but...uh....I can take it from here." I scratch the back of my neck and look down at my feet, attempting to avoid her eyes but get no such luck. She looks at me confused before grunting in annoyance and stomping out of the bathroom. Fuck! I spin around to look at myself in the mirror. I shake my head at what I see, turning on the water to soak my shirt and rid my face of the stickiness.
After what just happened I don't feel up for much more partying and decide it's best to head home. On the ride back I can't stop thinking about Scarlett, her lips, her hips, her ass, her hands. When I get into the shower, she's still on my mind and I fight the urge to touch myself. It gets worse by the time I get under the covers. I toss and turn, fighting the urge more and more. Don't touch yourself. Not to her. Don't fucking do it!
By the time morning comes, my dick is so hard it hurts. I make the shower ice cold and stand under the sprayer until I can no longer feel my body. My lips are so blue when I look in the mirror I almost want to cry. How the fuck can someone effect me this much? How can she affect me this much! Ugh! I slam my fists down on the sink. "This has got to stop!" I say to myself, attempting a pep talk, "She doesn't mean anything! It's just a dare. Get this shit done and move the fuck on. You've done this before. You can do it again. She's just a girl. A girl who can fall in love with you in the blink of an eye and you'll complete the dare. Just turn on the charm. Don't let anyone see how much she affects you. Because SHE DOESN'T. SHE DOES NOT." I let out a deep breath, shaking my head to rid it of the memories of Scarlett's lips.
