I follow her into the kitchen. The house is already packed with people and from the kitchen window I can see the backyard is too. Music is playing through the house and the scent of barbecue wafts inside, making my stomach grumble.
“We are having fun tonight. No talk of internships, school, or writing the MCAT,” Rebel says and, sheesh, she knows me well. I could use a night off. I always hear students around me talking about some great party they went to and how much fun they had, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I had fun.
“Okay,” I agree. She’s right.
Rebel heads to the fridge to get the margarita mix she mentioned and also brings a tray of ice cubes. She dumps it all in the blender.
“This does look really good,” I admit.
She reaches for a cabinet and takes out a bottle of tequila and starts pouring it in the blender. She was never a drinker but seeing this side of her makes me happy. She is in love and enjoying life.
“Easy there,” I laugh because she’s poured in almost half the bottle.
“Uh Uh.” She shakes her head and laughs, pouring more tequila in the blender.
She turns on the blender and then fills two red Solo cups. “One of these and I think I’ll be wasted.”
She frowns. “Don’t stop yourself from having fun. I know things didn’t go so well with the football player, but I’m sure you can find someone here.”
“I don’t think the hookup thing is for me after all,” I admit. The sex was mediocre.
Cole saunters into the kitchen. I will the powers that be he didn’t hear what I just said.
“Why not, beautiful?” he asks.
Oh shit. Of course he heard.
I eye Rebel while gritting my jaw. How do I respond? She better help me out.
“So how’s the slip and slide going?” she asks Cole instead.
“Looks fun.” He shrugs. “You two going to try it?”
Rebel looks down at her prosthesis. “It may be too complicated.” Rebel was injured after her drug addicted father accidentally ran her and her sister over with his car. The accident left her an amputee.
“Nah, you could probably piggy back on Wolfe or something,” Cole says. It’s interesting how Rebel has become comfortable with her injury, not only around Wolfe but Cole too. Apparently, he was really good with Wolfe’s sister too after an accident left her in a wheelchair. Rebel sees the good in Cole, just like she saw the good in Wolfe.
“Maybe,” Rebel says like she’s considering it.
I take a long sip of the margarita. It’s sweet and refreshing and the mix drowns out the strong taste of the alcohol.
Cole turns to me. “I could take you on my back.”
“I’m good. Thanks. If I do it, I’ll go on my own,” I say.
“Okay. Okay.” He grins playfully. “I’ll catch you two later.”
He saunters off, wearing a pair of board shorts and a white tank top that shows off his tanned biceps, and I swallow hard at the sight of him.
“He really isn’t a bad guy,” Rebel informs me.
“Okay,” I answer.
She shakes her head with a smile like I frustrate her.
“This is really good,” I say feeling buzzed, as I take another sip of the margarita.
“I’m feeling it already,” she giggles. We head over to a makeshift dance floor in the family room and dance a little. With the nice buzz I have going on I feel relaxed. I just enjoy the party. My thoughts about life and school are fleeting. I’m living in the moment.
“Shall we get a refill?” Rebel asks.
“Sure,” I say, feeling hot from dancing. With so many people in the house the air-conditioning isn’t very cool.
We get a refill from the blender and head out to the backyard where Wolfe is hanging upside down siphoning beer from a keg. We walk over and watch the little competition that the hockey team has going.
“Rebel, introduce me to your friend,” Ryse McGuire, a player from the Westfall U hockey team, says. I know who he is. I’m pretty sure everyone on campus knows the names of the hockey players.
Rebel cocks her brow. “Holland Donovan. Meet Ryse McGuire.”
I’m more than tipsy now as I shake his hand. Ryse grins widely. “Pleasure to officially meet you.”
“Thanks. You too,” I reply, my lips spread from cheek to cheek. Ryse has dirty blond hair and green eyes. Like the rest of the hockey team, his body is sculpted of stone.
He turns to a girl beside him and says, “This is my sister, Poppy.”
“Nice to meet you.” I nod and smile.
“You too,” she says as she fidgets with the hem of her T-shirt.
“Poppy is starting at Westfall U this fall,” Ryse explains. “She’s majoring in journalism, it’s one of the most prestigious programs at Westfall,” he says sounding proud.
“Ryse,” Poppy whines, giving her brother the stink eye.
“Don’t worry about it. He’s proud of you. It’s sweet. I know the program. Kudos to you.” I nod and lift my red Solo cup to her. Westfall alumni have definitely made a splash in the world of journalism. The university likes to make a big deal about famous people that went here.
“What program are you in?” Poppy asks softly. The alcohol is going to my head and I feel like I sound funny but I answer. “Premed.”
“Kudos to you, too.” Poppy smiles. She looks uncomfortable. I know the feeling. I’m not used to parties like this or drinking, but I’m committed to letting loose tonight.
Ryse then turns around and points a finger at all the guys around us. Two of whom are hanging upside down siphoning beer. “Everyone one of you Dragons is to stay the hell away from my sister,” he warns. His finger lands on Wolfe and he mutters. “I don’t need to worry about you, but the rest of you. . .” He points at Declan McAvoy. “Especially you. Hands off.”
“Why you singling me out?” Declan asks sounding so innocent.
“You damn well know why,” Ryse retorts and leaves it at that.
“Ryse, stop it,” Poppy begs. Her arms are wrapped protectively around her stomach. “How am I supposed to make friends if you’re threatening everyone?” She blushes and she pushes her round glasses up her nose.
“Fine, sorry,” Ryse mumbles. It’s actually sweet how protective he is over his sister.
“Let’s go slip and sliding.” He then cheers and raises his arms above his head and pounds his fists in the air. His gaze narrows on me. “You up to go sliding?”
A deep voice materializes almost out of nowhere and says, “She’s busy.” When I turn around, I see that it’s Cole shooing Ryse away.
“What on earth are you doing?” I ask Cole. Has he lost his mind?
“You’re coming with me on the slip and slide,” he says and he takes my hand.
I take my hand back. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I insist. I hear some oohing and aahing in the background.
Cole looks seriously offended but I don’t care. He can’t butt into my life like that. Besides, as hot as Ryse is, he isn’t my type anyway. Even though I hate to admit that everything about Cole calls to me.
Rebel starts laughing her head off and then so do I. “Come, I’m going slipping and sliding,” I cheer.
Rebel gives Wolfe an open-mouthed kiss with lots of tongue and then she breaks apart from him and walks me over to the slip and slide. She is being conscientious about spending time with me and I appreciate it.
Next to the slip and slide are a bunch of lawn chairs lined up on the grass, and I remove my cover-up and throw it on one of the chairs. I chose a simple blue-and-white polka dot bikini. I only own two bathing suits and my other one was a Speedo from my swim competition days in high school.
I get some catcalls but choose to ignore them. Between the alcohol and the heat outside, the slip and slide is looking very enticing.
“You’ll need to run with one of those floating devices then dive,” Rebel says. “I think I’m too drunk to coordinate it right now.”
“Okay.” I shake out my shoulders. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m going in,” I cheer, extending my arms up for a little stretch. I kick my legs out too.
Rebel is beside me laughing so hard she’s holding her belly. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m seriously drunk,” I admit laughing.
“No shit,” she says. “Cheers to margarita night.” She sips her drink.
I don’t remember leaving my cup. Did I drop it? I lose my train of thought while I wait in line. My turn comes and some guy passes me a floaty.
“What the hell am I doing?” I ask Rebel.
“Living,” she answers like she knows I’m not just asking about the slip and slide.
Damn straight.
There’s a sprinkler running over the slide. I make a run for it and glide. I take off quickly on my belly. The cool rush of the water a shock at first, but adrenaline spikes my blood—along with the rush of alcohol—and I am loose and carefree, baby. I break out into a laugh attack. At the end of the slide I get up and go again.
I make friends with a girl named Elle and her friend, Marsha, while I’m waiting in line. Dec comes over and offers us watermelon Jell-O shots and we each take one. Then we head back on the slide. I don’t remember having this much fun ever.
The dancing has now moved outside and so Marsha, Elle, and I head over to the dancing crowd, sopping wet and barefoot, and begin to dance. Rebel is right next to me making out with Wolfe on the dance floor, and I am just so happy. For me, for my friend. Why have I not partied all this time in college? It is the bomb.
Cole walks over to me and we start to dance. His body moves in closer and he whispers, “Hmm, you smell like watermelon,” in my ear. Goosebumps run down my body from the mere contact of his lips.
His gaze drops to my nipples. His eyes smolder.
“The water is freezing,” I say with a shrug, as if it explains my hardened nipples.
“Sure,” he answers, wrapping his arm around my waist as our hips move together. “Why don’t we take a ride on the slip and slide together?”
“Okay,” I agree because I am drunk and agreeable right now, and he smells like coconuts and something deliciously and distinctly male that calls to my pheromones.
He takes my hand and we walk over to the slide. A smile spreads my lips and, damn, I can’t stop. I don’t want to. He takes one of the floaty device thingies.
“How do we do this?” I ask him.
“Get on my back,” he says.
“Seriously?” I ask.
From behind me Elle says, “Do it. It’s so much fun.”
Okay, well if Elle says it’s fun then it must be fun says my alcohol infused brain.
I hop on to his back piggyback-style and wrap my legs around his waist, and holy hell, I feel. . .aroused? This can’t be happening.
“Hang on, beautiful,” he says.
“You need to stop calling me that.” My lips turn down but I am not really upset, I like it .
He gives me a mischievous smile and rolls his eyes at me. Whatever.
He takes off running with the floaty and then we are airborne, or I don’t even know what we are. Our bodies mash together as I release my legs from his waist and he belly flops on the slide. We take off fast, sloshing against the slide, and at the end of the plastic we don’t stop until we’ve slid right off into the grass in an abrupt tumble of limbs and body parts. I’m laughing so hard, until I realize that my face is at his crotch and his face is at mine.
“OMG, you two are hilarious.” I hear from off to the side.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I should know this isn’t funny, but right now having Cole’s dick practically in my face is hysterical. I roll off him onto the grass. He seems to be finding the situation just as funny as I do.
He stands and gives me a hand and I take it.
“That was fun we should do it again,” Cole says. “But if we land the way we just did again, I think we should take it upstairs to my room.”
I should be telling him over my dead body, but that can’t be true because being skin to skin with Cole has me feeling hot and bothered.
“Let’s do this. This time you’re riding on my back,” I say because clearly alcohol has made me lose my mind.
“I don’t think that would work,” Cole says laughing so hard he falls forward. “You’re piggybacking me. Now hop on.”
I watch as Elle gets a ride on Ryse’s back. She turns and winks at me before they take off.
Who knew a kids’ game could be so much fun?
“Rebel has to see this,” I say to Cole and I turn around looking for her. “Where did she go?”
“I think she and Wolfe went for a fuck break,” he says.
Is that a thing?
I run my hand over Cole’s skin. His shoulders are strong and tanned and he smells so. . .
“You ready?”
More than I’ll ever be. Wait! Was I just blatantly caressing him?
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, and I think this time I said it out loud.
“Fuck yeah,” he cheers. Yup, said that out loud.
He takes off running. I release my legs early from his waist and hang off his back so the landing isn’t as rough. We take off sliding, but again we don’t stop at the end of the slide and we roll into the grass. Only the grass has been ripped up probably from overuse and we get all muddy.
“Damn, you look hot,” Cole says to me as we lie horizontal on the ground.
“So do you,” I say, aware again that somewhere in the back of my mind I should have a filter. Where are you, filter?
His green eyes blaze. “We need to go to my room. I want you so bad,” he says. Then he digs the heel of his palm into his eye. “Damn, I’m not supposed to say that to you. Wolfe is going to kill me.”
“I want you,” I say breathlessly. Because, hell, I am dripping wet for him.
“You do?” he quips.
“Yes,” I laugh, as if it’s the funniest thing on earth.
Cole gets to his feet and then lifts me up over his shoulder. We are both covered in grass and mud and are sopping wet.
“Cole, put me down,” I order him, kicking out my legs.
“Stop,” he says and smacks my ass. And ooh, that felt good.
“Do it again,” I say.
He smacks me harder and I think a moan escapes my lips.
“Dammit, woman, you’re getting me hard in front of all these people,” he scolds. The thought of Cole Davis hard makes my mouth water.
He places me on my feet and I lose my balance but Cole moves fast, lifting me up again with his strong arms.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders with a deep husky voice that does something to my insides.
“You aren’t carrying me up all those stairs,” I say to him.
“Oh yes I am, and I’m flipping you on my bed.” His words are freaking better than foreplay so I wrap my legs around his waist. “With all that mud on you and. . .” he carries me up the stairs.
“Cole?” I ask. Because it’s like he just lost his tongue.
“That was Wolfe’s room,” he says.
“Okay?” I ask not understanding.
“I told Wolfe I would try to be your friend not take you to bed. I’m fucking drunk and want your sexy ass badly, but my best friend will murder me,” he groans.
“I’m my own person and I demand you take me to bed,” I command.
“You have no idea how badly I want inside you right now,” he says.
“Then get me to your room and don’t tell Wolfe or Rebel what we did. This is a one-time thing anyway,” I assure him.
My words must be enough for him because he walks over to a closed door, turns the handle, stalks into the room, walks over to his bed, and flips me on my back.
Within seconds he is on top of me. His tongue in my mouth. Our lips are moving and he tastes heavenly. The mix of beer and whatever alcohol he drank, along with his distinct taste. Heat prickles my ski
n as he removes my bikini top. We are a tangled dirty mess of limbs but the scent of coconut prevails amongst the mud, sweat, and everything else. He cups me between my thighs.
“Are we doing this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say into his mouth.
He lowers my bikini bottoms as I struggle to get off his board shorts.
“You are seriously the hottest chick I have ever seen,” he says.
“I doubt that,” I scoff.
He looks at me and rolls his eyes. Then he dips his head and sucks on my nipples and that makes me feel frantic. I reach for his cock and I want to open my eyes and look because I’ve heard crazy good things about his cock. I open and stare because why not? Hell, it is the nicest cock I have ever seen. Thick girth, but not too thick, with a long length and he’s circumcised. He slips two fingers inside me and begins to pump.
I moan but I feel like I am ready to come and riding his perfect cock is what I want. So I climb on him and we kiss some more and then his cock is inside me and warmth and ecstasy take over. I ride him and he curses about how good I feel. We are on fire. Fucking our brain out. Thrusting, panting, riding. He smacks me on the ass and I ride him faster.
He groans, loud and guttural, and I can’t seem to be quiet either. He uses his hips and buries himself deep inside me and then I am coming. Riding him like a bull at a fucking rodeo. It is liberating. So liberating. The freedom. The feeling. This. Is. Everything. And Cole has stamina; he prolongs my orgasm, helping me ride him even when I become breathless. We make a sloshing sound together as his cum and my arousal mix. And then I fall beside him on the bed.
“That was,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say feeling speechless. Best sex of my life.
Five
Holland
My head is heavy as I make my way down the staircase of Cole and Wolfe’s house. I straighten out my bikini to make sure all my important parts are covered. I’m filthy dirty and my head is pounding. Worst of all, I don’t remember how I got to Cole’s room or why both he and I were buck naked on his bed on top of the blankets.
I’ve never drank that much in my life, so I don’t know if it’s normal not to remember anything. What I do know is that my body is severely dehydrated from all that alcohol consumption. I need about ten glasses of Gatorade to restore my electrolytes. I head to the kitchen because there is no way I can drive home like this. Besides, I need to find my purse in order to find my keys and. . .I make it to the bottom of the stairs to see that people are passed out all over the couches. There is a guy passed out across the coffee table. That can’t be comfortable. It looks like solid wood.
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