Every curve, every line, every inch of her—exposed.Sluttydoesn’t even begin to cover it. Can you even call those clothes?
A skirt barely skims her thighs, the top leaves little to the imagination. One wrong move and those tits are free. Not that I’m complaining.
Heat blooms in my belly, my grip tightens on the wheel. She doesn’t even glance this way, completely unaware of me watching.
And my cock is screaming against my pants. I suck in a breath trying to compose myself as they enter the white car.
The driver backs out of the parking spot. I slide my truck into drive, fingers tight on the wheel, eyes flicking between the Uber car and the street ahead.
I trail behind them, carefully, not too close.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OPAL
The car rolls into the driveway, and my jaw drops. This house is massive, every inch is decked in lights, pumpkins, and fog machines. Skeletons hang from the balconies, cobwebs cling to the railings, and music thumps through the crisp air.
We step out of the Uber, and they drive off.
“Whose house is this again?” I ask, craning my neck to take it all again.
Alex glances at me “It’s a house the university owns. Student organized party.”
“Oh.” I pause, letting my eyes roam over the crowd gathering on the lawn. “So… full of frat boys, then?” I roll my eyes.
Alex slaps my arm playfully. “Sexyfrat boys, Opal. Don’t act like that’s not the best part.”
I laugh, shaking my head. My heart is pounding so hard I swear its in my ass.
Alex grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and we push through the crowd of people, the smell of alcohol and perfume thick in the air. The lights flash in every color imaginable, bouncing off the walls and ceiling.
We head straight for the bar set up in the corner, dodging groups of people laughing, yelling, and dancing.
“Okay,” Alex yells over the music, leaning close so I can hear. “First things first—drinks. What do you want?”
“Uhh… wine?” I reply.
Alex blinks. “Jesus Opal. No. Never mind. I’ll be right back.”
She sashays off toward the bar, leaving me standing here, eyes all over me. My cheeks heat up, and I take a deep breath.
I glance around, and freeze.
A woman dances across the room, draped in a skimpy white and gold dress—the perfect Greek goddess. My jaw practically drops. Every curve of her body is stunning. Probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t tear my eyes away.
Alex returns just then, her grin wide, nodding toward the woman. “She’s hot.”
She thrusts a tall clear cup toward me filled with green liquid. “Liquid marijuana.”
Then she hands me a tiny shot glass with a goldish-green liquid. “Green tea. Take this first.”
I gape at her, trying to process both drinks and the goddess across the room. My hands shake just slightly as I down the shot, chasing it with the taller cup. The delicious burn slides down my throat, warming my belly.
Alex grabs my hand, tugging me toward the center of the room, and I stumble slightly over the sea of bodies. The dance floor is packed, pulsing with music and flashing lights.
Alex looks incredible—her Poison Ivy costume clinging perfectly, hair cascading in fiery waves. Heads turn wherever she moves. I admire her confidence, the way people are drawn to her.
We find a small patch of space and start dancing, strangers bumping against strangers. I feel my nerves start to loosen a little, drinks warming me and the beat pulling me in.
