Chapter 1
Lainey
My heart pounds in my chest and the blood rushes in my ears as I’m pushed up against the wall. The stranger tangles his hands in my hair, our lips, tongues, and teeth clashing together as we devour each other.
The music from downstairs blasts through the house and I can feel the bass against my back. ‘No Name’ pushes my head to the side as he begins to suck on my neck and kiss down my shoulders. I’m panting and desperate as his rough hands begin to roam my body.
I didn’t exactly come here tonight looking for a hookup, and I feel bad for leaving my best friend downstairs, but she’ll understand after I tell her about how good this hot stranger got me off. At least, I hope it’s good. I could really use the distraction right now.
In between kisses and sucks, the stranger tries to speak. His voice is deep, his breathing unsteady.
“Don’t you want to know my name?” he asks. I shake my head, not needing to know his name to continue.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say against his lips, my eyes fluttering as his hand moves lower, stopping just above the waistline of my jeans. Knowing his name wouldn’t change anything. I’m never going to see him again after tonight, and I just need the stress relief.
His lips find mine again, and this time, it’s rougher, more urgent.
The guy tugs my hair as his other hands moves to squeeze my ass. My stomach flutters as the prospect of an amazing orgasm takes over my thoughts.
A light moan falls from my lips as No Name kisses down my neck again, and I momentarily forget we’re still in the hallway and not behind closed doors. That is, until I hear a throat clearing and then the deep, familiar voice of the one person I cannot stand.
“Woah there, Barkley. Stand down. You look like you’re trying to devour the poor guy,” Holland Monroe, my best friend Ellie’s twin brother, and the bane of my existence most days says with a mischievous grin on his smug face. Ever since we were little, he’s been a pain my ass.
I pull away slowly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and rage as my body comes down from its high. My eyes move slowly over to Holland, who is standing against the wall with his arms and legs crossed.
I can’t help the way my eyes roam over his body. He’s always been fit, especially with playing rugby.
His shaggy blonde hair is ruffled in a way that makes him look like he just had sex which does things to my lower half that it has no business doing.
The Dodger’s rugby hoodie he’s sporting looks almost a size too tight around his biceps, and the black jeans hug him just right. If the guy wasn’t inherently annoying, I’d probably find him attractive. His personality ruins it all. That, and being my best friend’s brother.
The smirk on his face makes me want to hit him, but I hold in the urge as I cling to ‘No Name’, barely even remembering he’s there.
“You enjoying the show, Monroe? Does it turn you on?” I ask mockingly. ‘No Name’ looks between us both uncomfortably.
“Should I…” he begins.
“No,” I say, much sterner than I meant it to be but it does the trick. He straightens and watches the scene in front of him play out.
Holland’s eyes run up and down my body, stalling where ‘No Name’s’ hands sit on my waist.
“You know it does. Wanna see how much?” he winks, and I roll my eyes, making a gagging face. Truth is, I don’t think I’d mind seeing him, however I’d never say that out loud.
“You’re disgusting. Don’t you have anything better to do than watch me?” I ask in the snarkiest of tones. He shrugs, running his hand through his hair, then shoving themin his pockets.
“Ellie asked me to find you. She wants to leave, not feeling well or something. She seems to have had one too many drinks,” he says, looking between my face and the hands that still rest on my waist.
Something unreadable crosses his face, but I don’t think about it long before I look back to ‘No Name’ to tell him I have to go.
“I’m sorry. I have to go find my friend, but this was nice. Thanks for, well, you know,” I wipe my thumb over my bottom lip seductively before giving him a small smile.
His hands fall to his side, and he looks a bit disappointed. I don’t blame him, I was ready to go further and if the bulge in his pants is any indication, so was he.
My own disappointment floods my veins as I come to the realization that I’ll be using my vibrator yet again tonight instead of having this hot guy give me what I need.
“Wait, you’re really not going to tell me your name?” I smile, shaking my head. If he has my name, he’ll likely try to find me, and I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. He’s nice enough, and he’s attractive, but I’m not interested in having a redo.
“Nope,” I tell him, slinking away.
