The sound of Taylor’s footsteps made her back away immediately.
“Go, get dressed please,” Taylor, the head of the house, reprimanded her.
Tiffany snapped out of it, but instead of getting her jeans she headed to the TV hutch. She plugged her phone into the sound system.
Taylor took that moment to straddle me again.
“You’re all mine tonight, right?”
She tried to kiss my jaw, but I didn’t even have a moment to relax before she started to bite my earlobe with her incisors, hurting me. I threw my head back brusquely, but she didn’t care.
I was still wearing my leather jacket when her hands went under my T-shirt, lifting it up my chest. I felt her long nails snake and scratch the sensitive skin of my abdomen, causing me to cry out.
“Fuck, give me a second.”
I still wasn’t ready, and if she put her hand between my legs she’d realize that too. Taylor didn’t listen to me; she was too busy kissing down my stomach as if she’d just taken a brand-new toy out of its packaging.
“What’s the rush? Are you sure your dad’s not coming home?”
I let Taylor take my jacket off without many comments as a Billie Eilish song came on.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked Tiffany, who kept staring at us instead of going home.
“I’m just here to have fun, I told you.” She sighed, licking her lips before twisting a lock of dark hair between her fingers.
“Cut it out, Tiff. Don’t break anything!”
Taylor flew into a rage when she realized her friend was dancing on her crystal table. Seeing a half-naked girl dancing on a table while her best friend left a hickey on my neck should’ve turned me on, but it didn’t. I started laughing.
“Can that table hold her weight?”
“She always ends up like this when she’s drunk. She takes off her clothes and starts in her underwear.”
Taylor insisted on searching for my lips. I kissed her sugar- and tequila-laced lips while staring at Tiffany dancing suggestively to the music.
Maybe, for a night, she could be my something more.
There was nothing wrong with going to bed with someone I’d been with a thousand times, because sex in its most classic form was a sport just like any other, similar to boxing or football. It was a routine that let me burn off calories and blow off steam. I ended up sweaty and without energy, but fun, that was different.
I preferred to go head-to-head with that dick Austin, crush my soul with those damn prescription drugs, or drive until I felt the thrill of death.
That made me feel alive. Will and I agreed on racing, but he definitely didn’t share my opinions on promiscuity. He’d always start with that bullshit about love.It’s just because you’ve never been in love, James.Why? If you sleep with someone you love, isn’t the sex better?I never got an answer to my question, maybe because he even he didn’t know why.
I loved Will more than myself, but his lines sounded like bullshit that only someone who’d never gotten laid said.
“What’d you bring?” Tiffany’s velvety voice brought my swirling thoughts to a grinding halt. I smirked at her then took a dime bag out of my pocket.
“Just this?” she whined.
“Look, cut it out. You smoked and drank a lot tonight.” Taylor told her off and then switched to a more docile tone with me. “Jamie, want a drink?”
I nodded robotically.
“Come on, Tay. Just for tonight,” I heard the brunet beg.
“I’m gonna get something to drink. Don’t spill anything on the carpet, Tiff, or I swear I’ll strangle you.”
Tiffany wasn’t even listening to her. She waited for the blond to leave the living room to pounce on top of me.
