“Lots and lots of practice, babe.” I chuckle.
Lucy is the self-appointed designated driver tonight because the rest of us plan to get wasted. Afterwards, they’re crashing at my place and Mom is cooking us breakfast in the morning.
We file into the unlocked house and follow the sound of revelry downstairs to the basement. The smell of weed is thick in the air and every surface is littered with Solo cups.
Couples cling to each other, dry humping to the beat of the music. Basically, a parent’s worst nightmare. Jamal vibrates in excitement. Kate surveys her surroundings, awed. Lucy huddles against her, shaking like a leaf.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she says in a distressed tone.
“Girl, calm it and loosen up,” I quip, rolling my eyes. “None of the morons at school will find out we were ever here.”
I see Jake and Matt talking among a few guys by the keg.
“I’m going to say hello to Jake.”
“Have fun.” Jamal winks.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Toodles.” I wave and amble over to the group. “Cool party.”
One of his friends whistles and Matt mutters, “Damn.”
Jake is speechless for a moment as his appreciative gaze roams my body from top to bottom. A slow smile spreads across his handsome face.
“Cocoa, I’m glad you came.”
“So, are you going to offer me a drink or just stare?”
“Shit.” He smacks himself on the head. “Where are my manners?”
He grabs a Solo cup off the table, fills it to the brim, and hands it to me. I drink the brisk brew in seconds. Jake’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets in surprise.
“Another, please.”
“You’re a heavyweight, I see.” He laughs and refills my cup.
Again, I guzzle the alcoholic beverage in a few gulps, then slam the cup on the table.
“Let’s dance.” I grab his hand and lead him to the center of the room.
I face him and wrap my arms around his neck. He grasps my waist and buries his nose in the crook of my neck.
“You smell good,” he groans.
“Thank you.”
His cock prods my lower belly.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
“It’s okay.”
It’s been a while since I’ve had sex and I’m freaking horny. He grips my ass and wedges his muscular thigh between my legs. I grind against him, looking forward to getting Jake alone later.
“Get ready for this epic can of whoop ass,” Dee boasts, racking up the pool balls.
“Really? Who won the last game?” Nix cups his ear and tilts his head towards Dee.
I lean against the wall, nursing my drink. It always amuses me to watch them rag on each other. They’re both sore losers and have had this rivalry between them for ages.
