I continued surveying the floor.
I was on the prowl. Yeah, I was an asshole. But I needed something, or someone, to distract me, and that damn phone call I overheard. It made complete sense that my father and Maryellen talked. I knew they did. There was something off about it, yet I didn’t know what it was.
And it really bothered me.
Ely came back with six shots. No idea how he did that, but he barely spilled a drop. He lined them up on the table and we gathered around.
“First there’s tequila,” he said. “Then to follow we’ve got Green Tea shots.”
All six shots were gone within thirty seconds. Combine that with the bourbon I was almost finished with, my night was off to a good start.
“I’m heading to the dance floor, gonna see who might be looking for some fun.” I chugged the last mouthful of bourbon and put the empty glass on the table. My salute to the guys as I left them to their drinks earned me a laugh.
As I sauntered into the mass of people, a group of girls surrounded me immediately. All three were hot in their own way. It was the brunette who caught my eye, though. I think because she looked the least like Maryellen.
She smiled and danced in front of me, shaking her tits as she did.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
I really didn’t want to do names, but it would be rude now that she asked.
“Chase,” I said, leaning in to say it close to her ear. “And you?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m Angela.”
I pulled her by the waist against my body, and she liked that. Her little red dress barely covered her ass, and I found myself reaching for the hem.
She didn’t stop me.
As my fingers wandered under her dress, it was obvious she wore a thong. The skin of her ass was warm against my fingertips. I didn’t go up too high, but no one could see what I was doing, anyway. We were packed like sardines on the floor.
She spun around so her back was against me, her ass against my dick. Her arms reached behind her, around my neck. She rubbed that ass of hers against me as I gripped her waist. Her tits were barely held in by the silky material as she moved against me, and I was tempted to reach for them.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” She pushed her ass against me even harder.
“I just got here, sweetheart.”
She spun around and had her mouth on my neck, by my ear.
“I’ll make it worth it,” she purred in my ear. Then she nipped at the lobe, and I felt that shoot right to my cock.
“Where to?” I asked.
Sam and Ely were dancing with Angela’s friends. As she grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor, the guys gave me the thumbs-up. She grabbed her coat, and we headed to the exit.
This was the kind of shit the three of us pulled all the time at Boston University.
But that was years ago.
Tonight, I didn’t care.
This girl was pretty and willing. That was all I cared about.
“Should I get a car?” I asked.
She dragged me along the street, almost tripping on her shiny black stiletto heels.
“Nope, I don’t live far.”
