They both chuckle, but neither stops moving, like they’re basically fucking me in the middle of the crowded living room.
I turn my head slightly to the side, and Miles is still there. There’s another guy with him, talking. I’m not sure who he is. Every once in a while, Miles nods, shakes his head, or replies, but his gaze is on me. Yeah, he might hate me, but he wants me. I can see it, and not gonna lie, I love being wanted.
I blow him a kiss, and he gives me the finger, every brain cell telling me to avoid this guy, but damn, do I want to figure him out.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell my boys. “I need a refill. Don’t go anywhere without me.”
I slip from between them, heart pounding, my body slick with sweat, and head into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water instead of beer, and when I turn around, I freeze. Miles is standing in the entryway.
“Coming to find me?” I smirk at Miles.
His eyes never leaving me, he holds up his empty cup, tapping it instead of using words. Okay, then…he wants a refill, and he’s too much of a dick to respond.
“I don’t think you came for anything other than me.” I smile. “You think I didn’t feel you watching me all night?”
Again, he makes me wait for a response, like he’s edging me in some weird way. “You sound like you want me to be watching you.”
I shrug. “I want everyone to be watching me.”
“Of course you do.”
“Does that bother you?”
He watches me again, eyes narrowed and studying, like he’s solving some equation in his head. “Nothing you do matters to me.” He refills his cup and leaves the kitchen.
Well, that didn’t go as I thought it would. Not that I had any idea how it would go to begin with, but he’s always finding a way to walk away and continuing being an asshole.
I down my water bottle, then return to the two guys I left behind. I’m surprised when only one of them is there, but he beams at me when I step back up to him.
“Where’s…” Fuck. I don’t know their names. Hell, I don’t even know the extent of their relationship. I was calling them partners, but I don’t know if that’s true.
“He’ll be back,” Backward Cap says.
I glance around for the one in the tank top, but he’s nowhere in sight. Backward Cap puts his arms around me, pulling me close, and my body falls into place, automatically starting to dance with him.
Did Tank Top bail? Do I care? A threesome sounds really fun tonight, but I’m also annoyed at Miles again when he has no right taking up space in my head.
Why can’t I handle someone not liking me?
“You down for some fun?” Backward Cap asks.
Really, it’s exactly what I need—to get under a guy or two. “I already told you both I’m a sure thing.” I lean closer to his ear. “And a very, very good thing. Why don’t you call your friend back, and we can—”
“Dude. What the fuck? Why are you touching my boyfriend?”
The guy, whoever he is, sounds incensed, but I ignore the drama, not realizing I’m the one being addressed, until I see the look on Backward Cap’s face. He immediately lets go, pulling away. “We were just dancing,” he says.
Um…what the fuck is going on here?
“Why are you dancing with my boyfriend?” the guy asks me again, but how is this my fault?
“Shouldn’t you be asking why your boyfriend is dancing with me?” I turn to Backward Cap. “And I thought Tank Top was your boyfriend.”
“Who the fuck is Tank Top?” the new guy asks. “Is it Phil? I swear to fucking God, if you were with Phil again…”
People are starting to pay attention, the two guys yelling at each other now—the first denying he was going to hook up with me, and apparently he didn’t know our secret third from earlier…? Either way, it’s a mess.
“I’ll let you two sort this out.” I try to slip away, but a hand clamps down on my shoulder.
