Chapter 16
Randy
I lean on the kitchen counter and watch the girls as they laugh and talk to one another. Makeup, hair accessories, bottles of pink champagne and crystal flutes cover our kitchen table. Shelby is curling Letti’s hair while Dani is adding jewels to her face.
“What are you looking at?” Dani asks me. “You have a weird frowny look on your face!”
“Just wondering what the hell you are doing?”
Now she’s frowning at me. “Putting on face jewels, it’s New Year’s.
” She shrugs like the answer is obvious.
“Don’t worry, I got some for you and Rachel too,” Dani says, the center of her forehead displaying a sparkly jeweled pattern.
It actually looks really good. Her face is decorated in jewels that are black and navy, and she has done an amazing job—not that I’m going to tell her that.
The girls are fully relaxed, all rocking various oversized Raptors shirts—something we have in abundance around here—and comfy shorts as they chat and dance away while they are getting ready.
“Uh, yes, of course, silly me.” I point my beer toward her. “But FYI, I’m not wearing those.”
She pouts. “Oh, come on!”
“Hard pass, Dani.”
“I’m not going to let you be a party pooper. After a few shots you will change your mind.” She shrugs, turning her back to me because apparently our conversation is over.
Hmm, she is probably right; it wouldn’t be the first time she has put makeup on me.
Dani is stunning and hard to argue with, and when she was twelve, it was even harder.
I rode home from Christian’s a few times with blue eyeshadow, orange cheek bones, and bright red nails.
It’s a weird experience when you’re a fourteen-year-old male taking a shower and glitter starts streaming all down your body, and it’s then and only then that you realize it wasn’t hairspray she was putting in your hair.
Then the next day at school everyone was wondering why I was rocking glitter, because for the life of me I couldn’t get it all off.
The front door opens and closes as Tyler walks into the kitchen dressed in attire ready to celebrate the night.
Gray slacks and a light blue shirt that only enhance those wolf gray eyes that drive the women crazy…
this Stone is smart! He shoots me a smile and gives a head nod in greeting as he swaggers toward Dani with pretty much the same look I just gave her.
“Hey,” Dani says to him in welcome. She takes a sip of her champagne as she watches her brother. He looks over our kitchen table full of makeup, spotting all the packets of jewels. Picking one up and examining it both front and back and knowing his sister all too well.
“Stay away from me with these,” he says, chucking the packet of jewels back on the table.
“That’s not going to happen!” She throws back with confidence, taking another sip of her champagne.
He takes the glass from her hand, throwing back the remaining pink bubbly liquid.
“Hey,” she scolds him.
He screws his face up in disgust. “Egh, that tastes like shit.”
“Beer, man?” I ask him on a laugh as I push off toward the fridge.
“God, yes, anything to wash that crap down.”
Tyler’s cut back on his drinking, stepped away from the party scene, and focused on fitness. He looks stronger, more in shape, and his hard work on the ice and in the gym is paying off. Christian is relieved, and so are we that he has snapped out of his overly partying ways from last semester.
“You’re looking good, man,” I say to him as I pass him a beer from the fridge.
I don’t think I have ever seen our fridge this full of alcohol.
Usually there is some butter, or at least one condiment squeezed in there somewhere, but not today.
Once we all put our beer in there and picked up the girls’ drinks, we could barely shut the fridge.
“Thanks, man,” he says, throwing back some beer. “Coach really laid down the law and gave me a big wake-up call. So no more partying every weekend like before, and he found me a tutor to help me get my grades back up.”
I slap him on the shoulder in admiration. “That’s good; proud of you, bro.”
The door opens and closes as Christian, Seth, and Walsh stroll in with their hands full of groceries for the barbeque.
Christian places the bags on the kitchen countertop while Walsh and Seth do the same.
The kitchen area is filling up—not only with people, but we are now completely out of countertop space.
Christian whistles when he opens the fridge and observes the lack of space. “Wow, I guess we better start cooking and drinking now,” he says.
“Pass me a beer,” Seth says in agreeance. “I’ll go start up the barbeque,” he adds as Christian passes him a beer.
“Can you get another bottle of champagne, please?” Shelby says to him from the table.
He grabs another pink champagne from the fridge, popping it on his way over and making the girls cheer in delight. I help unpack the groceries with Walsh, as Christian goes around filling up champagne glasses. Then I go grab a shower and get dressed and wait for my girl to get here.
Damn, this is going to be a great night.
***
After our late lunch we sit around the kitchen table still surrounded by piles of girls’ crap. Unable to move after our massive steak burgers. I begin to yawn, but it is cut off when a clear bottle lands on the table in front of me.
“Shot time!” Dani sing-songs from behind me.
I sigh, but I’m unable to argue with her; it’s New Year’s, and if I don’t have a shot now, I might possibly fall asleep after that massive lunch.
“Line them up,” I say back with a wink.
After she is done pouring several shots, I snap a photo of all the clear glasses of liquid in front of me and send off a photo to Rachel.
Me: U need to catch up.
Rachel: Heading over soon, my parents are going to take Sam to see the local fireworks.
Me: Can’t wait for u 2 get here.
I smile at that text, anxious to see her as I throw back my first shot.
Directly after, I throw back my second shot, then hold my face on a tilt, careful not to move.
My friends mingle and dance to the music around me, laughing while throwing back drink after drink.
“There you go!” Dani smiles at me. It’s a claiming smile like she did when she was nine, knowing she got her way, like there was a doubt.
I reach toward my cheek, but she swats my hand away. “Don’t touch it.”
“Fine,” I huff and stand.
“Don’t ruin it!” she yells to my back; I turn, saluting her, then jog upstairs. I look into my bedroom mirror and have to admit, she did a good job. I didn’t know what she was doing, but it suits me perfectly. I tuck my light blue dress shirt into my gray pants and slide on my belt.
A light knock has my head turning toward the door.
“Yeah,” I yell, packing some clothes into my dresser.
“It’s me,” Rachel’s voice carries through the door.
Music to my ears. I don’t hesitate for a second as I reach for the handle and pull her into an embrace.
“Hi,” I murmur after planting a kiss on those luscious lips. God, she is gorgeous, looking her over. “You have been attacked,” I say as I gently turn her face side to side for a better view.
“That I have.” She laughs, “I also had to do two shots. Those girls get demanding when they are drinking, and I needed to catch up, apparently.”
“Yes, yes, they can, and very loud,” I say, listening to all the commotion downstairs.
“But look, we match!” I say, looking at her small olive leaf Greek crowns.
Unlike mine, that sit on my left cheek, Rachel’s goes up either side of her eyes, continuing on from her eyeshadow.
The jewels are also done in gold and look incredible. “Looks like you’re my goddess.”
“You’re the god?”
I nod my head ever so slowly, pulling her and those luscious pink lips toward me.
“You know it. You look so hot!” I mumble as my eyes drink in every inch of her.
The tight black dress—short, sleeveless, hugging her in all the right places leaves little to the imagination.
Her skin glows under the low light, a canvas for her straightened brown hair, smoky eyes, and perfect makeup. She’s completely captivated me.
Her lips part from mine as her hands rake down my body. Finding my hands, she grips them and pulls me toward my bed. I can’t help but smile at the mischievous look in her eyes, I know that look, I love that look.
“I think tonight might get a bit messy,” she says, pulling me firmly back onto my bed.
My body bounces as I land on the mattress and look up at her, so confident, sexy, and about to be all mine.
Her eyes linger on my pants as she works at my zipper and doesn’t hesitate at removing them and throwing them to the floor.
The ten minutes I spent ironing them long forgotten as my briefs follow, leaving my hard dick completely exposed.
She grins at the sight of me and doesn’t pause lifting her dress and coming to straddle my hips.
“Holy shit,” I groan out, my voice is husky and I roar, she isn’t wearing any panties.
“So, because things may get messy, I think it’s best we do this now because I’m not sure what state I will be in after midnight.”
“That’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever heard!” I moan out, my head deep in the pillow behind me, but my eyes locked on her. I’m so turned on by her confidence as she takes charge, riding me ever so slowly as I grip at her ass.
Everything about this woman is bringing me pleasure. I can feel myself falling physically and emotionally for her.
Now and into the New Year.