Chapter 10 #2
Blake whistled as I slid my long legs into his passenger seat. My skirt rode up just enough to tease a peek at my panties but not actually show anything.
"I am very glad I found my balls and came to your bar tonight," he said, his emerald eyes roving over me appreciatively. "You look fucking fantastic."
"You're looking pretty hot yourself.” I smirked back at him. "Do you think your good friends from Stats will be there? Do you need me to protect your virtue?"
He barked out a loud laugh. "I definitely need you to protect me from those girls. They're nice but they're a little... thirsty."
He drove us into the uber-wealthy part of my neighborhood. Large stately homes with huge green lawns lined the streets. We rolled by Damien's house, which was a three-story brick manor with tall white columns ominously guarding the front.
Students were streaming in and out of the front door and through the side gate that lead to the backyard.
Groups were lingering on the front porch and in the front yard, beverages clutched in their hands.
People were laughing and talking excitedly.
I could hear the faint beat of music emanating through the open door.
We parked a few streets away, then started the short trek to the party. We walked shoulder to shoulder, and I basked in Blake's comforting presence. I realized that I hadn't thought about the bond at all since he'd walked into Marilynn's half an hour ago.
We breached the threshold of the mansion and wandered into the throng of bodies.
The house opened into a huge, sprawling formal living room, where the makeshift dance floor was set up to one side.
Loud club music blasted through the speakers, and students writhed to the beat in couples and groups, all crammed into the available space.
I spotted Harriet dancing with Jaime, Vivi, and Tyson. She was looking hot in a red skater dress and black thigh-high boots. She waved at me enthusiastically and gave me a super-obvious thumbs up when she spotted Blake entering the party with me.
I tugged on his arm. "Let's grab a drink!
" I shouted into his ear over the music.
He nodded and we continued through the room and into the giant modern kitchen.
More students were milling around the large island and the bar top.
Bottles of every conceivable kind of liquor and mixer were spread across the various counters.
I spied another casual living room with several big couches and a giant television off of the kitchen, as well as a long wooden dining room table that probably sat twenty people.
I could see through the french doors at the back of the house that there was a huge swimming pool lit up in the back yard.
More students congregated around and in the pool, most of them using it as an excuse to be half naked.
Ben was in the kitchen mixing drinks with some of his soccer friends.
"Magic!" he yelled with glee when Blake and I made our way in his direction. "Thank the Moon you came. And thanks for bringing me some more man candy."
He winked at Blake, who just slapped him on the back and gave him a fist bump like they were bros. I guess they had been playing soccer together this week.
"What are you drinking, Wild Girl?" Blake asked me.
"Soda only, please." I loved a drink as much as the next girl, but I felt like I needed to be on my toes tonight. If I was going to drink the pain of this week away, I’d do it at home.
"Coming up." He squeezed my hand then went to dig in the ice chest on the floor a few feet away.
Ben sidled over to me and tossed his arm over my shoulder.
"The cunts are all in the back living room, lording over their subjects," he whispered in my ear.
I peered out of the kitchen and over the top of the dining room table, and sure enough, Ice Man and his crew were all scattered over the big couches and milling around the gaming tables that sat in the corner of the large living room.
Knox was sprawled out on the couch, wearing a tight black T-shirt and light, fitted blue jeans.
He was talking animatedly to a couple of shifter jocks next to him.
Nikka was perched in his lap, wearing a tiny scrap of a dress that barely covered her tits and ass.
She had on monster stiletto heels, and her makeup was heavy and dramatic.
Honestly if she wasn't such a heinous bitch, I'd tell her she could rock a runway, because she totally could. She was chatting to Claudia, who was clinging to an attractive human boy against the wall next to them.
Mason was leaning up against the wall next to the couch, smiling and having a pleasant-looking conversation with a cute blonde human girl I thought was a junior.
And finally, Thad was on the couch next to Knox, wearing fitted dark jeans and a pale blue button-up dress shirt.
He had an attractive girl I didn't know straddling his lap, and she was attacking his mouth with desperation while he had both of his hands firmly on her ass.
"Damn, I didn't know Nerd Porn had it in him," I commented to Ben as we watched them make out with reckless abandon. Blake had returned to my side and handed me a Diet Coke. He had a bottle of water in his own hand.
"I think James definitely has some closet freak energy to him," Blake replied, taking a swig of his water. "Plus, it looks like he knows he has an audience."
We watched as the girl unlatched herself from Thad's lips and started kissing down his neck and playing with the buttons of his shirt.
Thad's gaze slid immediately to Ben, and his eyes bored into him with angry ferocity.
Ben just beamed at him with his million-dollar smile, taking leisurely sips from his red solo cup, and didn't break eye contact until the girl threw herself onto Thad's mouth again.
"Ben is so much better at this game," I whispered to Blake. "Thad's so far in over his head, he has no idea."
“You got that right,” Blake cackled, then a couple of his soccer buddies, including Tyson, drifted over to engage him in conversation. He squeezed my hand again before turning to them.
Ben grabbed my hand next. "It's time to dance, Magic. I've been watching these amateurs stink up the dance floor all night and I'm over it."
He led me back out into the large living room where the dance floor remained full of sweaty moving bodies.
I spotted Harriet dancing with Lukas from my Stats class while Jaime was getting very close to a cute little brunette sophomore wearing a stylish denim dress.
Ben pulled me over into their general vicinity as "Levitating" by Dua Lipa began to play over the speakers, and we started to move.
Ben and I had perfected the art of dancing with each other, but not with each other, at parties.
We both possessed the right combination of athleticism, rhythm, and shamelessness to really get into the dance, and we knew how to put on a show for those around us (as opposed to most other couples dancing together, who are first and foremost putting on a show for each other).
Our antics had gotten both of us laid a time or two back at the old Utah bonfire parties.
We moved together, sensually but not overtly sexually (because ew), making eye contact with the occasional interested party nearby. Harriet and Jaime joined us at one point, and I found myself lost in the music while I swayed my body and moved my hips to the rhythm.
I looked up after a few songs and made eye contact with Blake, who was making his way in my direction with a predatory gleam in his eye. A little shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t wait to see what he could do out here.
Before he could reach me, though, he was waylaid by none other than Pink Bra from Stats and motherfucking Claudia.
They stepped into his path, and Pink Bra tugged on his arm while Claudia leaned up to whisper something in his ear.
They were both dressed to the nines in little mini dresses and strappy high heels.
He gave them both a polite smile, talking to them briefly while he tried to gracefully extricate himself from Pink Bra’s claws. I watched him struggle for a few minutes, amused, then decided I would go ahead and assist.
I braced myself since I doubted Claudia would just accept my butting in and walk away without trying to start a bitchfight.
I snuck up behind Blake, then threw my arms over his shoulders and pressed my face into his neck.
"There you are, baby," I said, voice in full on sex-husk. "I’ve been looking for you."
I felt him smile against my cheek, then he spun around and pulled me to him by my hips. "Hey, Wild Girl. Missed you."
Pink Bra and Claudia stepped back in surprise, then Claudia realized it was me that had stolen Blake out of her skanky paws.
"Blake, why are you letting the slutty new girl touch you?" she snapped at us. "You know she begged Knox for his dick the minute she walked into the school like a desperate whore. You don’t know where she’s been since."
Blake’s face went hard, but he knew not to fight my battles. I spun in his arms, bringing his hands together so they clasped in front of my stomach, and I leaned back into his strong chest.
"Claudia, does your mistress know you’re off your leash? I think you missed her memo that the slut-shaming thing was over like two days ago. It’s a little pot-kettle when your own boyfriend is fucking other girls in the library bathroom during Study Hall."
Claudia and Pink Bra both gasped, as I shouted that little tidbit so that it could be heard over the music. A few people dancing near us were starting over in our direction, so it was a good bet that at least someone heard me.
"Shut your mouth, you stupid bitch!" Claudia shouted at me. Pink Bra, clearly the only one of the two possessing half a brain, had already slunk away and disappeared into the crowd.
Blake squeezed me, and I could feel his chest shaking with barely restrained laughter.