22. Darian
DARIAN
I didn’t mean to end up in the laundry room, shut away from the chaos of the party with a pixie girl who looks so damn sexy tonight, it’s hard to focus on anything else.
But here I am.
Here we are.
And I can’t take my eyes off her as she rips open another box of beers and starts pulling cans out of it.
“How many do you think we’ll need?” She holds them up, oblivious to my appraisal.
Her skin looks so smooth. The tight little top she’s wearing hugs her petite curves, and I can see a little of her stomach, just before those ripped-off jean shorts begin.
And oh damn, do I want to rip those shorts off.
She must have the sweetest pussy; I can tell. And her tits must be—
“Darian? How many? There’s still one keg, right? But there’s a bunch of people going for cans, so how many do you…?” Her voice trails off when she catches my eye, and finally her awareness kicks in.
I’m surprised it’s taken her so long.
We’ve been flirting all night.
It started pretty soon after the party began. She walked over to me with a challenge: Name at least thirty-five Mario Kart characters. If I succeeded, she’d down an entire can of beer. If I failed, I had to.
Challenge accepted.
I got to thirty-three before having to pull out my phone.
The smile on her face made every second of that beer worth it. I chugged that thing like it was a fucking privilege.
And then I came up with a challenge for her.
I don’t know when we stopped downing beers in between each one; we just kind of got caught up in the game and forgot all about the drinks.
Each new idea brought us a step closer together.
Our bodies just seemed to inch forward, and then our hands were brushing and her knee kept bumping into my calf, and it wasn’t until someone accidentally nudged her from behind and I had to grab her around the waist so she didn’t fall over that I even became aware of how close we were.
I think my body knew, though.
It’s been buzzing all night, and that vibration has only grown with intensity.
And now we’re alone, restocking drinks from the laundry room, and she’s right here, looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
She’s gone still, a beer can clenched in each hand as she locks eyes with me and this intense energy buzzes between us.
She can feel it. I know she can.
Should I tell her that flirting with her for the last couple of days has been the best time I’ve had… maybe ever?
Should I tell her how hot I think she is?
Should I tell her that I can’t get enough of her spark, her smile, her—
Screw it, just show her!
Cinching her around the waist, I pull her toward me, lifting her off the floor and planting my lips on hers.
Two beer cans clunk to the floor behind me as her tongue splays against mine, her fingers digging into the back of my shirt as she wraps her tight little legs around me and clings like a spider monkey.
Yes, baby!
I knew it!
I knew she liked me back!
Excitement dances through me as her soft lips mold against mine, her mouth opening once more to let me in… to let me explore.
She tastes so fucking good!
Spinning us ninety degrees, I perch her sweet ass on the top of the dryer and thread my hand under her knee, pulling it up so I can nestle my rock-hard cock against her delicate center.
She groans against me and I do it again, gently grinding into her while she fists the back of my shirt and deepens the kiss.
This is good.
This is so fucking good.
Unable to help myself, I grab her hip, giving it a light squeeze before trailing my hand up her body. I palm her perfect tit and brush my thumb over her peaked nipple.
Tipping her head back, she pants toward the ceiling while I explore that smooth skin of hers. I was right, her neck is soft and supple. I suck and kiss my way to her earlobe, massaging her right boob before nibbling my way down to her collarbone.
She grabs the back of my head, her fingers scraping my scalp when I suck her nipple through the fabric.
Damn, this spark between us is igniting into a firestorm I can’t control anymore.
We have to get these clothes out of the way.
Wriggling my fingers under her shirt, I’m a microsecond away from lifting it off her body when the door pops open.
Shiiiiit! No!
A giggling girl stumbles in, followed by Mac, who immediately sees what we’re doing and gives me a smirk. His blue eyes are sparkling with that “I thought so” look nobody likes.
I glare at him, silently telling him to shut up and fuck off.
He snickers, grabbing the girl’s arm and tugging her out of the room.
“Sorry,” she calls over her shoulder, and I flick the door shut with my foot, turning back to continue. I’m ready to jump right back into this love hurricane.
Nix is all things scorching and addictive. I want to get lost in this moment.
I want to get lost inside her.
My body is tingling with gleeful anticipation. My dick is hard, straining against my boxer briefs.
“Now where were we?” My voice comes out a husky mess as I reach for her again.
But I don’t get the chance to pull her close, because Nix is lightly pushing me away and jumping down from the dryer.
“You… you good?” My insides deflate when she turns away from me. I end up asking the back of her head just before she crouches down to retrieve the beer cans, then fill up her arms with a few more.
She ignores my question.
“Can you grab the rest?” Avoiding my confused expression, she acts like we weren’t just about to get it on and have smoking hot laundry room sex.
And I’m struggling to process this shit.
What just happened?
Why isn’t she…?
We’re alone again.
We can…
“Uh…” I try to quickly word these arguments, but my incoherent brain is stalling on me.
Pushing past me, her cheeks stained red, she wrestles with the door handle. Her instant regret is more than obvious.
Shit.
I thought she was into me.
I thought we had something good going here.
With a short tsk, she struggles to turn the handle. Her hands are full, making the task nearly impossible, so I automatically help her out.
As soon as the door opens wide enough, she bolts through it, and I slump back against the dryer, curling my long fingers around the edge and shaking my head.
What the fuck?
I thought she was into me. It felt like she was.
I mean, shit. Am I a really bad kisser or something?
I blow into my palm, checking my breath—smells like beer.
I sniff under my left pit—smells like deodorant.
Completely perplexed, I grab the rest of the beer tray and carry it out to the kitchen, scanning the room for Nix.
She was into me.
I felt it.
Mac barging in on us spooked her for some reason.
But this ain’t over.
I’m not just gonna let her bolt on me without a word.
We were on fire in there.
I could sense how much she wanted me.
So why’d she take off like that?
I have to find out.
I’m gonna make her tell me, because I’m not ready to just give up on the spark between us.
There’s something there, and I want to grow it into a raging inferno.
Holy shit.
If we ever go all the way, I know it’ll be the hottest sex I’ve ever had, with the most intriguing, addictive woman I’ve ever met.