Adam
The Kappa Kappa Beta girls are fucking crazy.
After pre-gaming for an hour, we all piled into the charter buses and continued partying the entire drive to the hotel where the dance is being held.
It’s not even eight yet but one of the Omega Chi brothers already threw up in his date’s purse trying to keep up with the shenanigans.
I, on the other hand, am just trying to figure out how to hide my boner as we make our way inside the large venue.
Skyler was rubbing up against me and kissing my neck the entire ride here.
To say I’m a little worked up would be an understatement.
“God, it’s freezing,” Cassie says, crossing her arms tightly and shivering. “Leave it to Florida to give us our first cold night when we’re all in dresses.”
Skyler laughs. “I don’t know, I’m actually kind of warm after that bus ride.” She winks at me with that last line and I shake my head. The girl has no shame.
And it’s so hot.
Skyler’s soft brown hair cascades down past her shoulders, curling just a bit at the ends.
Her makeup is dark and intense, making her icy blue eyes stand out even more than usual.
She’s wearing a skin tight crimson dress that matches the lipstick she was smearing all over my skin on the bus and her heels make her almost as tall as me.
I don’t give a shit, though, because her legs look fucking incredible.
Cassie, on the other hand, has her hair tied up into a soft up-do with tiny tendrils framing her face.
She’s dressed in a floor-length white dress that accents her slender frame along with the innocence she seems to wear like an accessory everywhere she goes.
Where Skyler’s makeup is fierce and sexy, Cassie’s is minimal and simplistic.
One is in red, one is in white.
The devil and the angel.
When Clay doesn’t offer Cassie his coat, I roll my eyes and fight back the words I’d like to say to him, shrugging off my own jacket instead. “Here,” I say, hanging it over her shoulders. “Better?”
Cassie pulls the front of my coat tight around her and visibly sighs at the warmth. “Much.” She turns to me, a curious look in her green eyes. “Thank you.”
It doesn’t take long for us to reach the front of the hotel and as soon as we’re inside the large glass doors, we’re immediately shielded from the brisk air.
The hotel is lavish with gold and navy accents, giving the atmosphere a regal feel.
We’re ushered into the main ballroom and one of the waiters shows us where the bathrooms are as well as the bars.
I follow Skyler and some of her sisters to claim a table before we head for the closest one.
No time to waste.
“I kind of want to skip all of this and fast forward to the part where we’re in your bed. Is that bad of me?” Skyler asks, her voice just above a whisper as she kisses right behind my ear. I grip her small waist firmly in my hands and meet her lips with mine.
“Kind of. But I like you better when you’re bad.”
She smiles against my lips before kissing me swiftly and turning just as the bartender asks her order. “Vodka tonic, please.”
“Captain and Coke for me,” I chime in, propping my elbows up and leaning back on the edge of the bar.
Scanning the room and taking in the scenery, I spot Clay and Cassie at our table.
He peels my jacket off her shoulders and tosses it over a chair haphazardly, smirking when her cleavage is more visible.
She’s barely showing any skin at all, but it’s enough to drive a guy crazy, that’s for sure.
I can tell she’s still shivering slightly, but she doesn’t reach for my coat again.
She just links her arm through his and follows him to the back of the line at the small bar across from where ours is.
I shake my head. I shouldn’t be watching Cassie so closely, but I fucking hate Clay and I know there’s only one thing he could want from her. The thought that he might actually get it literally makes me sick. She’s too good for him. How does she not see that?
“Let’s dance,” Skyler yells over the music the DJ just started, throwing back a shot before handing another to me.
I follow her lead, swallowing what I’m pretty sure is vodka and letting it burn the entire way down before following her back to our table.
We take a couple of pulls from our mixed drinks before leaving them on the table and moving to the dance floor.
Skyler places her hand in mine and I twirl her out and back into me before wrapping my arms around her waist. Slowly, she winds her body, turning to face away from me and pressing her ass into me.
My hands roam her body before gripping her hips and I move in time with the music and the tempo she’s setting.
Damn. Now I kind of want to skip this shit, too.
After a few songs, we’re already working up a sweat and I’m ready to finish my rum.
Just as we leave the dance floor and make our way back to the table, Clay leads Cassie past us and out onto the space we just left open.
My eyes find hers just as Clay grips her ass hard, pulling her close and grinding against her.
I clench my jaw and quickly look away, reaching for my drink and draining the rest of it in one pull.
“Round two?” Skyler asks, eying my now empty glass. She chugs the rest of her drink and I do my damndest to keep my eyes on her and off the situation on the dance floor.
“Let’s do another shot.”
Skyler thrusts her hands into the air. “That’s what I’m talking about!
” Laughing, she grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd and back to the bar.
I don’t let myself look at Clay and Cassie again.
I’m here with Skyler. Cassie and I are just friends.
She can do whatever the hell she wants with whoever the hell she wants. It’s none of my business.
But then why does it feel like it is?