Chapter Nineteen #2
I headed to the kitchen, lifting my hair from my neck in the process. In a way that was absolutely not as coy as I wanted, I looked around the room to see if I could find GJ—and checked if she’d followed me.
As I grabbed a canned drink from the cooler, GJ appeared out of nowhere and leaned against the wall. I fought off a smile and fixed my eyes on the cans in front of me.
It was so stupid of us—anyone paying attention would be able to tell that we were talking to each other.
But I was just drunk enough—and just baseline mad enough at my sister—to not mind playing with fire.
It was plausible deniability to just be talking to each other.
Mags could get mad if she saw, but there was nothing specific to get mad about.
“So, Kai was the person you wanted to make jealous?”
I blinked at her, too caught off guard to try to come up with a convincing roundabout answer. Even just hearing Kai’s name was a jumpscare—that whole thing felt like a lifetime ago. “How did you even piece that together?”
“They’ve been looking at you all night. And you’ve been friendly with everyone, but you haven’t even acknowledged that corner of the room,” GJ said. “I was just taking a guess, but now I know for sure since you’re not denying it.”
“It’s fine, just ignore her.”
“I wish I could kiss you right now to make them jealous without risking Mags seeing it,” GJ whispered, leaning toward me.
The thought of GJ kissing me right here in front of everyone to make it obvious that I was hers was officially the hottest fantasy I could think of. The sex with GJ was unreal, but loudly and proudly being together was hot.
I turned to look at her, my eyes traveling to her lips. What was the worst that could really happen if we just did it…
“Don’t even think about it—I don’t think either of us is ready to deal with the wrath,” GJ said, and my lips turned up in a smile even though I was the tiniest bit disappointed. She then scoffed. “Kai just looked over here again. I’m gonna kill them.”
“Stop.” I laughed. “Are you jealous right now?”
“I just don’t want her looking at you like that.”
“They’re only paying attention to me now because I haven’t been paying attention to them. And I’m sure I’m practically glowing because I’m actually getting regular orgasms now, something that they were never able to achieve even once.”
“Honored to know I’m better in bed than them, but the thought of you two having sex makes me sick,” GJ said, her tone mostly teasing.
I turned and looked at GJ, too distracted now, thinking about having sex with her to give a single fuck about Kai. I thought about the last time GJ and I had been in bed together and how I’d left her bed practically floating.
GJ was still looking out over the room, her jawline ridiculous from this angle. It felt impossible not to kiss her.
I brushed my hand over her arm before remembering that we were in public and might as well have had a target on our backs. As much as I liked the Lakeside Green team, not all of them were going to know how to mind their business as much as Ellie did.
GJ being stupidly, blindingly hot also didn’t help—I’d never been quite so aware of all of the girls who casually eyed her from across the room as I was now.
And now, those eyes felt like more of a threat to me than anyone telling my sister about me and GJ.
The thought of seeing anyone try to make a move on GJ brought out something truly evil in me.
“Come on,” I whispered and nodded for her to follow me. GJ locked eyes with me, silently asking if I was being serious. I turned on my heel, looking over my shoulder to make sure she was following behind.
I went straight to the first-floor bathroom, too tipsy to care about how people were going to see us going in together.
There was really only one person who wasn’t allowed to know, anyway, and I was tired of letting Mags get in the way of everything.
I wanted GJ; I wasn’t going to let the risk of an argument take that away from me.
Inside the bathroom, GJ quietly closed the door and then turned the lock. We took turns quickly washing our hands—a good idea considering I could only imagine the germs floating around on the sticky, liquor-soaked surfaces at The 151.
“We have to hurry, I feel bad making people wait,” I said as GJ closed the space between us. She picked me up and placed me on the counter effortlessly, her arms firm on either side of me.
“Make them wait.” GJ tilted my chin up so I was looking at her and then kissed me.
Her lips were soft and familiar and tasted faintly like beer.
Everything around me completely melted away as she put her hands to either side of my face, her thumbs brushing against my cheeks.
She pulled away for a moment and locked eyes with me. “You look really beautiful tonight.”
“GJ.” My voice was soft and quiet.
“I mean it. I wanted to say it from the second I saw you walk through the door.” She brushed a piece of hair from my face, and I pulled her in, kissing her again.
As our kiss deepened, I slid closer to her from my spot on the counter until the only thing separating us was our clothes.
Her body was warm between my legs. “It was nice of you to wear a skirt for me,” she said as she ran her hands up my bare thighs.
It was a bold look for winter in Colorado, but that was what the alcohol jacket was for.
“Oh, you think this is for you?” I teased. I gripped onto GJ’s firm shoulders as she slid her hands dangerously close to where I was most sensitive—and already wet for her. I didn’t even have to check to know.
“If it’s for anyone else, I’ll fight them,” she said. “Unless you just decided to wear a skirt because you wanted to look nice. I’d never take that right away from you.”
I snorted. “Yeah, femme rights or whatever. Nice save.”
“I’m not in the business of being possessive.”
I looked up at GJ through my lashes and reached for the button of her pants. “You should start—it’s hot.” When I dropped the zipper, GJ’s breath caught; it was music to my ears. “And of course I wore the skirt for you; it’s just an added bonus that I look so fucking hot in it.”
GJ inhaled, her eyes tracing up my body.
“Great news for me,” she said. She brushed her thumb over my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth for her.
I swirled my tongue around her thumb and then her middle and pointer finger.
GJ was in such a daze looking at me that she didn’t look away once—I wasn’t even sure she was still breathing.
GJ’s undone pants sagged off her narrow hips, showing off her briefs. I slipped my hand between her waistband. Her skin was soft and warm, and I worked my way further and further down.
She gripped my thighs, letting out a quiet moan. The music was blasting through the house at the kind of volume that would drown out anything we were doing in here, but I liked the intimacy. This was just for us.
With our foreheads pressed together, I moved my hand down until I found her clit. We breathed together, barely any space between the two of us, as I used soft pressure to bring her toward orgasm. I kissed her, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Leah,” GJ moaned, increasingly wet to the touch. With my free hand, I brought her hand to my body and under my shirt. She gripped my waist and then moved up toward my nipples. Just touching me seemed like enough to bring
“I need to taste you,” she whispered in my ear with her cheek against mine. She kissed my temple and dropped down, pulling me toward her until I could feel her breath on my bare thighs.
I had to press my hand to my mouth to stop myself from announcing to the entire party what was going on in here. I was sure people could guess—we’d already gotten a knock or two. But right now, I just wanted to be a little bit selfish.
GJ moved my thong to the side and slid her tongue against my folds. I moaned into my hand, nearly kicking my legs out from the shock of pleasure that one little motion sent through me.
As if knowing I couldn’t be trusted to sit still, GJ held me by the waist and increased her speed and pressure. This was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced; every part of my body felt it.
I looked down at GJ, and she looked up at me, her eyes locking on mine.
Without a doubt, I wanted us to do exactly this forever.
I wanted to go on dates and text her during away games and jump into her arms when she came home.
I wanted to keep having the most delicious, intimate, perfect sex ever recorded in human history.
I bit down on my palm as my orgasm ripped through me, nothing subtle or slow about this one. It came down in a hard, crashing wave that left me breathless. My entire body felt lighter afterward, and my legs were shaking in a way that they never had before after sex.
“Oh my god.” I exhaled and then laughed. GJ wiped her mouth as she stood, and I pulled her in to kiss me, wishing we didn’t ever have to leave this bathroom. I wanted to live in this exact bubble for as long as I could. “I think you’ll need to help me stand up.”
GJ chuckled. “Come here.”
She eased me off the counter, her hands lingering even after I was on my feet. I leaned into GJ’s strong, impossibly safe feeling chest, and she wrapped me in a hug.
“I already want to go again,” I whispered, and GJ laughed again.
“Come find me later tonight. We can sneak away together again.”
I bit my lip, already knowing I would definitely be following through on that. “Okay.”
After getting ourselves back together and presentable enough to be seen, we stepped outside the bathroom, flushed and unmistakably fresh off a hookup.
We apologized to the people who flipped us off for making them wait so long, too giggly to care.
I was so caught up in GJ and being with her and the post-orgasm glow that I entirely forgot where we were.
And who might be paying attention.