I didn’t answer, just stared at her.
“I was invited here,” she said.
“Your dad would be pissed that you’re here. He know you’re at a wild fucking party?”
“I’m an adult, Rowdy. I’m perfectly fine, and I’m perfectly safe.” She lifted her beer bottle to her lips, and I noticed her thumb was over the top, which she only moved to take a sip.
Good girl.
So many girls ended up in bad situations because they didn’t take care of their drinks. Especially in these random parties were a bunch of drunken frat guys and strangers who had heard about the party through the grapevine wandered in.
“I do know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.”
She glared up at me, and I wanted to knock that beer bottle out of her hand and kiss those damn lips. Cassandra was so fucking beautiful. I did everything I could to ignore her but it was next to impossible to do so. Her smile made me want her so fucking badly. She was this pure perfection that shouldn’t ever be dirtied, yet I wanted to dirty her up so fucking much. I wanted to get her filthy and show her how good it can be.
She licked those full lips, leaving a path of moisture along the plump pinkness, and I couldn’t help but imagine her on her knees, sucking me.
My cock hardened at the image.
“Rowdy?”
I was pretty sure she’d heard the growl that left me, could probably even see the lust cover my face.
“How about I hang with you tonight? A friend to keep an eye on you.” And to make sure no fucker touches you. You’re mine, Cassandra.
The thought of another guy touching her filled me with rage.
“A friend to watch over me?” Did I see disappointment flash across her eyes? No, I couldn’t have seen that. Cassandra would never give me the time of day, even if I would cross that line.
She came to the gym, did her work, and left with her father. Most of the time I watched her from afar, wanting but never allowed to take what I want. One day, I want to take her, and to prove to Eric that I’m the right guy for his girl.
I wasn’t cocky like Malachi, nor did I have any kind of agenda.
I just wanted her to be mine.
Cassandra, she needed to be treasured, loved, desired, and taken for a walk on the wild side, but in a safe, protected way. I could be the one to do that.
“Okay, Rowdy. It’ll be like having a big brother to keep me company,” she said with a tight voice. She patted my arm, and I grew pissed. The last thing I thought about was her as a sister, but of course she didn’t know that.
This night couldn’t get any better, and yet it couldn’t get any worse, could it?
3
Cassandra
Friend
It was one word meant to be good, but when it came from Rowdy’s mouth in reference to me, it sucked.
It had been about an hour since he’d pushed that drunken loser away from me, and although I liked being beside Rowdy, even if we weren’t touching, or hell, even really talking. He smelled good too, like a mixture of the beer he drank and the dark and heady cologne on him. It was a weird combination but worked well.
I looked up at him and saw he was talking to a few guys from the gym. The house we were in was huge, and it was packed. I only saw a few guys I recognized from the gym. Everyone else was a stranger.
I also felt really underdressed, or maybe it was overdressed. Seeing as I had on a cardigan and a pair of jeans, and the majority of the female population had on barely-there shirts and skirts short enough to show off their toned bodies.
The music pumped through the house from speakers, but the rush of voices and conversation seemed to drown even that out. God, I wanted Rowdy so badly, and hearing him say we were friends hurt like a bitch. Although I wasn’t a fool and had known that already.
As I stared at him, took in the fact his six-foot-five frame was huge, muscular, and made me seem petite in comparison, I also noted he towered over pretty much every other guy here. Aside from the few fighters from the gym I saw at the party that were as big as Rowdy, everyone else seemed small in comparison.
My entire body heated at that thought, at the realization that this guy that I was so in love with could crush anyone without even a second thought. I lowered my gaze to his biceps, seeing the tattooed golden flesh flex slightly when he moved his arm. Continuing to lower my gaze to his forearm, I saw the thickness of his arm and hand, the visible veins that made him look so manly. Even though he wore a T-shirt and jeans, I could see the muscle definition and power coming from him.