He groaned. “Fine, but if I take you in the back seat of my truck, it’s your fault for making me stay.”
His delicious threat only made me want to make him do exactly that.
With a half shrug, I said, “I’ve always wondered what backseat truck sex would be like.”
A sexy smirk moved over his face. “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Winking, I said, “I try.”
Two hours later, I sat around the giant fire with Heather to my right and some girl named Annie to my left. Annie was crushing on Trey and had met him in Austin a few years back. When he came to town it sounded like they hooked up for casual sex. She clearly wanted more, whereas Trey clearly wanted a casual hook-up with someone who didn’t live in Hunt, but close enough to still have fun. I sort of felt sorry for her. Trey was currently dancing with some bleached blonde and had his mouth all over hers.
“Did you come with anyone?” I asked Annie.
She shook her head. “Trey invited me, and I thought I’d be spending time with him. I don’t get to see him often with him being in the Army and all.”
I searched for Miles. He was two sheets to the wind, enjoying his welcome home party. Most of the guys were pretty much drunk.
“Where are you staying this evening? You’re not driving back to Austin, are you?”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t look like I’ll be staying with him.” She jerked her chin toward Trey who was now grabbing the blonde’s ass, pulling her against him. I snarled.
“What an asshole,” I mumbled.
“My thoughts, too,” Annie agreed.
“We can have a girls’ slumber party!” Heather said.
“Like the old days!” Turning to Annie, I explained, “Usually after these field parties we would all spend the night at someone’s house. Sneak our folks’ booze into our rooms and talk about how stupid the guys acted at the party.”
The three of us all turned back to the men.
“I guess some things never change,” Heather said.
It was then that I spotted Miles. Some redhead was running her finger over his chest, giving him fuck-me eyes. He took a drink of his beer and looked past her. Anger pulsed through my veins. Why was he even letting her touch him?
“Oh shit,” Heather and Annie said at the same time. They must have been looking at the same thing I was.
“Why is she touching him?” I asked.
“More importantly, why is he letting her?” Heather added.
“Playing devil’s advocate here, y’all. He does look like he wants her to go away,” Annie said.
The girl took Miles’s hand and attempted to get him to dance with her. He shook his head, taking a step away from her, breaking their contact.
“This would be a good time for him to tell her he is here with someone,” I said.
“I can hold your earrings if you want to kick her ass,” Annie said.
Heather leaned over and looked at Annie. “Okay, I like you. I mean, I sort of feel like we hit it off anyway, but now I really feel like you’re my people.”
Annie knocked her fist against her chest and pointed to Heather. “I’m right there with you.” Then they fist bumped.
“I vote you kick her ass,” Heather said.
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath. Miles had pulled away from the redhead, but he was still talking to her. Maybe he was telling her to fuck off, or maybe he was simply being polite. Whichever it was, I wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines any longer and watch.
“I’m ready to leave. Miles can figure out how he’s getting home. What do you say, ladies? My house for that slumber party?”
Annie grinned, probably thankful she didn’t have that long drive back to Austin.
Heather stood. “I’m in!”
Patty hadn’t made it to the party, but I had quickly sent her a text.
Me: Slumber party at my house.
Patty: OMG old traditions die hard! Miles drunk?
Me: Yep.
Patty: Count me in. I’ll meet y’all there and bring a couple of pizzas.
“Patty is in and bringing pizza.”
Heather and Annie both moaned in delight. Then Heather added, “Pizza sounds so much better than sex right now.”
Annie and I looked at her, brows raised.
“What happened to Kenny?” I asked.
“Who’s Kenny?” Annie asked.
“A really hot cop who has a thing for Heather,” I said. “They had hot sex a few days ago.”
Annie waggled her brows. “Lucky girl.”
Heather smiled. “Yeah, but he’s working. He’s always working.”
“Ugh,” Annie and I said at once.
“Looks like you’re driving Annie, since I came with Miles and Heather came with…who did you come with?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Doug.”
“Doug! Doug Whitman?’
“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. We’re friends, and he offered to drive. That’s it. I like Kenny, remember?”
“I saw Doug sneaking off into the woods with some girl about an hour ago!” I said.