Before I can answer, someone yells, “Fifty bucks says motormouth is sucking Jagger like a champ. That oughtta shake some of that tension out of him.”
“Excuse me.” I barge past Hayden, grab a bottle of the first thing I can find, and take off deeper into the house. A few kids call out to me, but I ignore them until I find Aaron’s downstairs bathroom. Locking the door, I tear the cap off the bottle and take a long pull. The vodka burns, making my eyes water, but I don’t stop, taking another big mouthful.
The thought of Cole with Marissa, a girl who would get on her knees for any guy who looked her way, makes bile crawl up my throat.
It should be you.
The ridiculous words flas
h through my mind. I don’t want him to use me the way most of the football players use girls, but I would rather him take out all his frustration and anger on me than her.
I catch my reflection in the mirror. I look wild, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. My blonde hair falls over my shoulders in soft waves and the blue tank top I’m wearing hugs my curves. But it’s my expression that I notice the most.
I look... sad.
“Ugh,” I scream, throwing the bottle at the wall. It shatters, clear liquid sluicing down the Garricks’ fancy tiles.
Anger swells inside. Anger at being sent here, cast aside like I’m nothing, anger at the knowledge Cole is somewhere upstairs with Marissa fucking motormouth because he’s too much of a coward to admit there’s something between us.
Without overthinking it, I storm out of the bathroom and dart upstairs, taking two steps at a time. The place is like a mansion with at least six bedrooms. The first two are occupied with half-naked bodies, writhing in the dark. “Join in or fuck off,” the guy in the third bedroom barks.
I slam the door and approach the fourth bedroom. My heart is a runaway train in my chest, pumping blood around my body so hard I can barely hear a thing. I know, I just know he’s in there.
Wrapping my fingers around the handle, I inhale a deep breath and push it open as quietly as possible. The room is steeped in darkness, but I find him instantly. Cole is sitting on the edge of the bed, legs wide, Marissa on her knees before him, fumbling with his jeans.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” she purrs, the sound grating on me. I smother a growl as blind rage hits me. I want to drag her off him and throw her out of the room. But I’m paralyzed.
She slides her hands up his thighs, shaking her head to get the hair out of her face.
Cole is as still as a statue, his eyes, two dark orbs. He buries a hand in her hair and winds it around his fist, yanking her head back.
“Fuck, Cole, that hurt.”
“I thought you wanted to play?” His voice reverberates through me, sending a shiver shooting down my spine.
“I’m not into anything rough.” Marissa licks her lips, completely unaware of me standing there in the shadows. “But I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
I bristle at the desperation in her voice. She doesn’t want Cole because she likes him, she wants him because he’s a football player, because having him will boost her reputation. He’s a prize to her. A trophy.
And I hate it.
“Don’t just sit there then,” he growls. “Make me feel good.” I hear the cruel taunt in his words, but if Marissa does, it doesn’t stop her from yanking down his jeans, and grasping his cock in her perfectly manicured fingers.
“Is that a... piercing?”
“Scared?” He fists her hair again, forcing her head down. She opens willingly, letting her tongue run down his hard length.
I shouldn’t be here, watching. But I can’t stop, desire pulsing through me.
Cole moans as she swallows him down, thrusting up into her mouth.
“Shit, Cole, take it easy,” she complains, and I smirk. Maybe Marissa isn’t such a motormouth after all.
But my momentary smugness is short lived as she finds her flow and Cole fucks her mouth. Hard, jerky movements that I feel all the way down to my soul.
I can’t watch this. I shouldn’t be watching this. My hand reaches behind me, searching for the door handle, as the room fills with his grunts of pleasure. He looks so different. His head is thrown back, jaw slack and lips parted.
God, he’s so beautiful.