I take her by the waist, pinning her against the wall beside the staircase. My fingers sink into the flesh of skin that should be covered. “You’re too fucking sexy for your own good.” I kiss her lips, feeling thankful there won’t be a bunch of horny-ass guys gawking at her tonight.
“I’m glad you think so.” She smirks against my mouth. “Which is exactly why I’m not covering myself up. It’s all for you.”
“Better be just for me.” I grind my aching cock against her and if we don’t get down those stairs right now, we might never make it. I’m two seconds away from taking her through Jagger’s open door and fucking her on his bed.
“Always is,” she mutters, and it’s a seductive whisper that plays on my hormones. One that tells me she wants to be fucked right now.
Jagger comes out of his room, and I didn’t even realize he was in there. Scar slips out of her place between me and the wall. “Hey, Jagger,” she croaks, and it has me pinching my eyebrows together. Does it bother her that he sees us close like this?
Fuck.
I need to get out of my own head.
His eyes skate from hers to mine. “Heading down to the party?”
I tip my chin. “Yeah. If that’s what you call it.”
“Why do you say that?” Scar asks, completely oblivious to what we're about to embark on. Neo, being the fucking idiot he is, decided to make this an all-girls party, while forcing our attendance—meaning mine and Jagger’s. With us three here, that leaves no opportunity for Scar to attend the party at The Ruins. It’s a control scheme on Neo’s part.
“Neo put it together,” I tell her. “Enough said.”
Scar clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “True.”
“Guess I’ll see you down there, then,” Jagger says, giving Scar a crescent smile before jogging down the staircase.
I watch her watch him, feeling a splinter of jealousy in my gut.
Her gaze snaps to mine, and she catches my scowl. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I tell her, tone flat.
A smile parts her lips and she takes my hand. “Let’s go, grumpass.”
“Grumpass?” I chuckle. “What’s with the name-calling?”
We walk downstairs, holding hands, as she elaborates, “What’s with the sour attitude lately?”
“Just observing the situation. Taking it all in.”
“Situation?” she drawls. “As in, us?”
My shoulders rise and fall. “Us. You. Him.”
Scar side-eyes me, and I can tell she wants to push more, but when we reach the bottom, her train of thought is railroaded. She takes a look around, cringing at our guests. “Now I see what you meant. Leave it to Neo to host a party full of half-naked girls.”
“We don’t have to stay long. We’re in the house. That’s all that matters.”
Scar slides up to me, her face an inch from mine, and she grins. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I dunno. You, me, and a hot shower.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Neo says, killing our vibe. “Until then, Lucy needs help tapping the keg.”
Scar sulks into my shoulder, mumbling, “Does he ever go away?”
“Unfortunately not. Guess I’ve got work to do.” I take her hand, ready to head for the kitchen, where the keg is usually placed when a party’s here.
Neo grabs me by the shoulder. “Not so fast.” I growl, eyes rolling as he continues, “I need to talk to Scar about something.”