play.”
Britain goes white. I crack up, clapping my hands together. As Britain shakes her head back and forth quickly, I say, “Come on Britain, you heard the rules.”
“ Yeah, Brit,” says Delilah.
“ Yeah, Brit,” says Jaime coolly.
Her eyes flicker toward Jaime, and she gets paler. Come on, Brit. Don’t show him embarrassment.
“ Let’s take a few shots to get this party started?” Adam suggests, and everyone’s down.
“ Just so I’m clear,” Ella points to Adam and Delilah, “are you two on again or off? I don’t want to feel guilty…”
“ If you’re lucky enough to get to me?” Adam grins.
“ Not you, dumbass. Delilah.”
“ Off again,” Delilah says with a wink.
My heart beats quickly in my chest. I haven’t kissed anybody off-camera since Dallas.
I need this .
^^^^^
I’ve chosen the corner of the hallway of the third floor as the starting point, and I have to make it all the way into the dining room in the dark.
Maybe this idea was too good, considering it will not only get us comfortable with each other, but also get us in the mood for Halloween. And I really don’t feel like being scared shitless right now.
The doorbell rings.
“ Who the fuck’s that?” Ella yells.
“ I’ll answer it,” says Britain from somewhere downstairs. After a few moments of waiting, Britain yells, “ Crisis averted. We’re back in business.”
And then I get a text from Jessica. All it says is GO.
I start making my way through the hall, wondering if we thought this through. What if one of us trips down the stairs in the dark and breaks their neck?
I guess it’s too late for that.
Before I even make it out of the third floor hallway, I run into Ella. She must have started in a bedroom somewhere on this floor.
“ Well, hello there,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I have to admit, Ella is pretty damn hot. Dark, smooth skin, and big eyes. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t slightly aroused when she kissed me—maybe just from the taboo element of it all. When her tongue slips between my lips, I can’t help but giggle. She pulls away, her mouth trailing to my neck, and whispers, “Come on, Rylan . Show me what you got.”
And then she licks up my neck.
She actually licks my neck.
I’m too shocked to respond and too turned on to even breathe. Damn, this girl sure is taking this exercise seriously.
Finally, Ella pulls away and says, “Gotta run, ciao!” And makes her way down the hall.
And I’m left standing like an idiot, dumbfounded. What the fuck? Am I so much of a prude to have a kiss from a girl affect me like I’m a teenage boy who just figured out what a boner is?
I shake myself out of it, wipe my neck, and keep moving.
When I reach the stairs, they are empty. Thank God, because after knowing how my body responds to secret make-out sessions, I’d probably end up losing balance and falling to my death. I reach the second floor. Two people are at it in the corner (like, really at it), so I quietly sneak by and continue on my way. Reaching the next staircase, I slip down it, holding onto the banister for dear life. I’m all the way to the foyer—the dining room is just around the corner. I was able to dodge almost everyone.
When a wave of relief courses through me, I realize that I really need to loosen up before I’m stuck faking an orgy with a bunch of people I still get weirded out over kissing.
A strong hand wraps around my wrist.
The air leaves my lungs as I’m pushed up against the wall. I can barely see the silhouette of the man towering over me—at first I think its Adam, or Miguel. But then he grasps my hips and slides me upward, pushing himself between my legs, and suddenly this is all too familiar.
“ What the hell?” I whisper.
“ Miss me?” Dallas asks.
My mouth hangs open. There’s nothing I can say or do that will clarify this situation. Millions of questions race through my mind, but I can’t seem to spit any
Britain goes white. I crack up, clapping my hands together. As Britain shakes her head back and forth quickly, I say, “Come on Britain, you heard the rules.”
“ Yeah, Brit,” says Delilah.
“ Yeah, Brit,” says Jaime coolly.
Her eyes flicker toward Jaime, and she gets paler. Come on, Brit. Don’t show him embarrassment.
“ Let’s take a few shots to get this party started?” Adam suggests, and everyone’s down.
“ Just so I’m clear,” Ella points to Adam and Delilah, “are you two on again or off? I don’t want to feel guilty…”
“ If you’re lucky enough to get to me?” Adam grins.
“ Not you, dumbass. Delilah.”
“ Off again,” Delilah says with a wink.
My heart beats quickly in my chest. I haven’t kissed anybody off-camera since Dallas.
I need this .
^^^^^
I’ve chosen the corner of the hallway of the third floor as the starting point, and I have to make it all the way into the dining room in the dark.
Maybe this idea was too good, considering it will not only get us comfortable with each other, but also get us in the mood for Halloween. And I really don’t feel like being scared shitless right now.
The doorbell rings.
“ Who the fuck’s that?” Ella yells.
“ I’ll answer it,” says Britain from somewhere downstairs. After a few moments of waiting, Britain yells, “ Crisis averted. We’re back in business.”
And then I get a text from Jessica. All it says is GO.
I start making my way through the hall, wondering if we thought this through. What if one of us trips down the stairs in the dark and breaks their neck?
I guess it’s too late for that.
Before I even make it out of the third floor hallway, I run into Ella. She must have started in a bedroom somewhere on this floor.
“ Well, hello there,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I have to admit, Ella is pretty damn hot. Dark, smooth skin, and big eyes. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t slightly aroused when she kissed me—maybe just from the taboo element of it all. When her tongue slips between my lips, I can’t help but giggle. She pulls away, her mouth trailing to my neck, and whispers, “Come on, Rylan . Show me what you got.”
And then she licks up my neck.
She actually licks my neck.
I’m too shocked to respond and too turned on to even breathe. Damn, this girl sure is taking this exercise seriously.
Finally, Ella pulls away and says, “Gotta run, ciao!” And makes her way down the hall.
And I’m left standing like an idiot, dumbfounded. What the fuck? Am I so much of a prude to have a kiss from a girl affect me like I’m a teenage boy who just figured out what a boner is?
I shake myself out of it, wipe my neck, and keep moving.
When I reach the stairs, they are empty. Thank God, because after knowing how my body responds to secret make-out sessions, I’d probably end up losing balance and falling to my death. I reach the second floor. Two people are at it in the corner (like, really at it), so I quietly sneak by and continue on my way. Reaching the next staircase, I slip down it, holding onto the banister for dear life. I’m all the way to the foyer—the dining room is just around the corner. I was able to dodge almost everyone.
When a wave of relief courses through me, I realize that I really need to loosen up before I’m stuck faking an orgy with a bunch of people I still get weirded out over kissing.
A strong hand wraps around my wrist.
The air leaves my lungs as I’m pushed up against the wall. I can barely see the silhouette of the man towering over me—at first I think its Adam, or Miguel. But then he grasps my hips and slides me upward, pushing himself between my legs, and suddenly this is all too familiar.
“ What the hell?” I whisper.
“ Miss me?” Dallas asks.
My mouth hangs open. There’s nothing I can say or do that will clarify this situation. Millions of questions race through my mind, but I can’t seem to spit any
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