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As Kellan glared at Griffin, Griffin took a step back and regarded Kellan with a puzzled expression. “Huh.” Cocking his head as he looked Kellan over, he shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t get what all the fuss is about…I’ve had better.” He gestured with his hand while Kellan scowled, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe if you did this thing with your tongue…”
Evan and Matt bent over they were laughing so hard. Jenny and Kate joined them as they peeked their heads into the room. My sister was in hysterics against the wall, and even shy Rachel was quietly laughing.
The few people who had dared to take a sip of their drink, were desperately trying not to spew their drink everywhere. I really didn’t want to laugh at a man kissing my boyfriend… and then calling him bad at it, but it was too funny and I was too drunk. I laughed as hard as the rest of them, maybe harder, since I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being Frenched by Griffin.
Kellan backhanded Griffin across the chest for his comment, then let out a small chuckle and shoved his shoulder away from him. “Get the fuck out of here, Griffin.”
With an offended look, Griffin backed away from the table.
“Whatever, man, it’s just a suggestion. Take it or leave it.” Clutching my sister’s waist, he drew her in for a deep kiss. I cringed until they pulled away. Smiling at her breathless face, Griffin smirked. “I’ll just save my skills for people that appreciate them.” Anna laughed and brought his lips back to hers while Kellan rolled his eyes.
Matt clapped Griffin on the back and they left the room with Anna and Rachel. Matt was holding his stomach he was laughing so hard. Kellan closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. Opening them, he turned to look at where I was still giggling. He smiled at my enjoyment of his situation and then shook his head at me.
Kellan glanced around the room of people all still laughing at his mis-fortune. Chuckling himself, he picked up his beer from the table and motioned with it to the now-forgotten game. “Well, needless to say…I’m done.”
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Chapter
A Night to Remember
The dice game resumed as the residual laughter died down with Griffin’s departure. I blinked and watched Kellan’s empty seat quickly become occupied by a fresh-faced boy who looked entirely too young to be here. Walking around to where I was sitting, merrily sipping away on my fruity drink, Kellan extended his hand out to me.
“Dance with me, beautiful girl?” Kellan cocked an eyebrow after he asked, and I swear I heard someone sigh…or maybe I did. My hazed brain couldn’t really tell anymore.
Nodding, I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up. The alcohol already in my system seemed to rush to my head as I changed positions.
I’d been feeling pretty buzzed sitting at the table. Suddenly standing, I felt blitzed.
I giggled and stumbled a little as Kellan wrapped his arms around me.
Stumbling some himself, he asked, “You all right?” I laughed and nodded again as he helped me take a few steps away from the loudly cheering table. The poor, fresh-faced boy had rolled the dreaded pair of ones, and was cringing as he stared at the amount left in his plastic cup. I felt instant sympathy for him, since that roll had sort of done me in. Oddly enough, I wanted to give him a big hug and tell him that everything would be fine. I even made a drunken step towards him before Kellan pulled my arm in the other direction.
“This way, sweetheart.”
Leaving the youth to his chosen fate, I twisted back to Kellan. Giggling, I tangled my arms around his waist. With stumbling, erratic steps, 162
we both made it to the center of the packed living room. People wished Kellan luck whenever they came upon him, but Kellan’s eyes never left mine as he acknowledged them. It was like we were alone in this house swarming with strangers.
As a heavy beat thumped out a seductive rhythm, Kellan’s hands slid up my back, then down to my hips. My extra-sensitive body felt every section that he touched. It was nearly like he was dragging a mild electric current over me; a tingling sensation lingered long after his fingers passed. When he put one of his legs between mine, forcing our bodies to straddle the other’s, I gasped. The tingle had shifted to a full-on fire.
Our hips moved in time to the beat in such an intimate way that I should have been embarrassed—should have been. One of the wonders of mind-altering substances…pesky little things like inhibitions flew out when alcohol flew in. As Kellan’s hands continued to caress my body, his palm even running up the front of my red Pete’s shirt, he rested his forehead against mine. More grinding than dancing, we lightly breathed on each other. It was maddening, and the rest of the world fell away.
When his hand blatantly stopped on my breast, his thumb running back and forth over the dangerously sensitive spot, I whimpered. He smiled at hearing it, even over the music. Feeling numb and incredibly turned on, I reached up and buried my fingers in his thick hair, closing the distance between us and pulling his head down to mine.
Whatever
Griffin
had
been
complaining
about
was
beyond
me—Kellan was fabulous with his tongue. As his lips melded with mine, our light breaths became nearly frantic pants. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and finger and I groaned…loudly. He hissed in a breath, his other hand sliding inside my pants to rest over my cotton-covered backside.
I wanted his hand on the other side. I wanted all of his body on the other side. Jerking his head down so I could moan in his ear, I whispered, “I want you…now.” Well, I think I whispered it.
Kellan pulled his head away and stared at me. The heat in his eyes was glorious. Those I-want-to-have-sex-with-you eyes had a way of turning my insides into molasses, warm and gooey…delicious. His eyes 163
darted down my body as he adjusted the way our hips lined up. He didn’t have to say a word; I could feel the hardening mass in his jeans that was telling me that he wanted me, too…right now.
Licking his lips, he looked up at where we were—surrounded by a bunch of dancing, drunk people in the middle of Matt’s living room.
Bringing his eyes back down to mine, he reached up to disentangle my fingers from his hair. Lacing our hands together, he nodded his head towards the hallway.
Leaning into my body, he growled into my ear, “Come with me.” God, I nearly did.
Clutching his hand with both of mine, I bit my lip and eagerly nodded.
I had no idea where he intended to take me or even what exactly we were going to do once we got there, but I really didn’t care either. I just wanted to be with him, alone with him.
Giggling, I pressed into his back as he worked us through the throngs of people. Most clapped him on the shoulder as he walked by, some of the girls being brave enough to drag their fingers down his arm suggestively. I glared at those girls but Kellan ignored them, focused on his task of getting us alone. As one trio of women blatantly stared at his ass, I nearly yelled, “Stare all you want, I’m the one he’s about to screw!” Thank God Kellan jerked me forward right as I was about to say it.
Stumbling a little, I forgot to. Smiling back at me as I readjusted my footing, he laughed as he managed to finally get us into the hallway. Twisting to face me, he brought his free hand around to cup my cheek. Pulling my head into his, he found my lips again. I groaned as the sweetness of his breath hit me. I normally didn’t care for the smell of beer, but Kellan could make anything sexy.
Kellan walked us down the hallway backwards while we made out, occasionally running us into a few partygoers that didn’t move aside fast enough. He stopped beside a closed door. I didn’t know whose door it was or where it led, and as his tongue flicked along mine, I didn’t care, just so long as he opened it soon.
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Missing the handle on his first attempt, Kellan had to try again. He finally got the door open on his third try and we hurried inside. He closed it blindly, flicking the light switch on afterwards. As Kellan locked the door, I briefly looked at what room we were in. My light-as-air head hoped it wasn’t Griffin’s. Luckily it wasn’t…it was the bathroom.
Frowning, I looked up at Kellan. “This is a bathroom.” He nodded, his mouth parted as he eyes locked on my lips. “Yeah, I know.”
I wanted to object or something, but his mouth came back to mine and the only sound I made was a moan of delight. Wanting him so bad I ached everywhere, I threw my hands back into his hair and pressed my body against his. Our lips were frantic as the passion within us boiled over.
Nearly overcome with desire, I growled, “You always make me feel so good…I’m going to make you feel good, too, Kellan. I want you so much.”
He nearly panted as my lips shifted to his neck. Kellan closed his eyes and let his head drop back. “Oh God…I love it when you’re like this.” Breathing heavy myself, I peeked up at him. “Like what…drunk?” I started to laugh, but his skin was calling me and instead, I drug the tip of my tongue along his throat.
He hissed in a quick inhale, then swallowed. “No,” he breathed.
“Confident…like you finally get it.”
I pulled back to look at him and he brought his head back down to stare at me. “Get what?” I whispered, licking the edge of his lip as I pressed my aching body into his clearly strained one.
His eyes fluttered for a second before he refocused on me. “That I’m yours…that you can take me…anywhere, anytime, anyway. That you own every piece of me.”