Bossy (11 page)

Michael’s Uncle Chester whoops and gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the pool. I guess I know who spiked it. Grinning, I raise my cup, acknowledging his little victory. I’d be annoyed, but girls who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw chili-mayo filled donuts. We’re two of a kind.

My second sip is more cautious, knowing what to expect this time. What the heck, it’s not like tonight can get any more awkward than it already is. Maybe I’ll get wasted and forget the whole evening.

It worked out so well last time after all. Now all I need is a guy like Declan to show up and I’m good to go.

I sigh. Declan. I’ve been doing so well too. It’s been at least twenty, thirty minutes since I last thought about him. Friday I wanted to kill him, tonight I’m one cup of punch away from wondering what he’s doing tonight.
Who
he’s doing tonight.

Because let’s face it, a man-whore like him has probably banged enough girls since we met to start a volleyball team. Come to think of it, he’s probably banged an
actual
volleyball team.

Who could blame them?

When he’s nice, he’s great. Drop dead sexy even. Even when he’s bad, he makes my blood pound in my ears and my heart beat faster. Especially when he’s bad.

I don’t belong here. I knew that as soon as I came, but now Michael’s been gone a while and his parents are busy chatting with their friends and family. Something I’m never going to be.

Maybe I should just leave.

“God this party’s boring. Good food though.” A way too familiar voice sounds next to me as a large figure leans up against the table, making it creak softly. “So which ones are his parents?”

I spin around to find the devil himself looming next to me, pulling pieces of teriyaki chicken off a little wooden spear. For several long moments I have no words. “Declan!” I hiss in a stage whisper. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He shrugs. “I crash parties, I guess. It’s a thing.” He flicks the spear into the bushes and turns to pour himself a glass of punch. “Besides, he gave you trouble last time. Figured you’d want backup.”

“Wait, so you took it upon yourself to follow me to a party you’re not invited to, just so you can pretend to protect me from Michael? Here? Right in front of his parents?” I gawk at him in disbelief. “Are you insane?”

He leans in like he’s going to impart some pearl of ancient wisdom. His voice is a hoarse whisper, pretending to be shocked. “Claire. I think someone’s spiked the punch.” He looks around, like he’s making sure no one’s nearby. “If I knew it was going to be that kind of party, I would’ve come earlier.”

I try to stop it, but instead I just end up snorting out a laugh like a donkey. “It’s for the best. If you and Uncle Chester over there joined forces, the ice sculptures would be on fire by now. You can thank him for the punch.”

He looks around, as if seeing all the possibilities for the first time. “Man, now I really wish I’d come earlier.”

Before I get tempted to join the side of evil, I sigh and pat him on the arm.

“Declan, go home. I’m a big girl. I can handle Michael on my own. You have no reason to be here unless you are just
that
set on tormenting me.” I don’t want to make a scene, so he really needs to leave because our track record on not making scenes is... not good.

As per usual, Declan ignores me. “So, where’s lover boy? I thought you were going to be all up in each other’s junk, but you two seem conspicuously apart.”

“Spying on me?”

“If by spying you mean not wearing a blindfold, sure. You seem to be here, and he seems to be not here. So where’s Junglenuts hanging tonight?”

Punch threatens to snort out my nose. “Somewhere else, I’m sure. Satisfied? Does it make your oversized ego happy to know that I’m hating every minute of this?”

Of course that’s the moment that Michael’s mom chooses to come over to chat, followed by a glowering Michael. He obviously recognizes Declan from their brief but intense introduction. I’m a little surprised. He was pretty drunk at the time.

His mom gives me a tight, warm hug. “That’s the problem with these parties. I really don’t get to spend nearly enough time with the people I really want to spend time with.” She puts her hands on my shoulders and holds me at an arm’s length, looking at me with concerned eyes. “It’s been a long time. Is everything alright?”

I force a smile. This isn’t her fault. “Sure, Marie. You know me, just busy with my new internship. It isn’t giving me much time for anything else. It’s good to see you.”

She raises an eyebrow, and I realize she’s already figured out that Michael and I aren’t an item anymore, but she doesn’t make anything of it. “If you say so, dear.” Her smile is a little sad but at least she doesn’t seem mad at me. Instead she turns to Declan with a puzzled expression. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, which strikes me as unusual at my own anniversary party.”

He reaches out a hand and smiles warmly. Her cheeks flush slightly. Nobody’s immune to him when he decides to be charming. He can crank it to eleven when he wants to.

“Declan Riordan, Claire’s new stepbrother. Well, I will be in a couple of weeks, anyway.”

Michael sucks in a shocked breath, which is unfortunate because he ends up with a pig in a blanket hurtling down the wrong chute.

“Here.” Declan steps up behind him and slams his broad hand into Michael’s back so hard he almost knocks him over. One more, and Michael coughs up a couple half-chewed pieces that land in the rose bushes. I’ll admit it. I almost laugh.

Trying to keep a straight face, I turn to Marie. “I’m sorry, I told him where I was going earlier, but I must have made it sound like he was invited. It’s my fault.”

“Nonsense.” She smiles. “Any relative of yours is welcome at our house. Anytime.” She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew what he’s really like. “Anyway, the evening’s altogether too short, and we invited far too many guests. I have to keep moving, but it was good to see you. Maybe we can get together, just you and me, one of these days, so we have more time.”

“That sounds wonderful.” I smile a little wistfully. We both mean it, but it’ll never happen. It’s too bad. I like her a lot more than her son. She walks off, but Michael stays.

Great.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, he hisses at me. “You have some fucking nerve bringing your boyfriend here. It’s like you don’t even want to make this work. At least I’m trying.”

What? “Okay. Number one: he’s not my boyfriend. Number two:
you
picked me up in
your
car. Did you see me cram him into your trunk? Did you? And even if I did? What are you trying to make work? Us? Are you out of your mind?”

Michael sneers cruelly at me. “No, you know what? I think I’m finally seeing things clearly. You made such a big deal about that stupid whore that I actually bought it for a while. But how long have you been screwing your
stepbrother
, Claire?”

“I’m not! I didn’t! What are you talking about?”

“Yeah? So he just
happened
to be at that party? How stupid do you think I am, Claire?” His voice gets louder and a couple of heads turn in our direction. “That must be convenient. He and his father can just drop by for booty calls. Sex in the carpool lane.”

A low growl rumbles in Declan’s chest, and I feel him step up behind me. I put a hand on his leg, begging him silently to stay out of it. I’m not the only one being insulted here, and I appreciate that he’s managed to hold off getting physical as long as he has.

“Michael, people are looking.” I hate the way my voice quavers. I just want this to stop. “I’ll make Declan leave, alright. I didn’t bring him.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He takes a step closer. “Listen, Claire, I’ll give you one more chance. You messed up. I messed up. I forgive you. We can try this again.”

I blink. Forgive me? For what? Kicking his cheating ass to the curb? I knew coming today was a bad idea, but I didn’t realize just how delusional he is. What do I even say to that? “Michael—”

“No, I mean it.” He throws open his arms. “I don’t hold grudges. I love you, baby. I just want you back. I want us to be happy. You won’t have to be his slut anymore.”

Alright, that’s it. My body moves before I even think about what I’m doing. I don’t know if I’m
that
determined to show Michael that it’s over, or if there are things going on in my subconscious that I need to examine later, but I spin around and reach for Declan’s t-shirt, dragging him towards me. He’s caught off guard when I grab his hair and pull his face to mine.

My lips meet his and I tell myself this is just for Michael’s benefit. There’s no way I’ve been aching for it all week, or that I’m reliving that freezing night in February.

No way.

God, he tastes good.

H
er body practically melts against me as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close in case she changes her mind and tries to get away. Claire might just be doing this to piss her ex off, but her motives aren’t my problem.

She started it, but I’m sure as hell going to finish it. When I slide my hand down the side of her sexy little dress to grab her ass, she fucking whimpers and the sound goes straight to my cock.

Her body feels like all I need to live, but eventually we have to come up for air. Even then she tries to follow my lips, searching for more. We want the same thing, but I tease her by staying just out of reach, tracing my fingers over the soft skin her dress exposes in the back. Sparks flare between us. I can tell she feels it too, small shivers and goosebumps breaking out even in the warm summer air.

I’m ready to dive in for another kiss when someone coughs nearby and I hear the disapproving whispers. She freezes and my hands drop away, the moment over.

Michael stares at us, rage twisting his face into an ugly mask. He’s not the only one watching, but thankfully his mother doesn’t seem to be part of our audience. I just came to have a laugh and make sure Claire was okay, not cause trouble.

Right. That’s a fucking joke.

I might as well be honest with myself. There was nothing platonic or brotherly about my decision to come here tonight, and the instant I saw her, I needed to stake my claim. She’s like a fucking addiction. I’m pulling her deeper and deeper into my veins while pretending it’s all a joke.

I look at Michael and smile coldly, reaching out and stroking the small of Claire’s back. “I think I’m the clear winner here, but I’ll give you a free tip. Next time you fuck up—and we both know there will be a next time—try not to call the woman a slut while you’re apologizing.”

Claire tears herself away from my touch with a little growl. “I—I can’t believe either of you. I’m not some prize to be won or lost.” She looks back and forth between us, her eyes shooting daggers. “By either of you.” And with that, she turns and walks away from us.

From me.

Fucking walks straight towards the front gate, hips swaying and her skirt swirling to give me tempting glimpses of her gorgeous legs.

No way, I’m not letting her run away tonight. I chase after, grabbing her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She stops and spins around, shaking off my hand. “Home. Away from you. From him. From all of this.”

Shit, this isn’t like our play at work. If I let her walk off tonight it’s going to permanently fuck something up between us. I need to get her on her own. “You’re not going anywhere unless it’s with me.” As I speak, I feel a drop of rain against my cheek.

Great, that’s all that’s missing.

“Let it go, moron.” Claire tries to look serious, but all I can see is that her lips are still swollen from our kiss. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Yeah, that’s right. She came with me, and she’s staying with me.” Michael’s smarmy voice pulls my attention to my right, where he’s standing with his hands on his hips, flanked by curious bystanders.

“Funny, I got the feeling she didn’t come much with you at all. Keep your trap shut while the adults are talking.” I don’t have time for his shit.

“Oh yeah, you’re
so
mature. Listen, meathead, let me use small words so a dumbass like you can understand them. She. Is. Not. Yours. She’s staying with me.” Stepping forward, he grabs hold of Claire’s free arm, obviously not picking up on how deep he’s wading into her shit list.

I know I’m making an ass of myself, but something about this little creep gets under my skin like a rash. “Staying with you? Don’t make me laugh. Let her go before I level your ass.”

He sneers at me. “Fuck you, shrivel-dick. You know steroids do that, right?”

“You little shit, I’m gonna—”

Surprising me, Michael’s the one who leaps first. He goes straight for my fucking jugular, growling like a wild animal. He even lands a punch, connecting with my jaw, making my nerve endings scream in pain. It hurts, but not enough to stop me. Just enough to seriously piss me off.

I actually laugh, glad he started it, because now I can do exactly what I’ve been itching for since he came over. My fist impacts his face with a satisfying crunch, the shock of it traveling up my arm.

He tumbles backwards, sprawling into the grass. “You fucker!” He jumps back up but rubs his jaw. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Michael leaps, clawing at me like a girl. It would be hilarious if I wasn’t the one he was slapping, and it’s still pretty amusing. Wrapping my arms around him in a bear hug, I take a step back to regain my balance.

My foot finds nothing but air.

Fuck.

Everything goes in slow motion as we topple together into the pool. Water sprays up in all directions around us with a loud splash, and then we’re under, pushing away from each other. Bubbles rush past me, stirring the water so that it’s impossible to orient myself. My clothes weigh me down as I kick towards what I think is up.

I burst through the surface, drawing air into my lungs. Less than a second later, Michael follows and then we’re both treading water in the deep end.

The small group our argument drew has nothing on the crowd that shows up to gawk at the idiots in the pool. Uncle Chester starts pulling off his tie like he wants in on the fun, but some woman who’s probably his wife grabs him by the back of his shirt and hauls him away.