More Than Her (39 page)

"Gee, thanks, Luce," Jake mocked.

Then Cam chimed in, "To the asshole that my girl would be screwing if I weren't around."

We all laughed.

Then Heidi giggled. "To the guy that took my V-card."

"What!" I'm pretty sure that was everyone.

Nobody knew about Heidi and me. Not until now.

I shook my head and looked down. "Nooo!" Amanda gasped. This could get real bad, real quick. She kept looking from me to Heidi to Dylan. "Doesn't that get awkward?" She chuckled.

Thank Fuck.

Dylan shook his head frantically, his eyes shut tight. "Nope. I try not to think about it, and I sure as shit don't want to picture it." Then he opened his eyes, his gaze on me. "To good friends, and good people," he said. There was an underlying tone in the way he said it. Everyone felt it, because we all went silent. Dylan and Heidi hadn't been around much lately, in fact we barely saw Heidi at all. And Dylan, he was always broody, but I don't know, lately it seemed like something was going on with him.

"What about you, Amanda?" Micky broke the silence.

She turned her head to face me. I was already looking at her. "To a boy that makes every moment a new memory."

***

We got to the club after an hour of driving around. I only had one beer. I didn't want to drink tonight. I just wanted to remember it. And I wanted to remember exactly how Amanda looked. Also, I needed to be sober to punch any asshole that looked at her wrong. Because there were going to be a lot of them.

Like now.

"Ho. Lee. Shit." Alex
—
a kid on the team
—
said, bro hugging me. I hugged him back with one arm, the other holding onto Amanda's as we entered the V.I.P section on the top level. Jake said he knew people that knew people and got us a private area. Everyone was here, the boys on the team and some of the frat brothers. Alex continued, "Where the hell have you been hiding her?" His eyes roamed Amanda's body up and down. She shyly hid behind me.

"In my fucking bed, asshole. Watch your words. And your eyes."

His hands went up in surrender, "Dude," he chuckled. "I got it. She's your girl. No problem."

We all sat in a corner booth; it only took an hour or so before the room filled. "How the fuck did you guys organize all this?"

Jake pointed to Amanda. "She did it."

I faced her, but she was mid conversation with Lucy. Probably about that Reid Knox asshole from that book.

She threw her head back, laughing at something Lucy was saying. I loved watching her laugh. I turned my entire body to face her and placed my arm on the seat behind her head.

Amanda

I could feel his breath on my neck. His hand lightly rubbed my leg under the table. My skirt was short, shorter than I was comfortable with. But I wanted to wear something he'd enjoy. His hand moved higher. And higher. I turned to face him. "Stop," I warned.

He smirked. "I can't," was all he said.

I crossed my legs.

His hand wedged between them. "You're just going to make it harder." He licked his lips. His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. Then he kissed my neck. My eyes fell shut. "I want to touch you so fucking bad." His voice was hoarse. I opened my legs. I didn't mean to, but I lost control. I always lost control with him.

His hand moved higher again, separating my legs further.

Higher.

And higher.

I moaned from anticipation. Then I felt his finger run along me through my panties. I moaned louder.

He grunted. "So fucking wet," he said. I was. He did that to me. Then I felt his fingers shift to move the material aside. And then it hit me. Where we were. What we were doing. My eyes snapped open. No one was in the booth. "They're dancing," he said. I threw my head back against the seat, unknowingly spreading my legs further for him. No one could see what we were doing, unless you were watching us. But I didn't care.

Then I felt his finger; slowly move up and down my wetness. "I wish I could taste you," he moaned.

"Oh God," is all I managed to say.

Then his finger was inside me.

"Holy fuck."

“He chuckled. “You have such potty mouth when I’m about to make you come. I love it.”

My hand went to his dick, over his pants. I started rubbing.

"Fuck." He pulled his finger away.

My eyes went wide. I looked around. No one was watching. "Huh?"

"We have to stop." He put his hands down his pants and adjusted himself. "If we don't, I'm going to fuck you right here and I don't care who sees."

"Okay," I nodded. But it wasn't. Not really. I had whatever the equivalent of blue balls was for girls. Blue bean?

I look around for the others; they'd made their own dance floor in the middle of the VIP room. "You want to dance?"

He scrunched his nose.

"You don‘t dance?"

He shook his head.

I laughed.

He reached for my hand and linked our fingers under the table, his other hand coming up to my face. "You did all this."

I nodded.

"Why?" His brows drew in. His eyes were intense as he roamed my face. He had to know why. He had to know how I felt about him. He had to know I loved him.

"Because..." I trailed off. Then I sighed, "You won't let me say the words."

His shoulders stiffened, his eyes cast downwards, looking at our linked fingers. I lifted his chin with my finger, the way he'd done to me so many times. I looked into his eyes. He licked his lips and then kissed me slowly, "Me too," he said.

***

Ethan, Tristan and Alexis showed up a couple hours after we got here. Ethan brought Kellie I E with him. Alexis was pissed. She always joked to me about being with Ethan, but I think deep down she actually had feelings for him. We were on the dance floor. I was buzzed; she was trashed, barely able to stand up.

"He brought Kellie I E. What a joke!" she slurred out.

"I know, babe." Her arms around my neck tightened. I tried my best to hold her up. She still managed to dance, moving her hips from side to side. "Maybe you should just tell him how you feel."

"Fuck off, " she scoffed. "I don't feel anything. Just drunk."

"Okay, Lexi."

"Hey James is here, maybe he'll do me."

"Oh my God."

"James!" she yelled, stumbling over to him.

I looked around for Logan but I couldn't see him anywhere. I started to walk to the balcony to see if he was downstairs when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room. My eyes shut tight instinctively, but opened when I heard a latch lock. I was in a bathroom. It was high class, not dirty, scummy run-of-the-mill club bathroom. "I can't wait," a voice whispered in my ear.

Logan.

I turned around. "I was looking for you."

"I was watching you." He licked his lips and stepped forward, placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my leg, moving higher and lifting my skirt with it. He kissed me slowly. Painfully slowly.

"Logan," I whispered, out of breath. "We can't. Not here."

"Why?" he asked against my lips.

I bit his bottom lip. "I have a surprise for you at home."

He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. "A surprise?"

I bit my lip and nodded. "I got a naughty little nurse's outfit to go with your birthday present."

He visibly swallowed. "You're not fucking with me, right?"

I laughed. "No, baby." I stepped forward, the alcohol making me braver. "When we get home, I'm going to change, and you, Dr. Matthews, are going to bend me over and spank me."

Instantly I was being pushed back, until my back hit the counter. There was fire in his eyes
—
the good kind. His mouth mashed with mine, his tongue darting out, invading my senses. I lost control. Then his hands were everywhere. On my breasts, on my legs, in my hair, and somehow, in my panties. "You're so bad," he ground out. His fingers made their way inside me, spreading my wetness. And within a second he'd spun me around, bent me over, and had my panties around my ankles and his dick inside me.

"Oh God!"

Then he started to move, in and out. Slow at first, and then he built his rhythm. He kissed my bare back while one hand cupped a breast. He slowed down, pulling away. Then he grabbed on to my hips and started moving again. "Fuck, baby. I could watch this all fucking day."

A moaning sound escaped.

He started again. Faster. Harder. Then his hand moved from my hip and his fingers rubbed my clit and I was done.

Done.

Logan

I opened the bathroom door and Cam was there waiting. He was looking at the ground, but his eyes trailed up when he saw the door open. Then a huge shit eating grin took over his face when he saw us, and whatever state we were in. He kicked off the opposite wall and faced the wall next to the door. Then he started pumping his hips into it, singing, "Birthday sex, Birthday sex...it's the best day of the yearrrr girl..."

You can't
not
laugh at that.

***

"Did she call you?" Micky asked.

"Who?" I bent down so I could hear her over the music.

"Megan. She called me today looking for you."

"No." I shook my head.

"I offered to take a message, but she said she needed to speak to you directly. Maybe it was just to say happy birthday."

"Maybe." I shrugged

***

"Fuck you, Tricia!" Lucy yelled, her hands coming up, most likely to pull hair. Cam easily held her back. "You need to quit spreading rumors about me and go back to spreading your legs!"

I laughed, but Amanda shook her head in warning.

Tricia
—
whoever the fuck she was
—
was being held back by a few other girls. She kept trying to reach for Lucy, but no one would let her get close enough. Amanda leaned into me. "This Tricia bitch thinks that Lucy tried to steal her boyfriend. Apparently the boyfriend told her he had feeling for Lucy. Lucy had no fucking clue."

"Are you calling me a slut?" Tricia spat out.

"Fuck you!" Lucy yelled. "I'm not fucking calling you a slut!" She took a step forward. "But if cocks had wings you'd be fucking airport."

Tricia reached forward, trying to grab Lucy. Cameron moved her behind him. Then to Tricia, he said, "You tell your boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is
—
that if he keeps calling Luce, I'll find him and I'll fucking beat his ass."

Tricia calmed down, then eyed Cam up and down. She lifted her chin. "You call me when your sick of playing house with Plain Jane and want a taste of something better."

Lucy scrambled from behind him and raised her fisted hand. Cam was quick enough to hold it back. But somehow, a slapping sound was heard.

Amanda.

She towered over Tricia, "Get. Your. Shit. And. Leave. Now. Bitch." Her jaw was clenched. "Now." She repeated calmly.

***

"Holly hell," Amanda said through a yawn, "Tonight was good times."

Her head was on my lap; we were the last ones out of the Limo on the way home. "Yeah," I agreed.

"My favorite part was when you took my innocence in the bathroom."

I laughed once, rolling my head on the back of the seat. "Yeah, that or when you bitch slapped that girl."

A laugh rolled out of her, getting louder by the second. "I feel bad for Lucy. I mean
—
if anyone knows the effects of rumors it's me."

I stroked her hair. "How bad was it? I mean...that summer?"

She shrugged. "I'm not going to lie. It was bad. But we move on. We get over it. Make new memories, you know?"

I smiled down at her. "Yeah, we do."

Then she sat up and kissed me. And I got lost
—
in this moment, and in her
—
until she giggled into my mouth. "What's funny?" I asked against her lips.

She pulled back, trying to contain her laughter. "If cocks had wings you'd be an airport."

I laughed with her.

"I so don't want to work tomorrow," she whined.

"Sucks."

Then it was quiet for a minute.

"So," I started. I don't know if what I said next is
—
I don't know
—
normal
—
but I'd been thinking about it for a while. "I think you should just move your stuff into my room. We could rent out yours and save you some money. Then maybe you can cut back
—
"

"What?" she cut in. "Like, move in with you?"