“Dude, how are we ditching them?” I poured beer into Malik’s cup. There was no way in hell I’d hook up with Carrie again. She just didn’t do it for me.
“Already?” With a snicker, he grabbed another cup from the stack on the counter. “We could disappear into the backyard while they’re pouring their wine?”
“It’s hot as fuck out there.” I glanced toward the sliding glass doors next to one of the two couches and poured a second beer, looking around me. Where else could we go? My gaze landed on a bottle of tequila sitting by itself on the counter. “Hey, let’s do a shot.” If we were stuck with Carrie and Riley, we’d need it.
“Good thinking.” Malik patted my back and sipped his beer. “Oh, here they come.”
I returned the hose to the tap and gulped my beer as Carrie stopped next to me. “Hey, we’re doing a shot over there.” I pointed to the lonely bottle. That baby was ours.
“Okay.” Flipping her dark hair behind a shoulder, she took my hand in hers and guided me toward it, past a few girls talking in a circle, one of them eyeing me up and down.
Malik, already unscrewing the cap from the bottle, said, “Grab some of those shot glasses.”
“Okay.” A stack of Solo shot cups rested on the counter, and I pulled two off it and then laid them out.
With a sly grin, he poured the shots and picked one up. “Cheers, man.”
“Cheers.” I grasped my filled cup and raised it to his. This would burn so well. As my gaze locked on his, I said, “To the best year ever with?—”
“The love of your life?” He sniggered and downed the shot.
“Yeah…” He was the love of my life so far, wasn’t he? Damn, if only I could find him in female form. I poured the tequila down my throat and hissed, the heat gliding all the way into my belly.
A few hoursand too many shots later, I jogged to the patio doors behind Malik. “Hurry.” We’d told Carrie and Riley wehad to piss and had made our escape when they’d found some friends.
As he fumbled with the handle, he laughed. “I’m trying here. I think it’s locked.”
I patted his back as my body leaned against him, his muscles flexing against my chest and stomach. “Dude, how fucked up are you?” I giggled.
“Got it.” Flipping a latch up, he shoved the door wide, and we spilled onto the quiet of the back patio.
After sliding the door shut behind me, I jogged to him, resting his back against the stucco of the house, a wide smile stretching his lips. “How long do you think before they search for us?”
“I’d give it another minute.” Because they’d been glued to our sides all night, we’d been unable to get a word in with anyone else. I’d tried. I stepped toward Malik, and he snatched my arm, yanking me into him.
Stumbling into his front, I slapped my hands on the wall by his head to break my fall. “Dude, what the hell?” My chest lay flat against his, and our dicks brushed through our shorts. My cock woke. Shit, not cool. I jutted my ass out.
“I thought I saw a shadow in the glass. I didn’t want them to see you standing there.” As he turned his head to face me, his breath whispered across my cheek and our gazes locked.
I stared at him, his features stunning under the glow of the full moon above us. He had the most amazing dark eyes—always full of emotion. My heart pattered against my ribcage, and my gaze fell to his full lips, parted under a thin scruff. If I kissed him, would it be scratchy? I’d lost my mind. Damn tequila. It was like a drug.
“Grey…” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my hips to meet his. In a rasp, he said, “Come closer, so they don’t see you.” His breath quickened against my cheek.
My dick plumped inside my shorts and brushed against his. Was he getting hard too? What the hell was wrong with my cock? It was just a response to being touched, nothing more. “How much closer do I have to be?” I bent my arms at the elbows, resting my forearms on the wall beside his head, melting into him. Being close to him was nice. “Hey, hug me.” I didn’t know why, but I needed it. Maybe it was the phone call with Julie today.
“Hug you?” He wrapped his powerful arms around my waist, one higher than the other, and his warm hand rested between my shoulder blades. “Like this?” He skimmed his cheek against mine. “You okay, man?”
“I’m…I’m okay.” I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. His hugs were the best. He soothed something in my soul. “I spoke to Julie today.”
“You did? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He brushed his hand across my back and then lifted it to cup the back of my head, pushing my face into his shoulder. “Tell me what she said.”
“There’s a woman named Ella Astor who’s interested in me. Julie saw her at a function.” I melted into his embrace, my pulse thrumming in my ears, my cock pushing into my waistband and resting solidly against his. The world spun around me. Must be the tequila.
“So, are you interested in her?” he whispered, and his throat dipped against my neck.
“I don’t know. No.” I closed my eyes and pressed my dick against his. Sensation shivered up my spine, and my breath hitched. What was I doing? It felt good, though. “She was the best of the bunch that my dad introduced me to.”
As his dick jerked against mine, he shifted. “Grey, um…what are you doing? What are we?—”