Page 67 of Exes That Puck
Carter howls again, and we all laugh. Fucking idiots.
Then we hear rustling from behind the bed.
“Who’s there?”
Carter jumps over and starts cracking up when he looks on the other side of the bed. “Why the fuck are you two hiding in here?”
Two underclassmen stand up awkwardly, waving and giggling. “Sorry.”
“It’s off limits in here,” Scott says firmly.
Rocky looks them over. “Alright, let’s play truth or dare.”
We form a circle on the floor. Carter and Scott can’t stop staring at Daisy’s chest—she’s in our grade and has a reputation with half the team. They call her Double D, and it’s not just about her initials.
Things get interesting when Dylan and his personal trainer joins the circle. She’s stunning, and suddenly Scott’s attention shifts completely. Dylan looks protective and nervous. I stay out of most of the questions, not wanting to get involved in whatever drama is brewing between Scott and him.
After about ten minutes of this stupid game, I excuse myself. I need to check on my sister and make sure she’s not getting too wasted. I walk through the house, taking a few shots with guys from my sports psychology class, then find all six girls back on the dance floor.
I claim the same couch and watch Kara, sipping my drink. There’s no show this time. She’s not on her knees with her tongue out like at that other party. Though I wouldn’t complain if she was. That was hot as hell, and I want her just like that for me tonight in my bedroom.
The alcohol makes me bold, so I pull out my phone.
Zeke:Ride me like that tonight?
Zeke: God, you’re beautiful.
Zeke:I’m dating the most beautiful woman.
Zeke:I love you so much.
I watch her, waiting for her to check her phone. I’m relieved when she doesn’t because it means she’s having fun, and that’s all I want for her right now.
About thirty minutes later, I can see how drunk she’s gotten. She grabs her phone and reads my messages, her head whippingaround the room until her eyes find mine. I’m already staring, and her face lights up like I’m the only person in the room.
She smiles brightly and makes her way over, pointing at me. “You.”
“Me?” I ask.
She nods, and then her lips crash into mine. All I taste is raspberry vodka.
“You are not allowed to text me,” she says against my mouth, then kisses me again. I drink her in like she’s water in the desert.
I hear my sister shouting from behind her, so I flip her off without breaking the kiss.
Ava storms over and rips Kara off me. “You don’t deserve her, asshole!”
When I see Kara kind of stumble back, I stand, using my height as an advantage against my sister, but she’s feisty and drunk as hell, so she doesn’t back down.
“Leave it alone, Ava.”
She shakes her head violently. “Fuck no! Stay away from her! You’re no good for her!”
Kara looks drunk and confused between us. I turn back to Ava and whisper harshly, “I am nothing like your piece of shit boyfriend, Willy. So stop treating me like I’m him.”
She tries to hit me, but I grab her wrists.
“What the hell did Willy do to you? Do I need to kick his ass?” I snark, grabbing attention of other people at the party.
