Page 78 of Bad Crush
Dakota starts laughing. Then Rhett joins her. Reagan looks at me with a placating smile.
“What am I missing?”
“Uhh…” Liam starts. He’s a freshman and probably the nicest guy on the team, so I wait for him to tell me what’s going on because he’ll be straight with me.
Reagan squeezes my hand. “Ginny sent out a group text this morning.”
“But…”
“She knew you’d say yes. Besides, it’s Maverick’s birthday.”
I shake my head. It wasn’t about Reagan and me at all. Though maybe that’s the point.
For the next few hours, the party grows. More people arrive, and the music gets louder. I’m leaning against the railing, and Reagan stands in front of me, her back to my chest. The wind blows her hair away from her neck, and I dip my head to kiss her.
“This is kind of perfect. Me, you, our friends,” I say against her soft skin.
“It is, isn’t it?”
“How long until I can steal you away?”
She laughs like I’m kidding. My kisses on her neck become harder. It’s real easy to get carried away where Reagan is concerned.
“Mav requested that we play sardines later.”
“I don’t think that’s happening.” I point toward him across the deck. He’s kissing one girl, and another is plastered to his side, sucking on his neck.
“Oh,” Reagan says. “That’s kind of hot.” She turns in my arms. “Have you ever had a threesome?”
“Ummm…”
“Tell me. I don’t care,” she insists.
“Just once. It was… tricky.”
“I think I’d lose my mind if some other girl put her hands on you.” She slides her hands up my chest.
“Good, because I’m not big on the idea of sharing you either. I like this. Us. Just the two of us. Though I can think of some ways to get… tricky if you want later.”
Her smile is so big I want to keep talking to let her know how much I’m digging this, but my dick is growing harder against her. Talk of sex, threesomes, or Reagan tends to have that effect. Combined, and I’m ready to fuck her right here. I guess she has the same idea because she pushes her hips into me and inhales sharply.
“Maybe we could sneak away just for a few minutes?”
I tug her, already halfway across the deck before she’s finished the last word. “I’m never going to say no to that.”
22
Reagan
Expect good things—flowers, jewels, amazing sex. LOTS of it. Manifest your own damn luck.
I’m sittingon Adam’s lap, one arm around his neck, fingers absently playing with his hair as our friends argue over whether butter and margarine are the same thing. I have no idea how we got on this topic. It’s late, and most people have gone home.
We’re all outside because Mav is celebrating his birthday in the living room. And by celebrating, I mean there’s a good chance he’s having a threesome on the couch. Happy freaking birthday to him.
I kind of miss him, though. Our group never feels quite right without his shenanigans.
“Margarine is processed bullshit,” Liam says. It’s maybe the meanest thing I’ve ever heard him say. He’s got this wholesome goodness about him, from his perfectly kept blond hair and preppy clothes to the polite way he talks and acts. I’m surprised he’s out this late, to be honest. He’s the kind of guy I assume follows a strict curfew, and also takes vitamins.
