The After of Us (Judge Me Not #4)(4)

I can’t disagree, so I say, “It is pretty shocking, huh?”

“For sure,” he agrees, nodding.

Nash hasn’t changed one bit since high school, so I have no hesitation in relaying the details of my party to him. I figure he can dig up more party guests, no problem.

I finish up my party-plan spiel with, “So, if you know anyone who might want to stop by the house—”

Nash cuts me off with a wave of his hand. “Say no more, my man.” He pats me on the back. “Gartner, dude, I promise you one thing.”

“Oh, yeah, what’s that?”

“I am going to make it my personal mission that your last night in this goddamn town is a f*cking night to remember.”

His words are meant to make me feel good. But suddenly, an impending sense of doom, like my world is about to fall apart, comes over me.





Will



The party is in full swing, and I am officially f*cked-up.

“Lick…” a sugary voice whispers as a set of doubleD tits are thrust in my face. “…right here.”

The well-endowed girl—I have no clue of her name—proceeds to straddle me.

“Do it, man.”

That’s Nash’s voice, in the background, urging me on. He brought the girl, along with about a hundred other people. Thank God I had the good sense to cordon off the party zone to the massive pool area in the back of my parents’ house.

Salt glistens on the double-Ds in my face, beckoning me to do as the girl has requested—lick.

Ah, hell, who am I to resist?

Leaning forward in a lounger sagging from our weight, I lick and lap at the girl’s salty flesh. When I lean back, Nash hands me another shot of Patrón.

I down the clear liquid in a single gulp.

“Good boy,” double-Ds purrs.

She produces a slice of lime from somewhere—maybe from her royal blue bikini bottom?—and holds it out to me, pinched between coral nails.

Before I can accept the lime, she jerks her hand away. “Hey,” I protest.

Giggling, she reaches around her back and undoes the tie holding up her bikini top. Next thing I know, she’s rubbing the lime wedge all over her wide nipples.

Hungry for her flesh, I lean forward and suck in one sweet-ass, lime-flavored pink areola into my mouth.

“Wanna f*ck?” the girl whispers, as I lick and suck and grow hard beneath her wiggling ass.

I do, but I don’t.

Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I lean back in the chair. Nash has left. He clearly brought this blonde bimbo for me, as a going-away gift.

Oh, what to do, what to do…?

I scan the area, blinking as I take in all the glowing tiki torches amongst the red-rock grottos and waterfalls. It really is pretty back here, and private, in spots. Despite all the people milling about, there are about a half a dozen secluded grottos interspersed among the large cacti and frilly desert plants. Those grottos are perfect little nooks to sneak into and f*ck like animals, if that’s what I’m inclined to do—and I sort of am.

Only thing holding me back is that I don’t have a condom on me. Up in my room, yes, I have plenty. Unfortunately, though, since I’m comfortable and content underneath this girl, I have no inclination to run inside and tromp all that way up the goddamn stairs.

I could always go bareback.

No, shit, that’s the tequila talking. Cassie and I used to get careless when we were f*cked up. But at least I knew she was clean. I’m not about to take that kind of a crazy chance with a stranger. Bad enough I’m already drunk and considering it.

Damn, I’m going to be a wreck tomorrow for my flight.

Sliding the girl down so she’s no longer pressing on my hard-on, I politely decline her offer.

“Your loss,” she snaps as she re-ties her top and gets up off of me.

“I’m sure it is,” I reply, adjusting myself.

Double-Ds-chick takes off, with a huff, and becomes lost in the crowd in no time. I stay in the lounger a while longer, waiting for my dick to calm the f*ck down. When I’m no longer sporting noticeable wood, I get up off my ass and make my way to the back door that leads to the kitchen. I need a break from the crowd, and a glass of water would do me a world of good right about now.

No more tequila, I vow, and no more sucking random tits.

“But they sure did taste fine,” I mutter to myself. Shit, I really need to get laid. “Fuck.”

In my mom’s state-of-the-art kitchen, I turn on the fancy faucet. Lowering my head to the sink, I drink straight from the tap. Take that for fancy. I also splash some cold water on my face, hoping to sober up.

I should feel good tonight, but I don’t. The party has been fun and all, but I still can’t shake that damn feeling of doom that sprung up yesterday at the store.

This is ridiculous.

Probably just my nerves getting the best of me, seeing as I leave to start a brand-new life in less than twelve hours.

I stare out the window above the sink, taking in all the partygoers in the back. There’s a lot of drinking going on out there. People are laughing, talking, with little groups convened here and there. At one table, they’re passing around a blunt.

God, I want to join them.

I can almost taste the sweet herb and feel the burn in my lungs. And, in that moment, I want to get high, more than anything else.