Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(46)

“You need a mood enhancer. What’s the shot your sister Rory always makes?”

“A ‘bang me from behind’?”

Lu snapped her fingers. “Let’s pregame with those. I’ll line up the shot glasses, you find that inner slut and let her come out and play.”

It was impossible to resist Lu in a party mood. I loved her for that. “Fine. I’ll get ready. But I’m not wearing the mermaid dress.”



Lu knocked back three shots to my one. Mine was more like a half shot, which turned me into the DD.

Parking was a bitch. Why did the neighbors in this upscale neighborhood put up with this? It wasn’t like the house was just down the street from frat row.

I’d never seen so many people. Lu spied her senior design project partner and they strolled away, arm in arm, singing the school fight song.

As I wove through the throng, I didn’t recognize a single person. Maybe I oughta take it as a sign I’d outgrown these parties, because a few kids looked like high schoolers. What was Mase’s personal liability if the cops showed up? Maybe he wasn’t home. That would upset me more, to think Kyler was throwing parties because he thought he deserved it.

Stop being Debbie Downer and have some fun.

A bunch of jocks were standing on the steps, obstructing the entrance to the house, assigning a number to every female that walked by.

“Four.”

“Six.”

“Jesus, are you guys drunk? She’s a two at best.”

Laughter.

Tempting to kick every one of these douchebags in the nuts. As I tried to slide in behind them, I accidentally bumped one of them.

He whirled around with, “Watch it.”

“Then quit standing in front of the door.”

That had him blocking it even more. “Aw, hey baby, don’t be like that. You’re hot. Hang out with us. We’ll show you a good time.”

“Pass. I’m meeting someone. Now let me through.”

Surprisingly, he moved. I’d just made it inside when I heard, “Face and body a solid eight.”

“Yeah. Too bad she opened her mouth ’cause it dropped her to a three.”

Bite me, f*ckers.

Music blasted. The air temp inside was stifling. I scanned the clusters of people, hoping to spy Lu’s pigtails, when I caught a glimpse of the action in the living room. A guy sat in the center of the couch, two topless blondes straddling him, one chick riding each thigh. They were making out like crazy. They took a break to focus on the man whose eyes were closed and he wore a stupid, happy grin.

Yeah, Mase was completely down with this party.

I was jostled. I was groped. I was cajoled into taking pictures.

I was so over all of this.

Thirty minutes had passed when I finally gave up looking for Lu. I cut through the dining room, hoping to find Ky.

He wasn’t at his usual station in the kitchen. I fought the crowd and ended up outside.

It was a zoo out here too.

Anton and his group from rodeo club were in the backyard, leaning against the fence in that sexy casual way cowboys were so good at. Anton smiled at me, tipped his hat and returned his attention to whatever tall tale his buddy Diaz was spinning.

Tug and the other players wearing Sun Devils Football jerseys were gathered around the keg. Ky had to be close.

I found him out by the grill, each arm around a girl, a cup of beer in his hand.

When Ky noticed me, he forgot the women and barreled over, an enormous grin on his face. “Sierra! You came!”

That damn smile. I couldn’t help but grin back. “Sweet game today.”

“You were there?”

“Don’t be a dumbass. I never miss any of your games.”

“Man, it just…gelled. The last quarter we were in the motherf*cking zone! It was beautiful.”

“I know. I’m so proud of you, QB.”

“Thanks for coming tonight. It’s kinda crazy and I’m a little drunk but it means a lot that even now that you’re a company bigwig, you’re not too cool to hang out.”

“Never, cuz. I’m a McKay-kateer for life.”

“Damn straight.” Laughing, he picked me up and tried to spin me around, but forgot he was holding a beer and spilled the entire thing down the front of my shirt.

I leapt back. The empty cup hit the ground.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing says I had a rip-roaring Saturday night more than reeking of sour beer.”

The girl to my left snickered.

When I looked at Ky again, he was blushing. “What?”

“Uh, your shirt is transparent when it’s wet, and you can tell, I mean, it’s not like I’m staring at your…but, uh, it’s kinda obvious you’re not wearin’ a bra.”

I glanced down. Sure enough, the wet shirt was as clingy as plastic wrap.

Fucking fantastic. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Thanks, Ky.”

“I said I was sorry.” Kyler shoved his hand into his pocket, pulled out a key and thrust it at me. “Here. Grab a T-shirt from my room.”

Confused, I said, “You keep your bedroom door locked?”

“During parties? Yeah. Don’t need people f*cking or puking in my damn bed.”