Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(19)

Sunny points down at us and cackles like a fucking witch. “Ooops, sorry,” she mocks, smirking.

“Pool party,” some drunk dickhead shouts, and bodies begin hitting the water.

I’m not drunk enough for this shit. “You want to come inside and get out of that?” I offer Chastity, but the heat I felt from her briefly is fucking ice cold now, and the hate grimace is back on her pretty face.

“Eat a bag of dicks,” she snaps, then attempts to blow hair from her face with no avail.

“Why a whole bag? That’s just wrong,” I counter.

“You’re just wrong. Stay away from me.” She shudders, goosebumps sprinkling over her flesh.

“Whatever, ice princess.”

Pulling myself from the pool, I strip down to my boxers to the catcalls of partygoers and leave my wet clothes where I stand.

Fuck it. Time to numb the senses.




My buzz is strong from a round of shots placed on the counter inside. I’m slightly unsteady on my feet and find myself moving to the beat of some chick playing through the speakers or a mic or whatever. I stuff another piece of meat in my face from one of the many plates lurking around. The crowd has thinned a little, but everyone is in high spirits drinking, dancing, and making out.

The pool is full of idiots. Far back in my mind I know I should tell them to get out, but fuck it.

“Why are you naked?” God asks, coming through the front door stone-cold sober. Where the fuck has he been all night? I look down at myself. I’m still wearing my boxers, which are now dry. “Sunny pushed me in the pool,” I hiccup.

“Okay,” is all he says, disappearing through to the rec room.

I want to go after him and ask where he’s been, but I need to piss.

Making it up the stairs, clicking of stilettos follow. Without looking, I know it’s Sunny. She’s had her eyes on me all night like a creeper waiting in the shadows for their prey to be drunk enough to seduce.

I bypass the main guest bathroom and make my way to God’s room, opening the door and leaving it ajar for her to follow.

“I thought you were going to leave me hanging all night.” She closes the door behind her and traces my steps over to the bed.

Raking my gaze over her, they drop to the bottle of Jim Beam, she’s carrying, waggling it in her hand at me like it’s a prize I’ve won.

Unscrewing the cap, she saunters the last few steps, trying to tempt me into more than the drink. She’s hot, always has been, but gets clingy, so I’ve never re-visited our one time together despite her best efforts.

“You want?” She licks her lips before taking a sip of the bottle. She then leans forward and dribbles the amber fire into my mouth.

That’s hot.

Pushing against my shoulders, she guides me to lay back on the bed, parts my knees, and slides between them.

I take the bottle from her and chug until every part of my throat and stomach fills with lava.

My thoughts are swimming in the high, making no sense of anything, and that’s good—that’s what I need.

Nimble fingers grasp and tug at my boxers, freeing my cock. A warm palm strokes firm and tight along my shaft. There’s a voice faint in the back of mind warning me this is a bad idea, but I try to wash it away with the hum of alcohol in my bloodstream.

My dick struggles to gain its usual hard appetite. My fucking brain won’t switch off despite Sunny’s administrations.

“You want my mouth, Romeo?” Her voice drips with lust, but I just can’t fucking focus on this or her. If I were sober, I wouldn’t go near her. She caught feelings for me in high school and using her will just make her think there’s something here that isn’t.

I don’t need to use chicks and their infatuations for sexual favors. I can get them from party girls who, like me, just want an escape and a good time.

Willing my groggy brain to focus, I sit up and guide her by the biceps to stand.

“Something wrong, baby?” She presses the pads of her fingers to her lips, and as much as I want to sort through the right words to say, I’m just too far fucking gone. The haze of drunkenness has me swimming in a black sea without searchlights.

“Romeo?” She chokes up now, and I get to my feet, swaying, and pull my shorts over my ass.

“Can you get out? I need to piss and sleep.”

Fuck, I need to sleep.

“What about…?”

“Summer, just go.”

Slap.

Motherfucker. Tiny pinpricks expand over my face from her palm hitting my cheek.

Before I even realize they’re closed, I’m opening my eyes and narrowing them on her.

“Ow.”

“You called me Summer. My name is Sunny. You’ve known me for six years!”

I walk past her and hold onto the door to steady myself. “It’s been fun.”

She’s pissed. Her arms are now folded under her tits and there’s a grimace on her face.

“You’re a pig, you know that?” she growls, storming past me.

“Apparently so,” I snort, slamming the door behind her ass.

I drag my feet to the bathroom. As soon as I hit the threshold, my heart leaps into my mouth. A figure greets me inside.

“Shit,” I breathe, grabbing my chest to make sure my heart didn’t just explode.