Looking to Score(42)

His joke was lame at best. I honestly doubted he scrubbed his balls at all. Heath didn’t look like the type to take hygiene seriously. Oakley, however, wasn’t amused. “Out,” he said, pulling me closer.

“I was just playing, man,” Heath replied.

“I don’t really give a fuck. You disrespect Amanda, you disrespect me. Out.”

Heath rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. The macho display of protectiveness was cliche and...well...hot.

Oakley followed Heath with his eyes until the annoying fuckboy was out of the house. “That dumbass,” he growled.

“Down, tiger. As your publicist, I have to say getting into a fight with your teammate would probably look bad,” I said. He curled me even closer. Any more and I’d have my legs wrapped around his waist. “Did you get me any water?” I asked. All of that manly protectiveness had me hankering for a drink.

“Ah shit,” Oakley sighed. “No. I saw Heath talking to you, and I just…”

“Got adorably jealous and came to my rescue?” I offered.

“Got ferociously protective and planned to beat his ass in your honor.”

I chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get me some water.”

We made our way into the crowded kitchen, where the music was less loud but the chatter was just as intimidating. I’d been to plenty of parties like this. I knew the score. A sense of ick traveled up my spine, and I was hit in the gut with the embarrassment of what I’d done at my old school. Being here was like digging up the remains of my old life. I went to grab a drink, then frowned when I saw Kelseigh and her two buddies lock their laser eyes on Oakley and me.

“Do you want me to fight them off?” I joked as they started to walk over.

“Only if you’re naked and in a mud pit.” I looked at him wide-eyed, a challenge in my raised brows. “I mean, no. I can handle it,” he quickly added.

“Oooooakley!” Kelseigh whined in that all too familiar high-pitched, nasally, drunk girl song. “Where have you beeeeen?” She dragged out that last word and flung her arms around Oakley’s neck. “I missed you.” She giggled.

I wasn’t so much annoyed with Kelseigh as I was self-aware. Okay, I was both. But I used to be exactly like her. In fact, I probably would have been best friends forever with her if I had lived in Austin this time last year.

“Hey, Kels!” I teased. She looked over at me as though she had just realized I was there.

“Oh, hi, Lauren,” she replied, turning her attention back to Oakley.

Bitch didn’t even remember my name, and she had her fingers all up in my man’s hair. I let the jealousy flare. It only took a moment to get control of myself again, but damn, where did that even come from? I liked Oakley and all, but did seeing him like that with another woman really trigger me that much? Yep, I guess it did.

“Sorry, Kelseigh. But I gotta steal Oakley.” I reached out and physically grabbed him, separating him from her grip.

Oakley looked at me, amused, and I looked at him like if he even thought of accusing me of being jealous, I would shave off his eyebrows in his sleep. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” I asked.

“Solver, you read my mind. How come when I’m with you, I suddenly don’t feel like partying, hmm?”

“I am the party,” I joked with what I hoped was a flirty wink. I was crossing all sorts of boundaries tonight.

“Oh really now?”

“Really.”

“How about this,” Oakley began. “One dance, then we can go somewhere quiet. I want to see your moves.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a moment. “You just want an excuse to feel me up.” One glance in the living room gave me an idea of just the kind of “dancing” Oakley wanted to do. I wasn’t complaining, but I also didn’t want to end up on any Instagram stories, either. I already felt like the center of attention standing beside Oakley. I didn’t bother looking around, but I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. The entire fucking world was drawn to him, and I wanted to avoid that attention like the plague it was.

“I would love to feel you up, Solver. I’ve been thinking about how soft your skin feels.” Oakley was rumbling in my ear, and it was like my panties were doused in sriracha. “I’ve been thinking about how you taste. I’ve been thinking about those cute little moans that escape your lips when I touch you.”

Oh my Sushi. I needed a drink. Ice. Someone call an ambulance. Oakley continued, “I think about prying your pretty thighs open and—”

“Oh myyy godddd. If you don’t dance with him, I’ll fuck him on the dance floor,” Kelseigh interrupted. Oh. Could they hear us?

“One. Dance,” I conceded.

I let Oakley lead me into the living room. He turned toward me and slid his hands low around my waist, pulling me impossibly close. He started gyrating his hips to the rhythm. When I didn’t immediately follow along, he repositioned his hands so that one was holding me firmly at the base of my back, almost on my ass. He used this hand to keep my already roaring kitty glued to where I could feel his dick stiffen in his jeans.

Oakley lowered his mouth to my neck, his breath sending shivers down my entire body. He started slowly kissing me, starting by my ear and working his way down with featherlight touches. I was going to lose my ever-loving shit in the middle of this kegger, surrounded by practically the whole university. I was going to have to move. Again.