Wanting Winter(29)

I look at Trent. He seems a little turned on and a little angry. His eyes go to his best friend, to me, then to Candice who is smiling brightly. I don’t even know what their dance was like as I was too much into my own. I turn to Drake who is looking to the ground, his confidence gone.

I swear, though, in that few minutes he seemed different.

Shaking it off, I bounce over to Trent and Candice. “Who won? Like I need to ask,” I joke.

“Let’s go and see.” She links her arm through mine guiding us to the bar. “By the way, I looked over a couple of times, and I will admit, you and Drake looked hot dancing.” She winks at me.

“I wanted to make sure I won,” I tell her. “Were you all sexy on Trent? I hope he didn’t stand there like a statue.”

“You didn’t see us?”

I shake my head. “Sorry, I was really into dancing. I bet you acted like a stripper and Trent was the pole.” I laugh.

“Something like that. Too bad you didn’t see,” she says shaking her head.

Once we are at the bar, we wait for the bartenders to serve their customers then they come over, clapping their hands. Candice and I bow our heads, acting like we are winning an Oscar.

“So who won?” I ask, jumping up and down.

“It was really close; you both were extremely hot, but we all agree that the winner is…” A girl with long red hair says drumming on the bar with her hands. “Winter and her partner,” she says, and I jump up and down screaming.

“I knew it,” I shriek with glee.

“I want a recount of votes,” Candice says, a little upset.

“There was just something more carnal with Winter and her guy; it was like sex through dance,” the redhead says.

I turn, facing Drake and Trent. Drake looks a little embarrassed while Trent looks a little angry and he is glaring at his friend.

“It was just a laugh. You know I get competitive.” I try and ease the atmosphere that has changed around us.

“I hope you enjoyed dancing with my girl.” Trent pulls me into his side looking at Drake.

“Trent stop it; it was just for fun. I am sure you enjoyed your little dance.” I tap his chest. “He has done nothing wrong. Now leave him alone,” I say with a sterner voice. “You two are just sore losers and taking it out on us. I am not in the mood for the rest of the night to be ruined by this.”

“You’re right, sorry. You know I don’t like losing,” Candice says.

“I know. We had a laugh and giggle. Let’s get a drink and have fun again.”

Everyone nods their heads and I order the next round in.

Another half an hour goes by and things pick up, but I do feel a little tension between Trent and Drake. Candice and I go dance to a few songs, and when a waitress who walks over with a tray of shots every now and then, we order some. I feel like I have drunk more as my body is a little slumpish and the rest of the guys look fine.

I am a lightweight.

“I am going to go to the bathroom and to touch up my makeup,” Candice says, standing.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to have a cigarette. Will you be okay?” Trent asks me.

“I’ll be fine. Drake is with me.” I hug Drake’s arm, my head going to his shoulder. Trent looks like he wants to stay but I wave him off.

“She’ll be fine, stop being such a worrier,” Candice says pulling him away. I watch them go.

“I have had fun tonight,” I tell Drake. “Have you?”

“Yes, it’s been interesting. Would you like some water?”

I shake my head. “Just let me stay here. You are so comfy.” I snuggle into his arm.

“That’s a thing I have never heard a girl say to me,” he chuckles.

“Well, that’s a shame because you are. I could stay here all night.” I smile into his arm.

“My arm is yours.”

“Yay… now I have three arms,” I slur a little and he laughs.





Eleven





Trent





I hate leaving Winter.

I think a part of me is jealous of my friend. I saw how she was dancing with him, how he was looking at her. Seeing him hold her, seeing that look on his face that I see every fucker around look at her with…

I know he wouldn’t betray me—he isn’t the type—but I still didn’t like it.

I shouldn’t hate him, but I do because I saw that she looked at him differently. It was only a moment, but I saw it.

Then again, I have no right to feel like this.

Candice was dancing all over me, grinding herself against my crotch. Yeah, my cock enjoyed the attention, but my mind kept going to my girl and my best friend.

Mental images of them together make me see red as I picture this fucked up situation as if it were the other way around: Drake blackmailing Winter to sleep with him. I wonder what she would do in that situation.

Deep down, I know what she would do.

I push the thoughts away.

Right now, knowing what is about to happen, the guilt is hitting me. I am angry with my best friend, angry that he and Winter are clueless and here I am about to sleep with my girlfriend’s best friend, and I am the angry one.

Candice and I walk down to the first floor where the bathrooms are. She is a few feet ahead of me, but she looks back every now and then to make sure I’m following her. Knowing I’m about to have sex should make me angrier, but right now I need a fucking release. I am so wound up and frustrated, especially over this situation.