Gold (All that Glitters #2)(109)

She walked into Eric’s house, unannounced, and found him lounging in the living room, watching The Avengers.

“You’re not dressed up,” she said. She placed her hands on her hips.

They had both agreed to dress up.

His eyes crawled over her body, and his jaw dropped. She appreciated the look as she had gone all out in a bright red devil costume, including a red corset, boy shorts, and garter with mile-high heels, horns, and a tail.

“You didn’t either,” he joked.

“You’re hilarious.”

“Queen Bee is out to play tonight.” He hopped off the couch and straight toward her.

He moved in for a kiss, and she darted out of the way.

“Lipstick.”

He laughed. “All right. I don’t have to kiss those lips then.” He kissed down her throat while his hands grabbed her ass.

“Dear God, we’re never going to make it out of this house, are we?” she asked.

He met her gaze. “Do you want to? I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you all night as it is.”

“I think this will be fun to witness,” she teased. “Now, what the hell are you wearing anyway?”

“I’m Coach Galloway.” He pointed at the name on his shirt.

She glared at him. “You stole one of his shirts and are basically going as yourself? That’s not dressing up, Cowboy.”

“All right. I hate dressing up, but you look hot.”

“Jerk.”

He looked her up and down and seemed to be considering something. “I do have a great idea for a costume.”

“What’s that?”

“How about you be the devil on my shoulder?”

He scooped her up before she had a chance to realize what he’d said, and he effortlessly hoisted her onto his shoulder.

“Oh my God, Eric, put me down. Right now! What the hell is wrong with you?” But she was laughing.

“Come on, Hollywood. Devil on my shoulder.” He adjusted the weight so that one arm was holding both of her legs to keep her from moving.

“I get the joke! Now, put me down.”

“I don’t know about that.” He playfully smacked her ass. “I have a pretty awesome view right now.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I don’t think you’re exactly in a position to say that,” he teased.

“You just wait.”

He laughed and righted her once more. “You’re so feisty.”

“Damn right I am,” she snapped.

He grabbed her face, and ignoring her protest about the lipstick, he kissed her long and hard. The world slipped away, and she remembered all too well why she and Eric were a perfect match.

He released her and wiped his mouth off with a laugh. “You were right about the lipstick.”

She leaned into him. “I can think of a time you would want it on you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, intrigued.

“When it makes a circle around your cock.” She winked.

“How about we skip the party, and you show me exactly what you mean?”

Bryna giggled again. “You can’t get out of going out with me, but I promise to be a very bad girl later.”

Eric drove them over to the Slutfest party in his Jeep with the promise to stay sober enough to drive them home. Lauren had ensured everyone that there were a ton of rooms for her friends to stay the night if they got drunk, but neither of them wanted to do that when they had a big comfortable bed at Eric’s house.

True to Lauren’s word, the house was already slammed with people when they arrived. They fought their way through the crowd. A couple of kegs were out back, and there were coolers full of Hunch Punch. Eric scooped Bryna out a glass and grabbed a beer for himself before they ventured back inside to find their friends.

Music was blaring from the surround-sound speakers. Bryna caught the eye of the DJ, and he waved. It was the guy from the radio station that she had used for her party last semester. She thought his name was Damon or Damien or something. She waved back before leaving that room behind.

They ran right into Stacia and Trihn as they entered the house.

“There you are!” Bryna cried.

Stacia looked hot in a slutty referee costume, but Trihn had surprised them all with her outfit. She had gone all out in a cheerleading uniform. She was wearing Stacia’s black-and-gold Gamblers top and a tiny little skirt with plain white shoes. Her ombre hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and a huge gold-and-silver bow took over her head. She looked gorgeous. It was also crazy to see Trihn in a cheerleading uniform. She was model tall and filled out the uniform like a champ, but it was so not her normal edgy look.

Eric even laughed when he saw her. “I get it,” he joked.

Trihn shrugged and uncertainly looked back at Neal. Bryna knew that Trihn and Neal had had another argument about the party. She was sure that he wasn’t pleased that, on top of the party, he also had to deal with her looking like a cheerleader. Bryna truly thought it was only a matter of days before Neal would be kicked to the curb, but Trihn had insisted that this was the only problem in their relationship.

“What are you dressed up as?” Bryna asked Neal.

His eyes met hers with disdain, and Bryna plastered a fake smile on her face.