Gold (All that Glitters #2)(111)

Eric grabbed her hand without a word and pulled her through the party. She finished off her third glass of Hunch Punch on the way up the stairs to the second floor. She was staggering from the booze as they veered toward an empty room.

He pulled her inside, shut the door, and locked it. “I think I want to find out what’s under that costume now.”

“You already know,” she said. She ran her hands down his front. “Don’t be upset about those guys. I know what my reputation was. It’s just me and you now, right?”

“Yes. I just want to kill everyone who talks about you like that,” he told her.

“You wouldn’t have a football team to coach. And who cares? I’m with you now.”

He smiled and kissed her all over again. He walked her backward toward the bed. She climbed up there, but he turned her around and bent her at the waist. He reached out and stroked her through the thin layer of material that covered her body. She heard his pants hit the floor, and then he was peeling back the boy shorts.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this outfit all night,” he groaned.

The head touched her opening, and her body tightened in response.

“Take me then,” she told him.

And he did. He plunged inside her. From that angle, he hit her so deep, and she cried out. She hoped no one could hear her over the music, but she didn’t care.

Eric grabbed her with one hand on her shoulder and the other one on her hip, and then he pumped into her. It was exhilarating and wonderful. All the anger about what the guys had said fueled him. He drove into her over and over.

His fingers tangled into her hair, and he yanked her head backward. She moaned at the feel of it. God, I like it rough.

“God, I love when you moan and scream,” he said.

She moaned louder. He was delivering after all.

Their bodies were perfectly matched. She couldn’t stop herself. She released and felt her walls contracting around him. He grunted and jackknifed into her as he came viciously.

She lay there, panting for a minute, before cleaning up in the adjacent bathroom. Her hair was a hot mess. She finger-combed it, but anyone looking at her would know that someone had been pulling it. But she didn’t care at this point.

She turned to find Eric all put back together. The anger from earlier had dissipated. He looked euphoric.

“Want to get out of here?” he asked.

Bryna laughed. “We haven’t been here that long.”

“But I’m thinking of taking all those clothes off again already, and I’m not sure I’ll have the patience to find another room.”

She was still high off of her orgasm and maybe a little more than tipsy. All the alcohol seemed to hit her at once, and she took an unsteady step forward.

“What was in those drinks?” she murmured.

“Everclear.”

“My whole body is woozy. I can’t feel my head.”

Eric looked frightened. “In a bad way?”

“In a drunk way.” She bumped into him. “I want to dance!”

He laughed. “Okay, but no more drinks, crazy.”

She nodded her head, but she wasn’t sure if she was agreeing with him. Another drink didn’t sound that bad.

She took his hand, and he started down the stairs in front of her. She was watching her steps, so she wouldn’t slip in her heels when Eric stopped suddenly. Bryna fell into him and latched on to his arm to stay steady. Whoa! She was way drunker than she thought.

“Why’d you stop?” she slurred.

“Uh…let’s go this way.”

He tried to move her off to the right, but that was when Bryna saw what had stopped him short.

Audrey.

BRYNA MADE EYE CONTACT with Audrey across the few feet that separated them. She hadn’t thought about the fact that if Lauren was inviting everyone from school to the party that it meant Audrey would show up. She had been at Bryna’s own party at the house that Hugh had purchased for her. But it hadn’t clicked that she might be here today.

“What the f*ck, Eric?” Audrey cried. She closed the gap between them.

Bryna wrinkled her nose. The last time she had seen the bitch, Audrey had been on all fours on Eric’s bed. Just the thought made the liquor in her stomach turn.

“Audrey, don’t do this tonight. Just go back to your party,” Eric encouraged.

“Are you joking? I can’t believe you’re with this whore now!” Audrey yelled loudly.

It was loud enough that nearly everyone in the immediate vicinity looked over to see who she was talking about.

“She’s not a whore,” Eric said calmly. “And we’re going to walk away and pretend this never happened.”

“You can’t be serious. You’re scared of golddigging jersey-chasers, and you’ve settled for the biggest bitch of them all?” Audrey accused.

“You have no f*cking clue what you’re talking about,” Eric growled.

“I might be a bitch, but that does not make me a gold digger or a jersey-chaser,” Bryna spat.

“You’re known for both, and you want me to think it’s a coincidence that you’ve chosen Eric?”

“He’s not even a football player anymore!” Bryna yelled at her.

“Somehow that negates his multimillion-dollar trust fund?” Audrey yelled back.