Blasphemous (Torn #3)(48)
But the joke was lost on me. “Okay, care to tell me what is in her phone?”
Lindsey shoved the phone at me before laughing again.
“YOU f*ukING DIDN’T! TRISTA!!!!!!!” Sent. I stared at that word, aghast and about to have a panic attack.
“Oh! COME ON! It’s just a little, nice, harmless reminder.”
Harmless? Seriously? A collage of me with my costume on, another with a zoomed capture of my cleavage, another of me with my naked backside and lastly, another picture of me making out with Bass while we were on the yacht that summer. With a caption: Miss me yet?
She sent it to Bass. He probably thought it was me who sent it.
Oh, God! Oh, God. How embarrassing.
“He wanted a picture of Taylor dressed as Scarface and I ended up sending more than intended,” Trista explained as her phone beeped. She checked the damn thing, knowing it was Bass who was sending her a message.
“What’d it say?” Lindsey curiously asked.
“You guys look great together. Enjoy Carter’s party. I’ll see you both in six weeks,” Trista spoke whilst reading the message.
Ouch. I flinched inwardly at the blatant rejection.
f*uking ouch.
“Well, that sounds gay.” Lindsey pouted as she slung her arm around my neck. “It’s not the end of the world, babe. Let’s go back inside and see Austin Powers for some booze. I think it’ll do us both a world of good if we could just dance the night away.”
“A shot would do.” Or a dozen.
One hour, two shots of Patron and two sake bombs later, the four of us—along with Taylor—hovered around the bar area. The alcohol was taking forever to work and I needed it to work like right the f*uk now.
When I ordered another shot, Austin Powers suggested a boob shot.
Eh?
“It’s easy! You can try it on me.” Lindsey suggested, in her dominatrix, sexy cop outfit.
Meh. “Why the f*uk not? Let’s do it.”
Lindsey dipped her finger in my shot and wetted her cleavage before sprinkling it with salt, while Amber had a piece of lemon atop her breasts.
“I swear my friends aren’t usually this kinky!” I could hear Trista making excuses for us to Taylor.
Bending over, I stuck my tongue out and licked all the salt from her cleavage before my teeth caught the shot glass. Pulling it slowly before tipping it with swift succession and launching myself at Amber’s boobage, then biting into the lemon slice with a shiver coursing through me.
Lemon.
A f*uking lemon!
f*ukity-f*uk-f*uk.
“What the f*uk’s going on here?” Carter. “Don’t give anymore body shots to my f*uking sister and my girl. They’re causing a scene,” he barked at someone. Possibly at Austin Powers and Dr. Evil who were behind me.
“Sorry, sir,” someone apologized, but I didn’t glance to check who it was.
Because Carter had just found me, I saw the change of annoyance to the primal hunger in a second as he slowly scrutinized me from head to foot like I was a mirage or something.
My girl. I wasn’t his, but he still called me that.
“Damn, am I the only one getting excited here? Is it hot or what?” Trista interjected, but Carter was too focused on me to hear her.
The heat from his gaze turned me on—a tad. When Carter didn’t say anything, I strode towards him and stuck my tongue down his throat. Okay, maybe I was more than a tad turned on, but hell, I missed having someone look at me that way. I vowed then that I was going to enjoy single life to the maximum.
Carter and I were so consumed with each other that we forgot we were in the middle of a party, his party, until Amber reminded us that the auction was starting in ten minutes. “You need to let go of the prize, please?” Amber cleared her throat as she tried to unclasp Carter’s grip from my hips.
“I’m not letting go, Amber.” Carter kissed my forehead before we joined the rest with a frowning Lindsey.
“Really? Of all the guys to choose from, you had to choose him again for your rebound? Don’t you want variety?” Lindsey clearly wasn’t all too happy about the make-out session.
Carter groaned in exasperation at his sister. “Are you insinuating that Emma should sleep around? Are you freaking kidding me! You’re my sister for crying out loud! A little support would be nice.”
She just rolled her eyes at him. As always, when it came to her brother, Lindsey loved him, yeah, but she was pretty harsh when she dished out her opinion of her brother.
“Well, if it makes a difference, I’m actually going on a date with Jeremy from the Lacrosse team on Monday,” I announced to my friends, but Taylor’s disapproval didn’t go unnoticed.
I get that he was Bass’s friend, but a little support would be nice since I now considered him a good friend, too.
“Jeremy Long? Damn, girl. Work it!” Amber cheered me on while I saw a smile break from Lindsey’s face.
“Thank Heavens! You need to date as much as you can. Jeremy Long would be a nice start.”
Yes, he definitely was, I silently agreed as I remembered the guy in question.
“Date as much as you want, as long as you don’t kiss or do anything else with any of these guys, I can be somewhat okay with that,” Carter leaned into me, whispering into my ear.
I was more than taken aback. Did he just say that?