Blasphemous (Torn #3)(59)
“Damn you guys! Why did you have to invite them here? Why did you have to throw a hissy fit if I didn’t come here tonight, Trista? I don’t think I can handle this.” Lindsey shot her a hateful glare.
“Oh, come the f*uk on, Lindsey! You ended things with Dimitris like forever ago. Big deal! That was last year. He’s not going to throw a damn tantrum just ‘cause you have another man after you. Brody, Carter, Cooper and a few other people are here because we grew up with them and, not to mention, Taylor is friends with them by association.” Trista huffed, getting up, frustrated at the both of us. “This is the first party I’ve ever thrown and it’s Taylor’s birthday for crying out loud. He’s done so much for me and I’m absolutely crazy about him. So, please, please, don’t screw this up. I need you guys’ support and help out there. I won’t ever forget it if you guys f*uk this up.”
Trista’s guilt speech made me feel, yep, like a selfish brat. She was right; she needed us to help out even if there were caterers, waiters and waitresses out there to get things moving.
“His mother and his brother will be here soon from Paris. This will be the first time I’m meeting them and I’m scared that they might not like me. Do you guys think Taylor will leave me if they don’t?”
“Trista, there’s nothing to worry about.” Lindsey smiled at her, handing her whatever’s left of the joint. “Here, it helps. Trust me. Just for tonight, we need it.”
“Fine, one puff, then we’re all out of here, kids!” Trista obliged with one puff like a pro, pulled it out then dabbed the entire thing on the side window before throwing it in the trash bin. “Now, scoot and put those pretty smiles on and cleavages out. Make sure you guys are the most charming hostesses, comprende?”
The pool was adorned with rose petals and water lilies scattered atop it along with a clear, thick glass above it, making it a dance floor. The lighting was subtle, romantic, and it perfectly went with the setting that Trista was going for.
“Emma Anderson! I’m a huge fan of the GQ photos. I’m Jacob and I go with Taylor to school. I was hoping for a picture?” A nice looking man with a charming smile intruded my thoughts.
“I’ll take the picture.” Amber came out of nowhere and offered with a mile-wide grin.
Jacob cleared his throat. “Is it possible if you could kiss my cheek? It’s my birthday next week so that could be your present for me.”
“Emma, sex kitten, go wrap those arms around him and give him a kiss he’ll never forget,” Amber goaded.
Will I ever get used to this life, someone asking for a picture or an autograph randomly? I saucily posed as Amber demanded and gave Jacob a hot kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, Emma! I can’t wait to see you in Blasphemous.” He blushed before walking away.
Carter and Brody came over, joining us with amused expressions on their faces. “You’re becoming a staple in the locker rooms, Emma,” Brody announced like he couldn’t believe why that was happening.
Carter stiffened, looking at Brody like he was out of his mind. “Who’s locker?”
“Like I’d tell you, hot head. Where’s Lindsey? I haven’t seen her around,” Brody asked his usual question each time we were around.
He needed to man-up and demand Lindsey to take him seriously. They were having sex for crying out loud, yet she kept him at a distance.
“She’s somewhere. Do you need a refill, Brody? I can get one for you,” Amber offered, smiling at him.
“I’m good. This one’s my second and I need to slow down if I want to last for tonight.” He declined her offer with a shrug.
My eyes shot-out at a passing waiter with lemon drop shots. I hastily grabbed two and took them, one after the other without hesitation.
I needed to calm the f*uk down. Bass gave me palpitations. He looked like he’d been working out more. His hot body used to make my undies wet, but now, I came in them. Yeah, his arms and chest were bigger and I wanted to feel them badly. That was until Nik called. From then on, I just wanted to murder him.
“Emma, slow down.” Carter pulled me to the side, whispering into my ear, “Want to go somewhere quiet and chill for a little bit?”
Looking from the commotion inside the house, I would bet my soul that Bass just arrived. Bass with Nikki in his arms was the last thing I needed to see. “I’d love that.”
Carter excused us from Brody and Amber as he pulled me close, directing us towards a dark corner, reaching the side of the house that led to a gazebo. The music could still be heard from here, but it was more of a background ambiance.
Even if I was extremely nervous with Bass around, I felt somewhat good now. Thanks to alcohol and Lindsey.
Carter gathered me in his arms, kissing my forehead, before he planted one on my nose, and then a soft one on my lips. “Feeling okay, baby? Anything I can help to make you less… tense?”
Without a word, I kissed him. Knowing how much Carter wanted me, he didn’t even protest as his lips practically ate me. One of his hands was on my breast and I guided it between my thighs. “Make me feel good, please.”
Yes, I thought as I moaned, eyes closed and focused on the sensations my body was feeling.
We were gone for over an hour. I came so much that my underwear was disposed of in the garbage bin. I felt bad that Carter didn’t even get a release, but he made me promise that once we got back home I was going to make him come—one way or the other.