creep toward the door, I fall in behind King, hating the way he pushes me right behind him so that I can’t see a damn thing that’s going down.
When we reach the massive front door, I hear a loud familiar groan from the opposite side just as the impatient knocking sounds again. I let out a relieved sigh, my eyes briefly closing. “Thank fuck. It’s just Sara.”
“Sara?” Cruz questions. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“More like how the fuck did she get through both the fucking gates without a code and manage to put herself on Winter’s doorstep without the alarms going off?” Grayson mutters.
“I can hear you in there,” Sara calls through the door. “Open the fucking door so I can beat Winter’s stupid ass.”
“Well, shit. This just got a little more exciting,” Cruz says, his eyes sparkling with delight at the thought of witnessing a girl fight. He steps right into the door and instantly swings it wide, only just giving me a slight second to step out from behind King.
“YOU,” Sara roars, laying her eyes on me and glaring furiously. She welcomes herself right into my home and for a brief second, I’m wondering how the hell she knows where I live. She storms right up to me, shoving her fingers right into my chest and poking my left tit until it hurts. “Because of you, the whole fucking school thinks I have a hard-on for you.”
I laugh, shoving her hand away and rubbing my sore tit as Cruz smirks. “Is that such a bad thing?” he asks. “She’s fucking hot, just look at her. Fuck, I’ve got a hard-on for her right now,” he adds, making a show of adjusting his dick inside his pants.
Sara glares at him. “Of course it’s a fucking bad thing. She’s a whore. Don’t act like everyone hasn’t seen the way she throws herself around all of you guys. I bet she’s been sucking all your dicks. I cannot have my name connected with that. She’s pathetic. Just a broken little foster girl who nobody wanted.”
I step right into her. “Really?” I ask, my voice murmured and filled with a deathly challenge. I bring my hand up and run my knuckles across her collar bone, smirking as she sucks in a breath. “Because you sure as fuck loved it when my hands were on your body last night. You didn’t think so lowly of me then. Don’t you remember the way your tongue glided past mine, the way you moaned, begging for more? I fucking remember it perfectly, so don’t come in here trying to tell me that you didn’t want it just because you woke up this morning and decided that you wanted to be embarrassed about it.”
Carver moves forward, his eyes boring into Sara’s and making her catch her breath. “She’s fucking right and you know it. You’re just as much to blame as she is. Winter gave you the chance to pull away, but you let her kiss you and you picked up exactly what she was putting down. If you didn’t want everyone thinking you had a hard-on for her, then you could have pushed her away. You could have made a scene, fuck knows you’re good at that.”
“But you didn’t want to,” King continues, stepping into my back and curling his arms around my waist again. “You liked it, didn’t you? You fucking loved her hands on your body. That’s why you’re here now. Maybe you’ve forgotten that we’ve known you since we were kids, and you sure as fuck don’t care what people think about you, especially when it comes to this. You hook up with your girlfriends at every fucking party trying to get Carver’s attention, and last night was no different. Only he was more interested in Winter than you. You’re pissed, but you’re also intrigued,” he says, slowly drawing his fingers up my waist and catching every bit of her attention. “You’re not here to berate her for touching you, you’re here to see if you can finish what she started.”
Her eyes briefly flick back to mine and I see the hunger pulsing beneath the surface, but in an instant, it’s gone, replaced by her usual hard exterior. “You’re fucking kidding yourself, right?” Sara scoffs. “Look at her and then look at me. Why would I want that? She’s a slut.”
I step forward, my brow arching. There’s a lot of things I can handle but being called a slut is not