Rounding Third - Michelle Lynn Page 0,27

dickhead boyfriend, Liam, is plastered to her side. She doesn’t see me, so I take the opportunity to find out who the new Ella is.

Jen moves over to the tequila shots, happily taking one off the girl’s stomach. Ella laughs, but when Jen actually takes the lime from the girl’s mouth, she shakes her head. One thing I’ve figured out is Jen screams for attention however she can claim it.

Ella’s boyfriend moves to the high-class group with their straight scotch and whiskey. Grabbing a glass of dark amber, he downs it back like a shot, and one of his friends in a polo shirt pours another one. His eyes ping everywhere but on his girlfriend. Fuckhead.

Hell, I never left Ella alone at a party unless she was with Noah or Brax.

From the corner of her eyes, Ella glances to him every few minutes and then rolls her eyes. I sense some dissention between them already.

I desperately want to break through this wall of girls. I’ve been nodding to whatever they’ve been saying since Ella came in view, and they haven’t stopped talking for a breath. My feet are itching to move, my one free hand fists from wanting to touch her, but I can’t. Brax was right. I’ll never get her if I’m accessible the entire time.

Just then, Liam’s hand skates along a girl’s back as he weaves through the crowd. I watch his hand skim up the side of her body before cupping her breast. It’s a hidden display, but he whispers something in her ear, and she pushes her ass into his crotch right before he thrusts into her. Within ten seconds, it’s over, and he’s smiling on his way to Ella. The fucking asshole is fooling around with more than one girl.

My body stiffens, and now, my clenched fist is preparing to pummel his ass.

He hands her a cup of alcohol. She sips it and conveys her thank-you with a sweet kiss on his cheek. Jealousy piles deep through me.

As I watch the two, he does all the touching and kissing, but his eyes roam to other girls in the small room. A blonde passes by him, one of his frat brothers distracts Ella, and jackass whispers something in the blonde’s ear before following her out of the room.

The frat brother holds Ella until Liam’s gone. She seems completely unfazed, and she either ignores or is ignorant to her boyfriend’s cheating. She pours the glass of vodka into another cup on the kitchen counter and holds the empty glass in front of her.

“Third?” A small blonde touches my arm.

I twist my head back in the circle of girls vying for my attention. “It’s Crosby,” I clarify.

“Oh. Hey, do you want to go upstairs?” She nestles up her crotch to grind along my thigh.

I slide my leg back. “Nah, I’m good here.” I smile down at her. “Maybe another time.”

Like never.

“Lynch!” Saucey screams into the room. He’s definitely had his fair share of alcohol, meaning the stash isn’t only in the kitchen.

My eyes instinctively move to Ella, and I find her and Jen’s eyes searching the room. Strike that. Ella’s searching, but Jen’s eyes stop on Saucey. Before Ella can find me, I focus my attention on Saucey and then shoot a welcoming smile to the girls, so they swarm closer to me.

Not having to do much, I open my arms, and the girls fight to squeeze out others.

Saucey slides through the barricade of women and slaps me on the back. “Where are they?” he whispers.

“Two o’clock,” I answer, laughing at some moronic joke from one of the diamond chasers.

He nods and then swings his arm around the brunette who escorted me in here, whispering in her ear. She eats it up by giving him her full attention, meaning her hand is actually rubbing his dick through his pants. Fuck, these girls are a hell of a lot more aggressive than the ones at junior college. I might be out of my league.

“Excuse me.” Jen’s first to break the wall with Ella following her, her empty glass in hand.

The girls snarl and convey their displeasure, but Jen ignores them. She takes the girl’s hand and removes it from Saucey’s crotch, picking it off like it’s a spider, before dropping it.

“He’s not yours,” Jen says in a condescending voice.

“And he’s yours?” the brunette challenges.

Fuck, girl fight.

Jen eyes Saucey, licking her lips.

“Sorry, honey,” he says to the brunette. Then, he swings Jen around, caging her to the wall, claiming her