“At a party,” said Sam. “What are you supposed to do?”
“It’s called ‘socializing,’ Sam,” she said as she led them to the kegs. “You have a few drinks, loosen up, and just see where the night takes you.”
“Like, without a plan?” he asked, still confused.
“Without a plan. And that’s the best part. Sometimes you have the most fun when you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen.”
Lexi scanned the crowd as Shana poured them their beers. Some faces were familiar, but others were total strangers.
“God,” she said. “This...this makes me realize how sheltered our parents keep us. I barely know anyone here.”
“No kidding,” said Shana. “Makes you wonder why they do it.”
“Because it’s safe,” said Sam. “It’s good to stick to your own kind.”
“It’s stupid,” said Shana. “Think about it—if there’s a war and you have to fight strangers, it’s easy. But if they’re your friends, then you’re less likely to want to hurt them. By keeping us strangers, they’re preventing us from making actual peace.”
“So, it’s a conspiracy,” said Sam.
“Maybe.”
Lexi kept on scanning the crowd, her heart jumping into her chest when she spotted Chad among his friends.
“Shit,” she said. “It’s him.”
Shana stood up on her tiptoes to see who she was referring to.
“Oh, I knew he was going to be here. Don’t worry about it—he’s more interested in being a dumb meathead than bothering you.”
But all the same, Lexi wanted to get away from him. She spotted a small shed at the far end of the clearing.
“I’m going to, um, get some fresh air.”
“Fresh air?” asked Sam. “But we’re outside.”
“Be right back!” she hurried off before finishing her sentence, weaving through the crowd and turning the corner around the shed.
But the moment she did, she realized she wasn’t alone—and she realized it when she slammed into someone tall and strong, her beer spilling all over her shirt.
“Nice moves, Lex the Loser.”
She wiped the liquid off her shirt as best she could, ready to tear into the person she’d bumped into.
But she gasped as she realized who it was.
It was Jason.
And he was all smiles.
CHAPTER 5
JASON
He couldn’t resist.
“The beer on your shirt really works for you, gotta say.”
At first, Lexi didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. But after a moment of confusion played on her face, she glanced down and figured it out.
The beer she’d been drinking when they’d slammed into one another had spilled all over the front of her thin shirt, totally soaking through. In the low light of the party, Jason could make out the shape of her black bra, her tits ripe and full, her nipples solid and poking through.
His cock shifted as he stood there. All he could think about was what it’d be like to rip off that shirt, tear that bra from her body, and suck on those perfect-looking breasts.
Hell, he wanted more than that. Jason wanted to peel down those skin-tight jean shorts and push her panties to the side, to shove his cock deep into her and feel her tight, wet walls grip him like a vice.
“Fuck!” she said.
Her word managed to snap him out of his spell, and he came to his senses.
“Take that off,” Jason said, preparing to take off his gray V-neck T-shirt.
“What? Are you serious?”
“I’m serious. I’ve got something on underneath. Just take it off.”
“Then turn around!”
He grinned. “Come on, Lex,” he said. “I’m a gentleman—you don’t even need to tell me.”
She narrowed her eyes and let out an annoyed grunt as she took the shirt out of his hand. He glanced around, making sure the coast was clear before turning away from her.
“You’re good to go.”
“Whatever.”
Jason’s cock shifted again as he thought about how, right behind him, Lexi was shirtless. He bit his lower lip, trying to push all the thoughts out of his head, all the thoughts about shoving her up against the side of that shed and pumping her full of his cum.
“OK. You can turn around now.”
She did, and damn, he thought, did she fill out the shirt. Jason had nothing on up top but his black undershirt, and right away, her eyes went to his broad, round shoulders and thick, toned biceps. Her gaze lingered for a bit, and he couldn’t help but bust her chops.
“Uh, Lex? My eyes are up here?” he gestured to his face. “Come on—I’m more than a piece of meat.”
Her face went red and surprised, then her eyes narrowed again. “Oh, screw off. And nice watching where you were going.”