Falling Into Love with You (The Hate-Love Duet #2) - Lauren Rowe Page 0,94

came three times” comes up in the song, the party sings it even louder than anything else, and then goes ballistic around me. When Savage speaks that same line in the middle of the song in a smug, sardonic tone—“You came three times”—the entire party shouts it along with him, while looking straight at me, every single person playfully chastising me along with Savage’s snarky voice for claiming sex with Savage had meant “nothing to me.”

If my party guests think they’re going to make me blush by serenading me on that line, however, they’re dead wrong. I’m too drunk to be embarrassed about my sexual appetites at this point. Too in love. In fact, I’m so in love with the man dancing with me right now, the man who threw me this party and earlier today agreed to live with me at my condo when the show is over, I can’t do anything but raise my arms in victory and celebrate joyfully. Fuck yeah, I came three times with my hot boyfriend, bitches! And since then, I’ve come a whole lot more! What, you don’t come three times, or more, with your man? Well, that’s a pity, sis. I guess my boyfriend is a whole lot hotter, and a whole lot better at putting his fingers, tongue, and dick to use than yours. Ha!

When the song reaches its last, spoken lines: “Did he make you come three times? Yeah, didn’t think so,” the party yells the line, yet again. And as they do, my drunk boyfriend bends down and motorboats my rack on the outside of my dress, claiming his prize. Making it clear he made me come three times, and nobody else. In response, I throw my head back and laugh hysterically, reveling in the fact that Savage feels every bit as unleashed and in love in this moment as I do. I’m in love with Adrian Savage. Riding a true love high. And I’m positive, even when the booze that’s coursing through my bloodstream is gone, I’ll never ever come down.

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When “Hate Sex High” ends, and Savage is done motorboating me, he lays a deep kiss on me, making the party cheer and whoop. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I slide my arms around him and devour him, the whiskey on his tongue reminding me of our first kiss at Reed’s house.

“I have a birthday present for you,” Savage says, grabbing my hand. “Come on.”

I hold my breath as he leads me through the crowd. Is he going to propose? I can’t believe it, but that’s the first thing that’s popped into my head. That’s a crazy thought, right? An unthinkable one. But I’ve thought it, distinctly, and now, as Savage leads me through the crowded room to parts unknown, I can’t stop thinking it . . . and hoping for it.

When Savage stops, we’re standing in front of Kendrick and Kai. He says, “Guys, I demand we let Laila play ‘Birthday Truth or Dare’ tonight. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Oh.

Well.

That’s incredibly sweet. And I should be thrilled. It’s a romantic gesture, considering our conversation this morning while seated at the piano. But I can’t help feeling vaguely disappointed, even though there’s no logical reason for me to feel that way. Savage once told me he’s not boyfriend material. So, come on, Laila, give the guy credit for how far he’s come and leave it at that.

In response to Savage’s “demand,” Kendrick and Kai look at each other like, “What the fuck?”

Kai says, “If we say yes to Laila, then Ruby and Titus will never forgive us. Especially Ruby.” He looks at me. “It’s nothing personal, Laila, but we’ve never let anyone but the three of us play the game.”

“Oh, I understand,” I reply.

But Savage is determined. A dog with a bone. “You have to admit we’ve been running out of good ideas for a while now,” he says. “The best Kai could come up with for me last time was a naked swan dive into a swimming pool? I mean, come on! The whole world had already seen my dong by then. And yet that’s what he thought would humiliate me? Please. I vote we invite not only Laila, but Ruby and Titus into our game, too, from now on. But if you can’t handle that much change, all at once, then at least let the three