let go.
“That isn’t my address on my driver’s license. I never updated it when I moved.”
“Oh.” Is all I can think to say. He lifts my hand, kissing the back of it and making my insides melt.
“The only person I care to have coming is you.” He sends me a wicked smile that heats my entire body. This time I squeeze his hand tighter, turning to look out the window so he doesn't see me blush. I’m thinking maybe parties aren't so bad after all.
Chapter Nine
Daman
I’m really proud of myself. I didn’t pull off at any point and attack her even though her sexy bare legs taunted me at every stoplight. I also didn’t come in my pants although my dick is hard enough to punch a hole through the door. I spend most of the drive thinking of gruesome things (and I have plenty of source material) so by the time we reach my apartment building, I don’t have a log in my borrowed jeans. The wind bites at my exposed knees when I climb out of the car. I don’t know why anyone purposely buys clothes with rips in them.
I grab all the booze. Twenty bottles is kind of heavy but I refuse help from both Quinn and her friend, Trin.
“I wish you’d let me carry something,” Quinn says for the fifth time as we step off the elevator. “I’m super strong.” She curls her arm up.
Cute, I think a bit miserably. I’m about to bring the girl of my dreams into my apartment and it is full of strangers. I didn’t think this through. Am I dumb or what?
“Okay. You can carry everything if you feel that strongly about it,” she says.
I realize I’m frowning. I quickly rearrange my face so that I don’t look pissed. “I’d have to shoot my arm off if I let you carry anything heavier than a Kleenex. Come on. It sounds like they are tearing my place apart. I need to check out the damage.”
The three of us troop down the hall toward my noisy apartment. The door is wide open and the moment I step in, Flip comes running toward me. “Tell me you bought a keg.”
“Holy shit,” declares Trin. “This is lit!” She grabs Quinn’s hand and drags my girl into the crowd, leaving me standing at the entry with two heavy bags of liquor. Flip takes one and peaks inside.
He lets out a low whistle. “Shit, this is some premium stuff. Let’s stash this in my apartment and order a couple of kegs.”
He starts for the door and I have to grab his collar—on the turtleneck that used to be mine—and drag him back. I’m not stepping foot outside my apartment until I have Quinn.
“You said to get liquor and I got liquor.” I muscle my way through the crowd to the kitchen where two girls are standing on the concrete counters dancing. I can see their underwear. I think one might not be wearing underwear. This was a mistake. I dump the booze into the sink and turn around to grab Quinn. We can go to a hotel or sit in my truck until the place clears out. Instead of my girl, I find Flip.
“You definitely bought got some quality booze here but I don’t think it’s enough. We need a keg.”
“I have no idea what that is.”
Flip’s jaw drops. “You don’t know what a keg is? Like I knew you were old, but I didn’t know you were that old.”
“Leave him alone,” chirps Quinn.
I find her right at my elbow with her chin out and her eyes flashing. She’s like a small terrier, ready to fight on my behalf. If I wasn’t in love with her before, I would be now. “Yeah, leave me alone.”
Flip makes a face. “I can’t serve top shelf booze to all these people. We’ll run out after one round of shots.”
“Then get a keg.” I pull out my credit card. “Buy whatever you want.” Flip reaches up to snatch the card out of my hand, but I pull it away. “First, you have to promise to watch over Trin.” I dip my head toward Quinn’s roommate. “No one spikes her drink. No one touches her without her permission. She gets as drunk as she wants and she spends the night alone. If I hear that she was made unhappy in any way, it will be your fault and I will come back and kill you slowly and painfully.”
Flip stares at me