Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,36
beer, leaving us alone. A soft song starts playing through the speakers and I hold out my hand. “I think I owe you a dance, right?”
She looks up at me confused, then acknowledgment washes through her green eyes.
“You promise you’ll dance with me?” Felicity asks as she corners me at my senior prom. My date is off in the bathroom again, primping and fixing her makeup.
“I already told you I would, Felicity,” I tell her as I lean against the wall, rolling my eyes. Most senior guys wouldn’t be caught dead with a freshmen girl, not unless he’s trying to bang her and steal her innocence, but everyone knows that I’m not and believe me, I get plenty of shit over it too.
“I know you did, but you’re drinking a lot and I’ve heard talk of all the seniors leaving early to go to a party. I just didn’t want you to forget about me.”
I look in her green eyes and every time I do, it’s like I get trapped there. “I could never forget about you.”
That makes her smile and pink paints her cheeks. “Okay.” She finally lets it go as she turns and walks back to her friends.
As the night drags on, me and the guys drink more from our flasks we snuck in and the girls get pretty rowdy. Everyone is ready to leave this chaperoned party and find one that’s adult free. I look around, needing to find Felicity so I can deliver on my promise, but Jessica grabs my arm and starts tugging me toward the door.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here and get into something a little more fun.” She starts kissing my neck, making my blurred eyes even more hard to see through.
“Okay, I just have to find Felicity first.”
She rolls her brown eyes. “Ugh, she’ll be fine. She’s in high school now and with her own date. Come on. She’ll understand. Plus, she’ll probably be glad to get rid of her babysitter for a couple hours.” Her lips land on mine and her hand glides across the seat of my pants, brushing across my dick that hasn’t had attention in too long.
Since Felicity started high school, she’s been attending all the same parties as me. That makes it really hard to keep an eye on her and get laid. So my dick has been pushed to the back of my mind for too long now. Every party, I used to get laid. Now, I’m leaving early and taking Felicity home before she gets into any trouble.
“Alright,” I agree, letting her pull me toward the exit.
“Prom,” she says as she slides her hand into mine.
I nod. “I know I’ve said I’m sorry at least thirty times since then, but I really am sorry,” I tell her, spinning her around and pulling her to my chest on the dance floor.
She rolls her eyes. “You were just excited to go to a party without me.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t so much the party as it was about getting laid without having to worry that some drunk asshole was trying to take advantage of you.”
“Well, jokes on you because some drunk asshole tried taking advantage of me anyway.”
That causes a whole new memory to form behind my eyes.
It’s going on two a.m. before the limo pulls up outside of my house. As I climb out, I loosen my tie and slip out of my stiff jacket the moment I exit the car. Who can wear this shit all the time? The door closes on the limo but I can still hear the party going on inside. I wave as the limo pulls off, and I turn for the door.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a black Cadillac parked on the side of the road in front of Felicity’s house. There are no lights on. The car isn’t running. There isn’t anyone in the front seat. I look at the driveway and see that Felicity’s mom must be working another night shift at the store. She won’t be home until early morning. I look at my watch. That’s still several more hours.
With a deep breath, I walk over to the car and peek into the windows. The back seat is empty too. Damn it! Felicity and her date are in the house…alone. I rush up the sidewalk and onto the porch, tossing my jacket down on the porch swing as I open the door. The living room light is on, but nobody is