frosting I left behind. He sucks the frosting from his finger, leaving it between his lips then showing me his teeth.
It’s hot. And I no longer want to be at this party, but instead in his messy-ass bed with his body against mine. Naked. So very fucking naked.
My mom and June’s have taken over running the kitchen, lining up sandwiches and my menudo, and with everyone else distracted, I take advantage of the perfect moment to slip away and pray Tory follows.
Tearing my cupcake in half, I hold out a bite as an offering for him. When he leans forward to take it in his mouth, I pull it back and pop it in mine, a suggestive smile on my closed lips as I chew. I wiggle the remaining piece in front of me, then draw him close with a finger as I walk backward to the small hallway that leads to the powder room. I lead him all the way inside, and he shuts the door behind him, locking it.
“You want my cupcake, Tory D’Angelo?” I hold it out for him, and he lets out a breathy growl as he rushes into me, taking my arms and pinning them out against the wall, the cupcake falling somewhere on the floor. His mouth covers mine possessively, his tongue tasting me, our teeth scraping against each other’s hungry lips. He runs his hands along my arms and down my waist, bending down so he can continue the trip to the back of my thighs, lifting up my skirt enough to cup my ass.
“You are so much fun to touch,” he whispers against my ear, biting the lobe and sucking it hard.
His hands are digging into my ass, palms to skin, and I want nothing more than to unzip him here and now and have him push me against the wall. That’s not going to happen, though. I might be a terrible, selfish heartbreaker, but I’m not about to defile my best friend’s powder room.
Ten bucks says she’d do it to mine in a heartbeat.
“I like this dress,” he says, licking up the side of my neck and then covering my mouth with his for one last raw and needy kiss. I push him away, needing air, and we pant while dirty thoughts run rampant through both our minds.
“I had to wear this dress,” I say, pushing the light switch down before we open the door. “You left your mark all over my body.”
He bites near my ear as he wraps both arms around my stomach, holding me to him from behind. I can feel what our kissing has done to him, and it makes it difficult to leave this tiny, dark room.
I crack the door, though, knowing I have to be present for my own party, and when I’m sure the coast is clear, I slip out, spinning and meeting his confused eyes.
“You leave in about five minutes. Deal?”
He blinks a few times, then nods, shutting the door while I straighten my dress and the panties he basically hijacked up my ass.
We didn’t talk about it, but I assume we’re both on board with keeping this thing between us private . . . for now. I don’t think Tory’s family could handle a girl coming between him and his brother, though I did, and I am. With my dad finally in town, I’m not prepared to handle the backlash from our friends, either. No matter how you position us, we’re the bad guys.
I’m funneling through the various scenarios, mentally making plans for how and when Tory and I will come out when the reason why we shouldn’t stares me right in the face.
“Happy birthday weekend, Abs,” Hayden says.
My eyes jet about the room as I’m hit with the sensation that I’m riding the Tilt-a-Whirl and I’m not buckled in. Hayden’s palm finds my elbow, steadying me as he leans in and kisses my cheek.
“I’m not going to make you uncomfortable,” he whispers. “I didn’t want you to have to explain.”
I straighten my spine and mentally flog myself for being the asshole that I am. I can’t believe he’s doing this to make sure I’m not the one who has to explain things and save face.
“Hey, June? It sounds like maybe there’s a leak in—” Tory stops after taking only two steps into the room. All eyes zoom to him, Hayden’s carrying the most intent.
“Hey, bro,” he says. The hostility in his tone is apparent, but it’s to be expected. Their recent