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“The pong queens will never be beaten!” Piper says while Tyler walks behind her and wraps his arms around her. She smiles, looking up at him, and leans back into his chest.
They look like they were made for each other. I’ve only really known Piper in a relationship, but I think she would be fundamentally different if they broke up. Not because she needs a man to be complete, but because I know the loss would change something in her. I hope it never happens. I want to see them walk down the aisle together. Here’s to hoping college doesn’t change that.
“Ollie,” Jade’s voice cuts in as she slides over to me, rubbing her hand up my arm and to my bicep. “Can I take a celeb shot?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can shoot me for me, babe.” Jaxon holds out the ball, but Jade shoots him a glare.
“Didn’t ask you.”
“Gonna break my heart, just like how you break your daddy’s heart by hanging out with us every summer,” Jaxon muses.
Jade’s attention shifts fully to Jaxon, which I mentally thank him for. The girl is seriously hot, and we’ve hooked up basically every summer she’s visited, but this summer is different. This summer, my mind is on one girl.
I’m gonna have to buy my best friend a six-pack after this because not only is he pissing off Jade by cock-blocking her, but he’s pissing off Casey by flirting with the blonde.
Casey might be mad about Jaxon, but she won’t make a scene about it, and I know she won’t hold it against the women he flirts with. She’s all about women’s empowerment.
That’s when a flash of blonde and pink comes into view. Anything happening around me ceases to exist as I watch Sally enter the kitchen. I smile, just watching her look around the room, her doe-eyed expression surveying the room since she’s never been here before.
My smile falters when a blond, frat-looking jerk walks up to her and starts making conversation. My skin starts to prickle as Sally politely smiles at him. Not the same smile she gives me, but the kind that says she doesn’t want to be here anymore, but she also doesn’t want to be rude. I clench my jaw as the frat douche starts to hand her a drink, but she inches away, and the asshole isn’t backing off.
Before I know it, I’m walking into the kitchen.
“Come on, baby, the drink tastes good. There’s barely any alcohol in it,” the frat douche lies, and now my blood is actually boiling. I know what they put in their jungle juice, which is why girls never come to parties like this alone.
Where are Sally’s brother and sisters?
“I’m good,” she says softly, still backing out of his reach.
I swipe in right beside her, placing my palm on the small of her back.
I hear Sally’s breath hitch, but my eyes stay trained on the man in front of me. Now that I’ve gotten a good look at his face, I see it’s Thomas, the guy who left his car with Jaxon.
“Can I help you?” He glares, bulking out his chest.
I remain still before smirking at him. “Nope.”
Before, the asshole couldn’t stop looking at Sally, but now it doesn’t even look like he actually cares about her. This is more about his pride now. I’m stepping on his hunting ground, and Sally is the bunny he wanted to catch, but little does he know he’s the one trespassing.
I look past Thomas, seeing Jaxon in the distance, still standing by the pong table, throwing his shot and then turning his face slightly to keep us in view. He looks like he’s ready to walk over here but won’t unless more of Thomas’s friends show up to make something out of this exchange. I don’t want to ruin his little bit of business. He needs all the money he can get.
“Fuck it, a bitch isn’t worth my time.”
My nostrils flare as he turns away. I’m gonna rip his head off.
Before I can beat the fuck out of him, a hand touches my chest lightly. My gaze finally meets Sally’s for the first time since I stepped in.
She shakes her head before locking eyes with me again. So many emotions are dancing through them, but the one that makes irritation crawl through my skin is the fact that she looks almost unfazed by the encounter like she’s used to men doing this to her.
My hot skin starts to cool. She must be able to read my body language because she smiles and pulls away. My hand is now empty and almost cold.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
She shifts back and forth on her heels. She’s only about an inch shorter than me now, but tall girls have never bothered me. If a man is intimidated by his girl’s height, then he’s not a man.
