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“Hi. Nice to meet you. Hope it’s okay that I tagged along.” His Southern twang is just as pronounced as Adam’s.
“Oh, of course! Definitely. We should have a smaller thing at our place. Maybe Levi would feel more comfortable with less people.” Her smile is forced.
Adam turns toward me, and I look up into his amber eyes.
He licks his lips and swallows. “Hey, Harley. Nice to see you again.”
He’s keeping his eyes above the interesting bits, and I applaud the effort he’s putting forth. What kind of guy refuses to check you out in a tiny red bikini?
“I think you forgot the rules.” My voice is playful, but it sounds a little husky.
His gaze pinches. “Wha—”
A loud voice breaks in over him from behind us. “The rules are strict here, gentlemen! No shirts allowed. Take them off now or leave!” A beautiful girl in a hot-pink one-piece with high-cut thighs and a deep V-neck extends a skinny arm over Kenna’s shoulder.
“Kenna, I can’t believe you invited rulebreakers to the first party of the year! What a shameful way to introduce my baby cousin to the sisters.” The newcomer has a dark fake tan, long artificial lashes, and bleached hair.
“Lexi, hey! They are not rulebreakers. They are taking them off now. Let’s go get some punch. I want to introduce Harley to the girls. Isn’t she a hottie?” Kenna beams at me as she and Lexi pivot around to walk back through the front door.
Lexi’s gaze trails over me. “Hell yeah, she is. Stay away from my man, Jon. I’ll cut you.” She winks in my direction as they sashay off.
I turn my gaze back to the guys. “You guys coming?”
I catch Adam’s eyes shooting back up to my face as his cheeks heat with guilt.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
He lifts his shirt up, and it’s my turn to blush. Ridges hovering over a defined V-shape remind me of the men’s underwear packets on the Target shelves. Low-slung, tattered jeans barely hanging on bless my eyes. I try not to count, but wow, eight perfect, thick squares flex as his arms raise the stretching cotton over his head. Blue veins decorate his chest and thick, muscular arms. My jaw is somewhere in the vicinity of my kneecaps. Attempting to regain some coherent thoughts at his unexpected torso reveal, I nod and turn to walk inside.
Breathe in, breathe out. I try not to gawk but fail miserably, like every other woman in the room.
6
Adam
Red on creamy tan skin etched with black lines is my new favorite color. When God created the female body, he spent extra time on Harley. My eyes are rebelliously trailing over her retreating form.
I know she must be a wild, unsafe girl. Her hips are everything I never knew how badly I wanted. Her thighs are stamped with symbols, scales, and words I can’t read as she walks. Legs, long and smooth, saunter seductively over the creaking wood floor. I pretend that’s why I keep studying her body. I want to learn everything embossed into her skin.
How does a beautiful young girl like her end up with all this ink? Did she really go into a tattoo shop and ask for a lotus flower and a blue heron between her shoulder blades? Her waist is tiny, flaring into a perfect arch up toward her shoulders. She twirls back to glance at us, and thankfully, my gaze was on her back and not lower. My heart rate is a rocket, thundering toward the moon.
“You want a drink?”
She stills as I approach. Stopping a safe distance away, I notice a large, dark shape on her side. I look down at it, seeing a woman’s face with full hair spilling out, twisting around her.
“No, thanks,” I mumble.
I wanted to look back at the strange tattoo, but it’s too close to her breast. She’s gazing up at me with her oversize blue eyes. Her crimson lips are parted as she blinks and looks away.
“It’s too loud in here. Let’s get some air.” She weaves through the crowd effortlessly as I attempt to follow without bumping into anyone.
A blonde girl reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Hey, sexy, which frat are you in?” Her voice sounds funny, like she’s half-asleep and delirious.
I try to extract my arm. My head swivels around to see if Silas or Dan will jump in and help me, but I see them across the room at a long table with red cups all over it. A swarm of flesh and bikini straps has them trapped. I’m dealing with my own issue, or I would try to help them.
Flipping back to the small girl, I say, “I’m here with Harley.”
