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The conversation soon turns to us talking about things we did together as children and how much life has changed in the last ten years. We keep the topics light, only discussing classes, our interests, and how soccer is going for Jaylen. With his red card, he’s not allowed to play the next three games, but he did ask if I’m going to the home game next week, and of course, my answer was yes. Even if I can’t watch him play, I still need to support my brother.
After a couple more drinks, I began to feel lightheaded and very sleepy. Jaylen takes this as our sign to leave. With one arm wrapped around my shoulders, he guides me out to his motorcycle in the parking lot.
I frown, turning to look at him. “You can’t drive home.”
“Yes, I can.”
“But you’ve been drinking.”
Jaylen chuckles as he slips the helmet over my head, tightening the strap under my chin. “I’m a vampire, little angel. Or did you forget that? Alcohol doesn’t affect me like it does humans. I would need to drink a lot to even feel tipsy.”
“Woah,” is all my alcohol-induced brain is capable of saying before I’m being hoisted onto the motorcycle and told to hold on as Jaylen gets on too.
With the wind in my hair and my mind blank, I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of Jaylen’s cold skin through his leather jacket and how light my body feels. I wish I could stay in the moment forever, feeling weightless like a feather floating through the sky.
But sadly, it comes to an end all too soon when Jaylen stops out the front of the sorority house, killing the engine. With wobbly legs, I slide off the motorcycle and take off the helmet, my hair likely a frizzball after being trapped inside.
Jaylen comes around and takes the helmet from me, resting it on the seat behind him. He looks down at me, his eyes sharp with flecks of red peeking through the blue. My core tightens at the sight, already knowing what he’s thinking. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him, my hands immediately going up to rest against his hard chest.
“I like seeing you in a dress,” he says against my lips, his breath warm despite how cold his skin is.
“Why did you ask me to wear a dress?” The question has been at the back of my mind since receiving his text earlier. Drunk Evie wants to know why he wanted me to wear a dress for him.
His hands slide up the side of my thighs, his touch cool against my hot skin. I hold my breath as he drags them up and under the material of the dress, using both hands to grip my ass checks. I gasp when he pulls me closer to him, feeling his hard cock through his pants. A shiver races down my spine when I think of his piercing and how it drove me absolutely wild.
“I wanted to be able to touch you,” Jaylen says, his eyes roaming my face. “But it seems those multiple whiskeys on the rocks were too much for you, so I’m going to refrain from doing what I wanted.”
With my heart in my throat and no air in my lungs, I ask, “And what was that?”
He grins. “You’ll have to wait to find out. But I’ll settle for a kiss.”
The man doesn’t need to tell me twice. A fire has been lit in my chest and all I can think about is attaching my lips to his, hoping his cold skin will cool me down. It must be the alcohol making these choices for me, but I do have to applaud her for them because the pull between us is only getting stronger the more time we spend together.
When Jaylen’s lips brush against mine, an involuntary moan escapes my mouth at the contact. He smiles against my lips. “Always such a good girl for me, little angel.”
“Less talking, more kissing,” I murmur and press my lips against his, needing to feel the heat and passion.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, allowing him to deepen the kiss. My body feels hot, and my mind is a whirlwind of emotions as I push Jaylen to sit on his motorcycle while I half-straddle his lap, not giving a fuck if anyone sees us. The groan that bubbles from within his chest only adds to the fire between us as I thread my fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, wanting to swallow more of his sounds that make my thighs slick with need.
We’re making out like two horny teenagers that have never kissed before.
God, what the hell is Jaylen Black doing to me?
25
Evie
What does one dress up as when invited to a Halloween party at a frat house? The obvious answer would be a sexy maid or nurse outfit because it’s the easiest option. But me… well, I like to dress a little more… covered.
Jaycee heard about the party from one of the residents of Alpha Delta Phi last minute while in class this afternoon. She rushed home and demanded that we all go, despite us not having any costumes planned, and it being a Monday night. Luckily for me, I had the perfect pieces of clothing to create the look of the character I had in mind.
Descending the staircase, I can feel multiple pairs of eyes watching me. I lift my eyes to see Jaycee, Candie, and Rylee standing in the foyer with amused looks on their faces.
“I should’ve expected this from you,” Rylee says, biting back a smile.
I pause on the last step and look down at the long black dress hanging from my frame. “What?”
“Of course, you would dress as fucking Wednesday Addams for Halloween,” Jaycee snorts. She’s dressed as a cowgirl in short denim jeans and a flannel that she has tied into a knot above her belly button. Of course, a cowboy hat is a must.
