Page 40 of Midnight Curfew

He moves toward the girls in the hallway, Vincent and Cameron heading to the kitchen for drinks. I wander into the living room, locking eyes with a couple of girls, seeing them smile. They take in my clothes, and I linger on their skintight jean shorts riding up their asses, and tits spilling out of their shirts. I could have one or both of them tonight, and I wouldn’t even have to talk much. They’d do it, because I’m something different and maybe I’ll buy them something pretty.

Turning back around, I lock eyes with Dallas as he leans against the wall, next to a window.

I stop.

His arm is wrapped around a girl, her body pressed to him, and I stand there as he makes out with her.

They kiss, his tongue licking her lips, and she’s lost in it—going at him and practically grinding into him, but…

He gazes at me, his mouth devouring her, but it’s like he doesn’t even know she’s there. He bites her bottom lip, dragging it out between his teeth.

As he stares at me.

He flicks her top lip with his tongue. For me.

Head tilted to the side, he peers over, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. He glides his tongue across her bottom lip, slow, and I fucking feel it like he’s doing it to me.

My groin warms as my cock swells, and my breathing turns a little faster.

Letting my eyes fall down his body, I can almost make out the muscles in his legs through his black pants, and I sail my eyes up his bare arms, toned and tanned from laboring outside, in his sleeveless navy T-shirt. The Tryst Six tattoo blazes big across his shoulder where it meets his arm.

When I meet his eyes again, he’s fucking smirking at me.

As he still kisses her.

He knows I’ve been looking at him a lot longer than I’ve looked at a single girl since I walked through the door.

“Fuck,” I grit out under my breath.

Moving along, I head to the dining room and through the door to the patio.

Olivia Jaeger sits on a stack of cinder blocks, a drink in her hand.

Dallas won’t like me talking to her.

None of them will.

Walking up, I take her drink, seeing her straighten as I sniff it.

Something fruity with vodka. I take a sip and hand it back to her. “How are you?”

“Better than you’ll be in about ten minutes,” she replies, glancing around and behind me.

Are all five of her brothers here tonight?

I lean back next to her. “We’ll see.”

“What the hell do you want?”

I glimpse the confused expression on her face, and I notice her brown eyes. Not green like Dallas’s.

Liv and I have traded shots at school. She stands up for herself, but I never disliked her. She’s low on bullshit and refrains from wasting people’s time. I appreciate that.

I shrug. “I just want you to myself for a little while.”

Away from school and prying eyes and maybe fuck with her family for a bit.

She chuckles, about to take a drink from her cup until she remembers I did and tosses it out. “You’re not my type,” she points out.