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Nodding reluctantly Beckham stood up and held out his hand, explaining that he would put the food away when he got back.
We got into the back of the town car, the driver whisking us away to where the party was being held. Beckham gripped my hand extra tight as we drove, obviously unhappy about the situation. How was I going to make sure that I balanced my time with each of the guys? I had already had to skip my call with Mason today due to the game and how busy I had been, something he was really upset about. I decided to think about that problem tomorrow and just enjoy the rest of the night. Hopefully it would be something that just evolved naturally.
Chapter 19
The air was a bit chilly as Beckham led me across a lush lawn, into a house on the "fraternity row" on campus. This was the football fraternity, Beckham had explained. Most of the after-football parties would be at this location unless Damon decided to throw one at his place.
Beckham didn't want to leave until we saw Damon.
"These parties can get a little crazy," he said. "I'll feel more comfortable when powers beyond making every person go crazy from wanting you come in," he teased.
I stuck my tongue at him, but inwardly braced myself. I could hear the music booming from inside. There were a couple of huge guys manning the door. Their eyes grew big as they saw us. One of them stumbled to open the door for me. The other tried to follow us before Beckham shot him a hard glare.
My eyes grew wide as we ventured in. Tommy's party seemed almost tame compared to this one. The air was a haze of cigarette smoke and booze. I was actually kind of surprised that Damon could handle it with how sensitive I assumed a supernatural's senses were after the disaster with my ears I had experienced today. There was a bar in the back room. Beckham got me a drink, watching closely as it was made to make sure nothing was slipped into it. Several large football players were stumbling around in a drunken haze. Others had several girls crawling all over them.
Beckham checked his phone and led me down the stairs into a large basement. Tables were set up in one of the rooms, and people were playing what I presumed was beer pong. A dance floor was in another room. The ground was slightly shaking as we walked into the crowd. I gasped as I saw there were actual strippers performing for the crowd on a stage set up in the far side of the room. Looking around, I wondered why Damon hadn't come up to meet us if he was so eager to have me at the party.
My eyes caught something and I saw red. Damon was having a heated exchange with Selena in a corner. She had changed out of her uniform into a tube top so small, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She still annoyingly looked pretty though.
Damon for his part, seemed nothing but annoyed as he told her something sharply. I was tempted to stay back and watch the scene play out, but I couldn't help but bolt forward when she tried to kiss him.
Sidling up to Damon, I slid in between them. Damon let out a sigh of relief, and wrapped his arms around me.
"As you can see, Eva's here. Run along now, Selena," he said, annoyed.
Selena looked furious to see me.
"Damon, I saw her with both of your friends. In fact today, she was slipping into a closet with Beckham. How does it make you feel that your girlfriend's fucking your two best friends?" she asked spitefully.
I reddened in spite of myself, her words hitting a little too close to home. How did he feel knowing that I was dating his two best friends? Guilt flooded me. This was never going to work.
"What Eva does or doesn't do is not your business. I trust her and that's all you need to know," he said.
Selena stared at us angrily. At that moment I felt sorry for her. If Damon, Mason, or Beckham ever decided they were done with me, I would be just like her, always trying to get their attention again. Selena was a terrible person, but she would probably be ruined from ever finding love in her life after she experienced Damon…and apparently Beckham.
I looked around for where Beckham was and saw that he was being mobbed by girls asking for autographs. He caught my eye and motioned that he was leaving.
"Are you okay?" he mouthed. After I nodded, he began to work his way out of the wandering hands. I watched as he finally slipped from the crowd, hustling back up the stairs, taking a piece of my heart with him.
Turning back towards Damon, who was watching me anxiously, I resolved to put all my thought towards my time with him. I couldn't control how this was all going to end, but I could give my all to each man during the time we did spend together.
Giving him a smile I asked, "So what do you usually do at these parties?" Damon looked relieved at my question.
"We pretend to be human," he said with an answering grin.
The rest of the night we did just that, and I loved every minute of it. Damon showed me how to play a version of beer pong that included paddles. We dominated the tables, winning game after game and hardly having to drink anything at all. Which was a good thing since I had discovered that I hated beer.
Lexi found me after an hour. She was sloshed and dragging some besotted football player with her everywhere she went.
"Eva! "she cried excitedly. "I've been looking for you everywhere," she said, grabbing me in a hug that almost knocked me over.
After playing a round of pong against her and her partner, we headed to the dance floor. Lexi was center stage, dancing her heart out, all over me and her partner. Damon stayed behind me as we watched her antics amusedly. I couldn't help but notice every time our bodies touched, or how his hands slid down my body. After what seemed like hours of him ramping me up, I was ready to go. We left after I promised Lexi a girl's night the next weekend, and that I would text her when I got back to my dorm.
Damon couldn't keep his hands off me as we walked to my dorm.
"Let me spend the night?" he implored as we got to my dorm. I nodded shyly, wondering how far we would go tonight after hours of foreplay.
I never found out, as Damon passed out on my bed while I was getting ready for bed. He looked so innocent and carefree in his sleep, the twinkling lights Mason had strung along the ceiling of my room casting a glow on his face. In that light it was easy to believe he was an angel. I smoothed the hair away from his face.
