More Than This by McLean, Jay (free ebook reader .TXT) 📕

HOT.

And then he clears his throat and looks away from me.

"Jesus Christ, Kayla. I'm so sorry, I got carried away.” He starts to walk away.

"Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

"We should get ready and head out,” he mumbles before leaving my room.

What. in the actual fuck. just. happened.

***

*Jake*

By the time I've showered again, a cold one this time, half an hour’s passed and there's a knocking at my door.

She's standing on the other side and I freeze mid greet, the cold shower I just had deemed pointless.

She raises her hand, motions a little wave, and then stands with her hands behind her back. Waiting, for me to say or do something.

But all I can do is stare.

She's wearing a light blue dress, wide neckline so that one shoulder and part of her upper arm is exposed. It's loose fitting with a drawstring around the waist and it stops just past her ass. Literally just enough to cover her goods. She's wearing a little makeup, mainly around her eyes. She smells like coconuts. It's sexy as fuck but it's not meant to be. It's just Kayla, all fricken Kayla.

She chuckles and it brings me out of my trance.

I turn to collect my phone that’s charging on the nightstand and take the opportunity to adjust myself, Again.

***

When we get to the club, everyone is already there. We all do the bro hug/cheek kiss greeting and settle in the booth they've already reserved for us.

While walking through the club, I saw more than a few guys checking her out. I couldn't help putting my arm around her, and bringing her into me. Because it's the stone age and I'm a caveman.

She didn't seem to mind though, not even a little bit.

An hour later and we're all buzzed. Logan's found some chick to hang off his arm. She's sitting at the table cooing at him while he talks to us. It's kind of weird but whatever. Some Ludacris song comes on and Heidi makes the girls get up and dance. I eye Logan and watch him mouthing the words to the song. Apparently he went through a Ludacris faze in middle school, he legit thought he was black. I wish I was there to see it.

The song’s pretty damn dirty and the girls start dancing that way. Dylan gets my attention and nods to the dance floor, I get what he's saying. Dylan and I get up and walk over there. We stand like creepers about 5 feet away from the girls, so we're there in case any asshole wants in. Cam stayed back at the booth, he said Lucy could hold her own. I've seen Lucy drunk a few times, she gets loud and nasty and cusses like a sailor. It's pretty damn funny because it's the complete opposite of who she is.

The song is pretty fucking dirty, something about asking about peoples fantasies, I don't know. But the girls are into it and the dancing matches the song. Every time Kayla moves her skirt gets higher and forms to her perfect ass.

I know, I'm a dick, but I'm an 18 year old guy.

We stand and watch them from afar because we're that type of jealous creeper.

Dylan notices a guy eyeing Heidi, he starts to approach her but Dylan moves just enough to catch his attention and he backs away. Dylan doesn't say much, but his presence sure as shit does.

Three songs later and we make a move back to the booth. I put my arm on the seat behind Kayla and she moves closer to me, our sides completely touching, her hand lightly on my leg.

A few minutes after we sit down, a bartender brings a drink over and places it in front of Kayla.

It's some bright green drink in one of those shakers.

Her eyes widen for a second, confusion on her face.

I stare at it, eyebrows drawn together.

What the fuck?

My gaze goes from the drink to her, and she's looking at me. Who the fuck would buy her a drink when I'm right. fucking. here.

Did she talk to some asshole while I had my back turned? When she was out on the dance floor for like, a minute, before I was there?

She must get what I'm thinking because she shakes her head no. It's a small movement, but I see it.

Just as she's about to ask the bartender, he points to a guy a few tables away. He's sitting with a bunch of other guys around our age. I don't recognize them.

I watch her face as understanding dawns and slowly, a smile pulls on her lips and she looks down at her hands, almost shy. She picks up the drink, takes a sip, and stands up.

She walks over to the guy without a word.

What the fuck?

Logan pulls his mouth away from his girl for the night. "You know that asshole?"

"No, you guys know who he is?" I ask mainly Cam and Dylan.

Dylan speaks up, "Looks familiar but I can't place him."

The whole time she's talking to him, I'm watching.

Creeper.

They talk for a while, both smiling at each other.

Then he leans down and says something close to her ear and immediately her expression changes. She looks almost sad, but when he pulls back she nods her head a few times and his hands move to rub her upper arm.

I'm so close to standing up and punching this guy for touching her.

When she makes her way back, with drink still in hand, she doesn't say anything.

Not one fucking word. Just acts like nothing has happened. No explanation as to who that asshole is, nothing about what they talked about. Nothing.

***

The shit with Kayla and that guy pissed me off, so I take it out on myself. I drink. And drink. And drink.

By whatever the fuck time it is, I'm beyond buzzed and a little more on the drunk side.