“There she is. Come sit on my lap, Five,” Scott orders as he pushes Thirty-Six off him, and she falls to the floor with a disgruntled yelp, shoots me a death stare, and then scampers off.
I can feel Tom’s eyes on me as I take a seat, and I try to swallow over the large lump lodged in my throat.
“Sixteen, get us drinks,” he orders as he pulls me flush against him, and casually places his hands high on my thighs, brushing against the hem of my dress. One inch higher and he’ll touch my panties, and I’m praying to whoever may listen, that he’ll leave me alone.
Sixteen comes back with a tray of drinks and Scott takes a glass that looks like it’s filled with water, and another with whiskey, before he offers me the clear one.
“She doesn’t drink,” Tucker growls from his seat, his eyes stare intently at Scott’s hands, and he pushes them up just a fraction higher than before.
“She can decide for herself. What will it be, Five? Water or Vodka?”
“Screw it,” I mutter as I take the glass and throw it back. I’m not an idiot, I already know the fruity number was far from alcohol free. Although vodka isn’t the same as I choke when it burns the back of my throat, and he laughs before he orders Sixteen to grab the bottle. Alcohol seems like a great reprieve, and hopefully, I won’t notice Scott’s hands if I keep drinking.
“Take your fill, Five. You may make this evening more interesting,” he whispers in my ear, and I remember the way his voice made me feel when I saw him on the train. I feel a faint resemblance to those feelings now.
I hate Scott, there’s no doubt about it, but I don’t have to like these assholes. I just have to follow their orders and try to not get on their bad side.
I pour another glass before Sixteen adds lemonade with a soft smile and then walks off to stand beside Jake. I hadn’t even realized he was here. At least he isn’t staring daggers at D.
My eyes flicker around the room. I can see Bradley, but my bestie is nowhere to be found, and my stomach twists.
“Don’t think, just do,” Scott says, as his hands push my hem out of the way, and he plays with the spaghetti strap that holds my panties together.
I take another drink, and another, before I forego the lemonade and the glass, and start taking pulls from the bottle. I hope the more I drink, the less I’ll remember whatever Scott has planned for me. Tom watches wide eyed, and Tucker looks pensive, but I’m starting to forget to care.
“Kiss my neck, Five. I want to feel your teeth, but no hickeys,” he demands, and I take another swig, as I try to pluck up the courage to do as he orders.
I turn around until my legs are facing the side, and my shoulder brushes against his chest. I drop my mouth down to his neck, kissing softly, my lips a gentle brush against his flesh before I sink my teeth into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. I hear Scott gasp, and his hand trails off my leg and against my sweet spot. It doesn’t get me going like the other guys, but I can still feel the warmth build, and tingles shoot up my spine.
His hand threads in my hair before he pulls me back, bares my neck to him, and sinks his teeth into me before lapping at the wound with his tongue. He leans back and looks at me. I don’t see lust in his eyes, I can’t see anything but boredom and disinterest. So why the fuck is he doing this?
“Five, my turn,” Tucker demands, and Scott pushes me off him before slapping my ass, and I stumble on my feet. The world chooses this moment to start spinning as I slowly make my way to him.
“Straddle me.” My eyes find his, but I’m not sure which one I’m supposed to sit on.
“I didn’t know you had a twin,” I say, and his eyes widen before he scoffs and pulls me onto him, my legs going either side of his. Tucker’s hands go to my ass as he grinds me against him. I can’t believe how hard he is, or that he even wants me on his lap.
“You decided you want me again.” Where the fuck did that come from?
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he replies coolly. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and I’m transfixed. My tongue darts out to wet my own, and his eyes watch the movement just as intently.
“Oh, of course not. I wouldn’t dream of expecting any kind of answer from you, Tucker.” I stretch his name, rolling it across my tongue.
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he demands, his fingers digging into my ass, and my body reacts by growing hot and wet.
“What part was unclear?” I retort, my head cocking to the side as his jaw grinds.
“Why wouldn’t you expect an answer?”
“Are you being serious?” A laugh bubbles up as I shake my head at him, taking another sip before looking him head on. “Mr. Secretive, someone who says nothing about anything, and has a rather unhealthy obsession with his cell phone.”
“I think I prefer you when you’re sober,” he throws out.
Scott replies with, “I don’t. This is fucking funny.”
“Careful, Tucker, you don’t want to act as though you care. If you start being nice, she may pick you to be her first,” Aeron scoffs, and I can’t remember why his words should make me feel relieved.
“Fuck off.” Tucker sits there, with his mouth hanging open at my words, and I shrug in return.
“Did she just swear?” Aeron asks, disbelief clear to hear in his voice.
“So what? It’s not like I killed someone. I guess we should just leave that up to you guys. Only a Harkwright can get away with murder.”
I hear gasps, laughter from Aeron, and even the odd growl.
“I think you should watch what you say,” Tom warns, and I laugh as I take another swig, and climb off Tucker’s lap.
“I think you should realize the world doesn’t revolve around your fucking surname.” Why am I being mean to Tom? Ooh, I like this song.
My hips move as I sway to the music, dropping low, before sliding my hands up my legs as I straighten. The bottle somehow makes its way back to my mouth as I start to twirl, until everything is spinning and it doesn’t stop, even when I stop moving.
“Maybe we should stop this,” I hear Tom say.
“Fuck that, this is a show of the lifetime,” Scott replies as his arms slide around my waist, and he grinds his hips into my ass.
My stomach is twisted, and I feel a little sick, but I still drink. I just want the world to disappear. Warrior by Avril Lavigne comes on and I sing along, using the bottle as a microphone. I can’t sing for shit, but right now I’m the queen of this song, and no one will stop me from declaring myself as a warrior.
When the song ends, I’m spun around and a warm mouth closes over mine. My hands stay gripping the bottle as Scott steps back and retakes his seat. I shake it off before I walk over to Emmet, and the girls shoot me death stares, but he doesn’t do or say anything. He just grips my hips and opens his legs so I can stand between them. His hands skip up my hips and rest just below my armpits, his fingers grazing the sides of my breasts. I couldn’t wear a bra in this damn dress, and I think he’s realized that.
“What do you want to do, Star?” he asks, his voice low, and it slides across my skin like warm water.
I giggle and I can’t stop it; I drop forward, my hands rest on his thighs as I hang my head and try to stop myself from laughing, but it isn’t working. I look up at him and he looks back, a twinkle in his eyes as my eyes flick down, and I realize how close I am to his cock.