Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Diane: AKA Bellamy
Nora: Don’t encourage that shit, Diane
Diane: Nora’s just salty because we can’t go to Bennett’s parties anymore.
I didn’t mention the fact that Bellamy had, in fact, already demanded I go to said party. Or that I was already dressed.
Me: Sounds fun. What time?
Nora: Hendrix. Hunt. The guy who licked the window, Drew. No!
I snorted.
Me: I mean, yes, but tell me you wouldn’t...
Diane: What window? Is that code word for your vay-jay-jay? OMG. NORA!!! Did you let him go down on you?????????????
Nora: NO!
Me: We’re going. It’ll be fun. I’ll pick you guys up at ten.
* * *
“I can’t believe you made me come here.” Nora sulked in my passenger seat, staring through the windshield at Hendrix’s delipidated house.
“Lighten up, Nora.” Diane shoved out of the car, swigging wine from the bottle as she rounded the front.
I grabbed the tequila I’d stolen from my dad’s office, then we followed her through the maze of cars scattered over the driveway.
Music thumped from inside, and the second we stepped onto the sagging porch, something inside smashed, followed by a loud cheer. Truly, I expected nothing short of complete chaos from a party at Hendrix’s house.
The door swung open, and a very drunk girl wearing shorts and a bra staggered out, thrusting her drink at me.
I glanced at the half-empty cup with lipstick stains along the rim. “I’m good.”
She shoved it against my chest, anyway, giving me no choice but to take it unless I wanted it all over the front of my dress. And then she stumbled to the railing and hurled over the porch.
I chucked the drink into the bushes.
Nora looked from her to me to the bottle of tequila in my hand, then she held out her hand. “I’ll drive tonight.”
I shrugged and dropped my keys into her waiting palm. If she wanted to try to do this sober...by all means. She could have at it.
We shouldered through the packed hallway and into the crowded living room. The place looked half derelict. The carpet was worn and stained, and wallpaper peeled from the corners of the ceilings. The smell of body odor, beer, and weed was repulsive. Did people actually live like this? I couldn’t help but wonder if Bellamy did.
Hendrix stood on the coffee table, shirtless and with a Coors Light box on his head.
Several topless girls darted through the room as he performed some rendition of the Macarena.
A guy from my history class reclined back on the couch while a girl gave him a blow job. I’d never seen this kind of debauchery in my life.
On a frown, Nora gestured around the room. “You two wanted to come to this.”
“Again.” Diane took another swig of wine. “Lighten up, Nora. It’s a party.”
Hendrix froze mid-hip circle-thrust, wiping a hand over his heavily tattooed chest. “Nora the Explorer!” he cackled, then thrust his hips while singing: “I’ve gotta a ballsack loaded up with things and knickknacks, too. Anything I might need, I’ll find inside of you—ballsack. Ballsack.”
I didn’t even know what to say.
Diane frowned. “Did he just make Dora the Explorer perverted?”
“Fuck yeah, I did!” He grabbed his crotch and gave it a shake before hopping off the table. “Feel free to take a number. I’ll make sure you get serviced before the night’s over. Free oil checks with my dipstick O’ orgasms.” He pointed to a red plastic ticket dispenser in the corner, a sign attached to it that read: Take a number. A couple of girls actually went and took a ticket from that thing.
Of all the random shit to have… “Where the hell did you get that?” I asked.
“Stole it from the DMV.”
Of course, he did.
“I don’t get it. He’s gross.” Nora shook her head at the girls with their tickets. “I’m going to find some water.” Then she walked off.
“Oh, she gets it.” Diane laughed, eyeing Hendrix up and down like he was her next snack.
A warm hand landed on my side, sliding around to my stomach and sending a thrill zipping through my veins that only he could elicit.
“Aw, baby girl.” Bellamy’s breath heated my neck, and my heart leaped into an elated little sprint as he pulled my back to his chest. “Whatcha doing here?”
Diane gave me a knowing glance before slipping into the crowd.
I turned in his arms, meeting those honey-colored eyes. “Changed my mind. Figured I’d come and witness the depravity.”
“Nah.” He leaned into me, his fingers playing at my hips. “I don’t think you changed your mind.”
Seconds ticked by, bass thumping in the background while the dancing party goers around us faded into the background. The heat of his skin seeped through the material of my dress, and that intoxicating thrum hummed to life between us.
“Do your friends know you came here just to see me?”
“Is that what you think?”
“It’s what I know.” His teeth raked across his lip, then he laced his fingers through mine and led me through the crowded party. Not only did I follow without hesitation, but holding his hand felt far too normal, and I hated that I liked it so much.