His brow lifts as he appraises the bottle. “I thought you caught the end of my story earlier. I don’t do tequila.”
“Well,” I say, setting the bottle on the end of the foosball table and resetting the score. “Then I guess you better kick ass at this game.”
A few of the girls have scattered, but a small crowd is forming around us. I see Adam and Jess make their way through to the front. Jess shakes her head at me but gives an approving wink.
“And if I don’t?” Kip asks, moving to the other side of the table. Perfect. Ante up, big boy.
“Then you’re taking a shot of tequila,” I say simply. “And if you do somehow pull it out and beat me, I’ll take the shot. Fair?”
He tilts his head, skeptic. “I can’t figure out if I’m about to get hustled or not. Plus, who’s to say you don’t love tequila?”
“I hate tequila,” I lie, putting my best poker face to the test. No time for practicing for the tournament like the present, right? “And I never said I suck at foosball. If I did, I wouldn’t be making this wager. Now, are we done pussyfooting around? I want to see your face when I score on you.”
A clip of laughter breaks out around us and I notice the crowd growing. Kip doesn’t seem even slightly fazed. He smiles, rolls his sleeves up a little higher, and takes his position. “You talk a lot for someone who’s about to get skunked.”
I return his smile and scoot the bottle of tequila a little toward him. “I’ll just leave this here. You know, in case you get tired of losing and want to forfeit.”
Adam breaks in and grabs the ball from the middle, holding it in the air. “Okay, both of you shut up already and let your hands do the talking. Ready?”
Kip and I nod and the crowd cheers. As soon as Adam drops the ball through the serving hole, my hands are moving quickly – grabbing at handles and twisting to maneuver the ball. I use my middle row of figures to kick the ball down the table and knock it in effortlessly with an assist from the row closest to Kip’s goalie. Cheers break out and my Little slaps me on the ass with a, “Get him, girl!” before Adam grabs the ball to be served again.
I lift my brow toward Kip and offer a smirk. “Sorry. Was I supposed to be taking it easy on you?”
Usually by now my smart mouth would be earning a reaction, but Kip just smiles and zeroes back in on the table, waiting for the ball to drop. This time, we play back and forth for a few minutes before Kip scores on me.
“You’re not the only one who can get it in the hole,” he spouts off, grinning. I roll my eyes. Adam holds the ball up again, and this time I’ve got my game face on.
Twenty minutes later, the score is nine to eight – I’m up. Just one more goal and I win. Pretty much everyone in the Alpha Sig house has gathered around now. You would think we were playing strip foosball instead of just betting a shot of tequila, but apparently we’re entertaining.
Adam holds the ball just outside the serving hole and I smile up at Kip. “Better start cutting that lime, Four Eyes.”
He grins, but still doesn’t seem fazed. I have a bad habit of pissing guys off when I get in my competitive mode, but Kip doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, if anything – I’d say he’s enjoying it.
As soon as the ball hits the table, Kip and I frantically twist and spin our handles, knocking the ball back and forth several times. He gets close to scoring on me but I block last second with my goalie, the ball jamming between the bottom of my peg and the table. I send it flying back toward his goal and look for an opening. A few more passes, screams ringing out, and then I spin with my right hand and one of my figures kicks the ball straight past Kip’s goalie and into the goal.
Score.
Everyone cheers and a few of Kip’s new brothers grab him around the neck and rub his head with their knuckles, laughing as he covers his face with his hands in defeat. Jess and Cassie engulf me in a group hug and I high five them both before grabbing the bottle, lime, and salt and striding over to Kip. “Grab me a knife will you, Little Nug?”
Cassie runs off to the kitchen and I eye my surroundings and see there’s an abandoned, long folding table that was being used for a game of beer pong not too far behind Kip. His eyes meet mine as I get closer, but I walk purposefully past him and use my arm to quickly clear the remaining empty cups off the table.
“Are we playing another game?” he asks, following me.
I shake my head and prop my ass up on the table before taking the knife from Cassie, slicing the lime into wedges. I grab Kip’s hand and falter slightly, the electricity from the touch catching me off guard, but then quickly I lean down and lick the spot between his thumb and pointer finger and then cover it with salt. Smiling at his dumbfounded expression, I lean back. “I said you had to take a shot of tequila if you lost. I didn’t say you’d get to shoot it out of a shot glass.”
I pop one of the lime wedges in my mouth just as everyone cheers. The guys are hooting, pounding their fists in the air, and my sisters who are still hanging around are all yelling our sorority chant about being down to party.
If you didn’t come to party, you shouldn’t have come at all!
We’re swinging from the chandelier and bouncing off the walls!
If you can’t hang with the best, then you might as well leave!
Because we came here to party, we’re motherfucking KKB!”
Kip’s eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open a little as I lift my shirt up and tuck it just below my bra line. I pour the tequila and it pools in my navel and the crevices of what little stomach definition I have. After I set the bottle back down, I wink up at Kip and pull my hands behind my head, cockily waiting.
A few more brothers slap Kip on his arm, which seems to pull him out of his trance. He looks down at me with determination before licking his hand. Cheers ring out again, and then his mouth is on my skin.
Holy shit.
His lips and tongue work together to suck up the alcohol, his teeth catching my skin between them every now and then. I shiver a little and curse my body because I know I have chills breaking out. Kip notices, too, because I feel him smile against my ribs before he drags the stubble on his jaw up and over my chest, my neck, and bites the lime in my mouth. He sucks it dry and then pulls my mouth to his, and even though the screams are deafening, I feel like I can’t hear a single one. My ears go numb and my skin tingles to life as Kip pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before pressing his lips to mine again. One of his hands is pressed to the side of my face, the pad of his thumb grazing my cheek while the other is grasped firmly on my still wet hip. His lips are soft, but demanding. This might be the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, and yet somehow I’m kind of wishing I would have waited and had it in private. And not because I’m ashamed, but because I don’t want to share.
He pulls back and helps me sit up as the cheers die down and everyone goes back to their business. Jess and Cassie both wink at me and point to the kitchen, indicating for me to meet them there. I nod at them and then place my hands on Kip’s shoulders, hopping down from the table.
“Now that,” I say, locking my eyes on his bright blues and wiping the lime juice from my bottom lip. “Is a first impression.”
I didn’t expect to meet Skyler Thorne when I came to fraternity rush tonight, but damn did she show up. I’ve been talking and playing drinking games with Adam and some of the other brothers all night, but my eyes haven’t left hers for more than a few minutes at a time. Talk to Adam, look up and find her. Sink a shot in beer pong, look up and find her. Go piss, come back and look for her. It’s kind of sick, actually, but I’m not apologizing.
Skyler is unique looking. She’s lean, that much I could tell from meeting her the first time, but she’s also got muscle definition like she surfs or dances or something. Her blue eyes are large, almost too large, and they match the plump misfit that is her bottom lip. God, I loved pulling that lip between my teeth.