Brady pulls Sadie into him, giving her a kiss on her head, and she smiles up at him. They have an unspoken bond that makes me envious, but I’m not capable of having what they have. “Hey, you came.” Her voice makes me melt like ice cream after hot fudge has been poured over it. I turn around to find her holding hands with Rob. I hope I can disguise the disgust I feel seeing her hand in someone else’s.
“I told you I would,” I say, my words almost stopping when she wraps those small arms around my neck to hug me.
“I know, but I worried you would change your mind.” She pulls back from me and smiles before noticing Emily’s arm through mine. “Oh…you brought someone,” she says, clearly taken aback. She stares at Emily, waiting for an introduction.
“I’d say he did,” Rob adds, smiling at Emily’s tits.
“Um…” I hesitate.
“I’m Emily, Grant’s date,” Emily answers for me and I give her a disbelieving look.
“Not exactly,” I try to reassure Jessa. I just don’t know whose benefit it was for, mine or hers. “I saw Emily at the gym and she didn’t have any plans, so I invited her.” I maneuver my arm away from Emily.
“The more the merrier,” Jessa casually remarks, and I wonder if I misread any of what just happened. I swear there was jealousy in her demeanor, but my imagination might be getting the better of me.
“Definitely, the more the merrier,” Rob declares as his eyes roam Emily’s body once again. “I’m Rob, by the way.” He holds out his hand and Emily shakes it, giving him a smile and a giggle.
“Nice to meet you,” she says, inching closer to him and squeezing Jessa out. Although I like that Jessa is now closer to me, the look on her face while watching Rob ogling Emily distresses me.
“Let’s go, Emily.” I pull her arm back toward me, leading her into the other room. Once in the living room, I glance back and see Rob standing over the keg and Jessa watching us.
Emily and I dance to a few songs, but neither one of us is used to this kind of music. It’s heavier rock than even what The Invisibles play. I’ve seen Jessa a few times, lingering between groups of people. Occasionally, our eyes seem to find each other’s at the same moment and we exchange a small smile. So far, I believe Emily is enjoying herself much more than I am. When I tell her I’m going to get us some drinks, she waves me off, sitting on the couch between two guys who are clearly interested in her. Or at least her body anyway.
“Where did you find her?” Jessa startles me as I’m pouring drinks for Emily and myself.
“I told you, she belongs to Barbells and she’s in my sister sorority.” I’m having a hard time judging if she’s upset or not.
“Are you dating her?”
“No, why?” I want her to say it. God, please tell me she’s jealous.
“Just curious,” she answers and shrugs her shoulders.
“So, are you glad Rob’s back?” I ask, diverting the subject back to her. I have to keep reminding myself that she belongs to someone else.
“Of course,” she says, her voice sounding a little overly excited.
“That’s good.” I hold the two drinks in my hand, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“Where is he?”
“I’m not sure, somewhere around here.”
“You better find him, it’s almost midnight,” I tell her, praying like hell she stays put.
“I guess I should,” she says, not moving and taking Emily’s drink from my hand. “Are you going to kiss her at midnight?” she asks.
“Who? Emily?”
“Yes, Emily.” She peeks up at me through her eyelashes and I can see it now. Thank God, she’s fucking jealous.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say.
“Why not?” she asks, shyly biting her lower lip.
“Because there’s someone else I’d much rather kiss,” I admit. I see that everyone in the room next to us is standing up, eagerly watching the ball start to drop. I look around and notice we’re alone in the kitchen.
“Who?” She takes the drink from my hand and places it on the counter, trapping me with her arms, as the countdown begins in the next room.
“I don’t think I should tell you.” My hands stay firmly on the sides of the countertop, gripping the edge so hard my knuckles are white.
“Say it, Grant,” she whispers, leaning up toward me. Our lips are so close, I can smell the peppermint schnapps on her breath. “Who do you want to kiss at midnight?” she continues, inching closer with every word.
“You,” I reveal, and just as voices throughout the house scream ‘Happy New Year’, her lips crash into mine. I place my hands on her hips, drawing her closer to me.
The warmth of her soft lips is enough to undo me. I lick her lips, asking for them to part, and her tongue automatically meets mine. Her hands rest on the back of my head as I move my hands to either side of her face, holding her in place while she lets me greedily consume her mouth. In all my conquests, I’ve never been so turned on by just one kiss. As our kiss come to a gentle closure, I keep my arms wrapped around her, holding her against me. My arms remain intact with my head tucked in the curve of her neck as I give her soft kisses.
“Happy New Year,” I whisper, nibbling on her ear.
“Happy New Year,” she says back. For a brief moment, it’s only us in this house.
“Happy New Year!” Rob’s boisterous voice hollers into the room and Jessa quickly moves away from me, but I grab her hand in the crowd. We hold our fingers together until Rob comes into view with a disheveled Emily right behind him. “Babe, where were you?” He bends down, kissing the same lips I just had against mine only moments ago.
“I’ve been right here the whole time,” Jessa says, glancing over to me briefly before wrapping her arm around Rob’s waist.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rob says to her and she nods, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.
As he guides her out of the room and Emily takes Jessa’s place by my side, Jessa turns my way one last time before being swallowed up by the crowd. Things just got more fucked up.
Jessa
Rob walks me out of the house while my body is still tingling from having Grant’s lips on mine. I can’t explain what came over me. Seeing that sorority chick all over him got me totally fired up, even though he’s not mine and I have no claim to him. Jesus, I have my own boyfriend, who is now escorting me home.
“Hey babe, you want to get something to eat?” Rob’s voice pulls me away from my convoluted thoughts. I pray the blush that I’m sure fills my cheeks goes unnoticed.
“I’m not really hungry,” I tell him, but he pulls up to the drive-thru window anyway, ordering both of us food.
“I told you I wasn’t hungry,” I inform him. He looks my way and then back to the cashier, handing her his money. “Rob, I’m not going to eat it.”
“You need it, look how skinny you’re getting.” His eyes roam up and down my body before he turns around to grab the food. “I’m gone for like two weeks and I swear you lost five pounds.” I’m sure it’s his way of caring about me, but lately he seems obsessed with my weight.
We head back to the house, and it’s the first night that I’m going to spend living under the same roof with Rob. Even though we have separate rooms, I doubt we’ll sleep apart.
Opening the back door, I see that we’re alone in the house. Rob throws the food on the table and grabs me. “Let’s have round two,” he says, grabbing my ass and hoisting me on the counter. His lips and tongue frantically devour my body, while his hands fiddle with my pants. We had sex when he came back earlier this evening and I enjoyed it…then.