“Don’t worry, you don’t have to do this,” I murmured to her before calling out to everyone else. “Guys, she’s not a stripper! Jesus.”
As much as I would have loved to watch her strip, I wasn’t that much of an asshole.
“Thank you,” she said, her shoulders shaking a little as I got up and gave her a reassuring smile. Actually, her whole body was wobbling a bit, as if she were slightly inebriated and trying her best to hide it. If she was drunk, then that’d certainly explain her outburst when she stormed in here a few minutes ago. It had been so out of character for her.
By now, most of my friends had gone back to partying and the music was back on, so there was no fear of anyone overhearing our conversation. I gave Rory a pat on the back, feeling like a patronizing jackass.
“No problem. You should get back to your room anyway, it’s getting late,” I said. Initiating big brother mode, apparently.
“Huh?” She looked up at me with a confused expression and crossed her arms. “Why? It’s not even eight-thirty yet. It’s not like I have a bedtime, Finn. I’m only one year younger than you.”
“Well, act like it, then,” I said, wondering why she was being so belligerent tonight.
She gave me an icy glare. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“Don’t come busting in here screaming at all my friends like a banshee, then,” I said, returning her stare. “What’s wrong with you? I mean, first you come in whining about the noise, and now you want to stay? Are you drunk or something?”
She rolled her eyes. “I had a couple of glasses of wine with some friends earlier, but I’m nowhere near as drunk as your friends seem to be. I can’t believe they actually thought I was a stripper!”
I arched an eyebrow. “Well, look at those pants…aren’t they a little revealing?” I said, hoping my jealousy wasn’t too noticeable.
I knew I had no right to be jealous, but fuck, I didn’t want other guys staring at her sexy ass. Considering how tight the pants were, there was no way any red-blooded guy wouldn’t be staring.
“Are you saying I look like a stripper?” she asked in an acid tone.
I shook my head. “Not exactly…I’m just saying, they’re very tight and revealing. I wouldn’t have let you out in those pants if I’d had any say in it.”
Because if I had any say in it, you’d never be wearing any clothes at all, I silently added.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re seriously telling me how to dress now, like I’m some sort of child?”
“Maybe,” I said with a smirk. I wasn’t being serious; teasing her and getting her all riled up was just amusing as hell.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t actually have any say in what I do, isn’t it?” she said.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hmm…I dunno about that. Pretty sure I can make you leave this party if I want to.”
She narrowed her eyes, her look challenging me, and we stared at each other like dueling gunslingers waiting to see which one of us would draw first. I’d be damned if I’d blink before she did. I could feel my dick stirring in my pants already…she was driving me crazy. Her eyes alone could get me hard, whereas the stripper grinding on me earlier had only made me regret throwing this bachelor party.
And we were fighting, for fuck’s sake.
It was definitely those goddamn leather pants she was wearing. Where the hell did she get them, anyway? They needed to go. Actually, they needed to end up on the floor of my bedroom, if I had it my way.
“So you want me to go?” Rory finally asked.
“Yeah,” I growled, sitting back down. “If you know what’s good for you.”
And if you don’t want me to carry you into my bedroom and fuck you senseless.
I thought that was it, but apparently not. She wasn’t leaving just yet. She smirked at me, coming closer to my seat. Her gait was still unsteady, and I wondered if the ‘couple of glasses of wine’ she’d claimed to have had earlier was actually four or five glasses.
“So you think I’m a kid, huh? Is this something a kid would do?” she asked, lightly fingering the top of her blouse as she stepped right up to my lap. “Maybe your friends had the right idea earlier…”
Oh no.
What the hell was she doing? I was almost losing it by this point, but I somehow managed to stay in my seat, staring up at her. She parted her legs, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes trained on hers as she slowly came forward and slid onto my lap, making me groan. Her center was hot against mine as she ground her hips on my crotch. Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to last long like this.