Page 8 of Dirty Roulette

I hold the door handle and take a deep breath.

There is no other choice but to bust the lock and I won’t feel bad for the dumbass stupid enough to host a party that is this out of control.

It’s their mistake in the first place. I slam a shoulder into the door, and it bursts right open with splinters flying.

I stare directly at Payton and I’m paralyzed.

My Payt. Pretty icy blue eyes meet mine and so does her perfectly round breasts.

Long dark hair flowing over one of her shoulders and her perfect waist put me in a chokehold.

My mouth goes dry as she leans over to spin the glass bottle.

She’s naked – the girl next door who invaded our house and refused to leave, my sister’s best friend, the girl I’ve never allowed myself to fantasize about.

Fuck she’s naked... and I’m begging my dick not to go hard.

I’m basking in the solace of regret for staring as she covers her chest with her bony knees.

The bottle twirls around the guys in the room, and my heart beats loud in my ears as it slows down and points directly at the bedroom door I stand in front of. Everyone turns their heads to me.

“Spin again, that doesn’t count! He ain’t playing!” Brody snatches the bottle and throws it at her. She shrieks as she holds two hands up to block it as he hollers, “Spin that bottle again!”

Payton gulps, shaking her head. “It didn’t land on you. Shove your ego up your ass.” Her knees shift and Satan wags a taunting finger like a pendulum on an antique clock to not look.

“Payton...” I say. She scuttles around, clutching onto a shirt to cover her perfect perky pink nipples. She’s stumbling over her feet as Brody snatches the shirt, and she trips with it fisted in her hand.

“Let go! I didn’t land on you!” They fight over it like a tug of war.

“You’re just scared you’d like it!” Brody laughs.

“In your dreams!” she screams.

Their argument is drowned out by the ringing in my ears.

It’s like walking in on Brittni all over again.

Brittni had screamed for me to stop. I blacked out.

Jared and Nick were hauling me out into the hallway before I could land one punch.

Jared shouted in my face and held my head in his hands to knock sense into me, telling me to get some fresh air.

Fighting Brody wasn’t worth losing my chance at having a career in a real stadium.

Jared said I should forgive and forget. I’ve tried, and I can’t.

Brody feeds off my suffering like a cannibal.

He’s severed off my limbs, ripping Brittni from my grip, and the only antidote is drinking and smoking until my brain cells melt away.

The girl I thought I loved told me I’m not the one by cheating, leaving me to crawl to sleep in shame.

Now Brody wants Payton too, a girl I’ve only admired through a rearview mirror.

An uncomfortable weight of anxiety digs deep inside the pit of my stomach – attracted to Payton when I know I shouldn’t be.

Her pretty plump lips, the freckles over button nose.

I’m sweating. Brittni’s words sink in my bloodstream.

Maybe I do have a thing for her. Maybe she had a reason to react the way she did.

I never pushed Payton off me when she fell asleep.

I just admired her and pushed away strands of hair stuck to her face.

My heart swells up and hurts with each beat.

Payton’s hourglass figure consumes me and every unholy thought runs through my brain.

The bottle landed on me, and suddenly Brody wants to change the rules of Roulette? I don’t think so. I’ll be the one to end it.

“Back off, prick! I’m in.” The pin drops. I’m imprisoned with a dismembered nervous system, and I can’t shake it off.

Payton morphed into my own personal siren.

The flat nerdy girl I used to tease blossomed into a beautiful woman with round breasts and silky-smooth legs.

And just like dandelions, she’s invasive.

The sight of her in nothing but black panties short circuits the wires in my brain.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t tear my eyes off her.

“Fine. You either fuck her brains out, or I will.”

“You already know the answer. She’s not yours.”

Payton scurries around again for her clothes and heels, clutching them to her chest.

“You know the rules.” He steps in front of her. “I want the tape when you’re done, but before you go, you two need to seal the deal. Or you can kiss Cheer Phi goodbye, sweetheart.” He drags his phone off the floor. The camera lens and red dot steal another piece of me.

“I rather it be Crab than it ever being a piece of shit like you,” she bites back.

Brody laughs with the other guys mimicking her words, and shoving each other around amused. “I bet Charlie will love this. Her best friend is sleeping with her brother. Now drop those clothes for your close-up, sweetie. Or I’ll post the pictures I got of you.”

Payton’s emotionless expression throws ten lashes into my back. The clothes plop to the floor and land on top of her feet. She kicks them aside and the dirtiest look glares straight into his soul. She storms up to me and her body shivers.

I bite my lower lip and rub a thumb over Payton’s cheek. Goosebumps crawl up my skin, but I’m not cold. I lean in, close enough to feel her breath on my skin. Fierce blue irises scan me, and my heart pulsates.

“Take off your panties. They’re mine.” I swallow. Her gaze refuses to leave mine as she shimmies out of them and places the balled-up garments into my hand. I shove them in my back pocket.

Payton curls a fist around the fabric of my jersey.

We both hesitate, and it hurts enough to break open my ribcage.

I scan every inch of her face, her high cheekbones burning red, and my dick acts stupid at the mere sight of her plump lower lip.

The devil can have anything it wants as long as Brody doesn’t ruin her like he’s done with my entire life.

I inch closer. The air between us is warm, heavy, and pulling me into the pits of hell.

Her long eyelashes fasten, and an utter moan breaks free from her windpipes when she closes the space between us.

Payton’s lips freeze as if she’d never kissed anyone before.

I mold a hand across her cheeks and dig them deep in her dark hair, curling a fistful into a tight ball.

A nibble to her bottom lips forces her to part wide enough for me to pour myself in.

She’s a mix of vodka, orange juice, and something else that’s entirely Payton.

Her soft tongue meets the roof of my mouth.

Muscle memory has one of my hands wrapping around her neck and massaging her breasts with the other.

“Ryder...” Payton breathes my name in my mouth, hesitating. Her lips turn away, but I follow a trail of gentle pecks down her neck and suck on the skin. She tugs at my jersey, and we stumble backward, meeting the wall with a thud.

She finds her way back to me, grinding her hips against my thigh and right where my dick is. Yep, I’m screwed. The damn thing pulsates and I might nut straight into my jeans.

It happened once. A random chick danced all over me at homecoming in my acne days of high school.

I couldn’t stop it. It was the first time a girl got me off, and I’m about to revisit that trauma.

We breathe hard into each other’s mouths, and her lips sweep along mine.

She shudders, and another whimper escapes.

I’m high off weed, drunk on Hennessy, and lost to her brushing my hard-on against her skin.

Sweet gasps escape between our lips as she moves her hips up and down.

She’s wet, and it soaks a spot on my jeans.

The way she whimpers with each thrust on my thigh sounds like she’s climaxing.

Her eyes glaze over, and she moans so softly, so innocently.

She is. I bite down on her neck, sucking her skin as she rides it out.

She’s quivering, her legs trembling over my thigh, her breath catches in her throat.

I ache, and it feels like heaven at the same time, and shit.

.. she’s going to make me... I gotta stop her before I explode in my pants.

She turns her head away and stops grinding on my thigh. “I’m sorry...” she whispers. I stare at the empty cups on the floor with all her belongings, telling my dick to chill out. “I’m a...”

Her nose brushes mine. I place my hand under her jaw. “I’ve never done anything before,” she whispers. My heart stops. The insides of my brain shut down like a circuit breaker cutting the power.

She’s a... She’s a virgin.

No wonder he wanted her.

“Put your clothes on and let’s go.” My lips feel unholy, but I’m drawn to Payton as she scrambles, throwing on the crop top over her head.

“Hey! Hey, we were just getting started!” Brody shouts with his hands held out. Payton slips on her shorts and shoes and hurries out the door buttoning up. “I still expect that video, Crab!”

Brody and the guys in the room laugh and say something I don’t pay attention to as I hurdle down the hallway and open other doors. They’re empty, but one is locked. I bang two fists against the door.

“Charlie!” A ringing in my ears pierces the inside of my skull. “Open the damn door!” I pound and the bitterness of bile meets my tongue.

My vision blurs and turns white as I shove a shoulder into the door.

It takes me three tries before the lock breaks, and it flies open with a thud.

The hallway light bleeds into the room. Charlie’s hands are tangled in some guy’s hair, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he’s working his way to pulling her underwear off.

I smack the light switch on the side of the wall.

“What the hell, Charlie!”

She covers her eyes with a hand. “Oh, my god, get out!”

“Jesus-fucking-Christ! Put some clothes on!” I shout and stare at the carpet floor with the wrath of God erasing any moral sense left within me.