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All it takes is a few more equally matched strokes and I fall apart, biting into the seat as I cry out and my body shudders, wracked with the electric release of my orgasm.
“Oh, pretty boy,” Nash moans behind me. “That little show was spectacular.”
With my body still spasming against my will, he thrusts into me again and again until his own body tenses and stills. His cock throbs inside of me as he leans his head over my shoulder, moaning into my ear through his climax and filling me with his cum.
“Now,” he rubs my back as he pulls out, catching his breath, “go back to your party. You’ll be missed.”
All that I can do is gape at him over my shoulder. I can’t speak; I can’t stop the quivering in my body. I swear to god, I pulled a muscle in my side just from coming. He brings a hand up to smooth my hair back into place and maneuvers himself to pull his pants back on. After long moments, I follow suit with a shaky hand.
“Don’t miss anymore calls, you menace,” I tell him as I step out of the car.
When I walk back into the party, everyone is so into what they’re doing that they don’t even notice me. I probably could have stayed out there with Nash all night and no one would have batted an eye.
I pluck another champagne flute from the table and dunk it under the fountain as my dad approaches me. He sways on his feet just a little bit, and I think I may actually be witnessing a properly drunken Colt Fowler for the first time in my life.
“My son, the magister of economics!” He shouts, smacking a hand against my back.
“No one really calls it that anymore,” I laugh. I lift my glass to my lips and his brow furrows at me.
“You’re shaking. Are you alright?”
“Oh. Adrenaline,” I assure him. “It was a big day.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and points to a table on the far side of the main room, littered with different foods. “There arechicken nuggetsover there,” he grimaces. “Get something to eat.”
“Oh cool, I’ll go make you a plate. Heavy on the nugs.”
“I will have you taken out of my will so fast your head will spin,” he threatens, and I practically double over in laughter.
This night is a good night. It might actually be the best night that I’ve had in months. I can shut down the worry, the pain, the darkness; even just for a few hours. I can let myself be celebrated and enjoy the people around me. I can worry about everything else later; for the next few hours, I can justlive.
•
I lay at the edge of my bed with my head hanging backward over the side as Rowan walks into the room giggling. “Your dad is hammered,” she tells me as she flops down next to me, dropping a bottle of Gatorade onto my stomach. “He barely made it to bed with one shoe and a pant leg off. Did you have fun tonight?”
A chuckle rolls out of me and I can’t help but smile. “Oh yeah,” I tell her, “I had a great time.”
“Good.” She rolls to the other side of the bed, dropping her hand to the nightstand next to her, and she opens the top drawer, digging around until she pulls out my secret stash ofgummy worms. “I’m kind of surprised Mariah isn’t in here with you. Unless she’s hiding under your bed or something.”
“Nope. I didn’t bring anyone back.”
“Which means you did all your celebrating at the party,” she says, dramatically pretending to gag.
I cackle, throwing a hand over my mouth. Shit, maybe Dad’s not the only drunk one. “It wasn’t indoors,” I tell her.
“Eww!” She whines, tearing open the bag of gummy worms and taking a bite of one. “I was just kidding!”
“You know, I was around while you were pregnant. You can’t sit there and pretend you’re grossed out by sex.”
“I’m grossed out byyouhaving sex.” The bag of candy smacks against my stomach before Ro flops down onto her back, hanging her head over the edge of the bed next to me. “Wanna do a face mask with me? Your skin is gonna be all dull and angry from the alcohol tomorrow.”
I let out a laugh way louder than I mean to. “I went on a three-week long bender. Did my skin lookdull and angryafter that?”
“You looked like you’d been microwaved,” she tells me with a deadpan expression.
The two of us burst into a howling, raucous laughter that shakes the entire bed and makes it hard to breathe, which only fuels the laughter further until we’re both laughing so hard that we’ve gone completely silent.
“Oh god, okay,” Rowan eventually sighs with her hand on her chest, slowly rolling herself over and looking at her smart watch. “I’m doing a face mask. You can join me or you can make the wrong decision. It’s up to you.”