Page 35 of Infatuated
“Hi, Tristan,” Paul says.
“Hi, Mr. Bowman. How was the trip to California?” I ask. Kasey pulls back from me and tries to lace her fingers with mine. I pull out of her grasp and cross my arms. From the corner of my eyes, I can see she looks up at me but doesn’t say anything.
“Great. The campus is nice. It’s farther than I wanted her to go, but it looks like a nice school.”
Mom and Dad come out to greet them, and I turn away from Kasey, focusing on welcoming the families as they walk over from their cabins. The band has started playing, and some of the younger kids are jumping around on the dance floor. Most of the adults stop at the bar for a drink before hanging around the perimeter of the dance floor, swaying to the upbeat tune.
“Tristan, you can’t ignore me forever. I know you better than anyone, and you’ve had enough time to cool down.”
“Kasey, I don’t have time to do this right now.” I look around, making sure Lana or Molly aren’t around. “I’ve got guests to attend to.”
She narrows her eyes. “You do know you’renotthe owner of this place, right? You’re eighteen, Tristan. You don’t have to be responsible for this place. It’s your parents’ business, not yours. I don’t know why you think you have to attend to the guests.”
It shouldn’t piss me off, but it does. I grit my teeth and push a harsh breath out of my nose. One more quick look around, and I grab her by the elbow, pulling her with me.
“Ow, you’re hurting me,” she cries out, drawing attention to us.
I glare at her but let her arm drop when we’re hidden behind the house and away from guests. She smirks when she looks around.
“Looking for a quickie, Tristan? I know you’re into some kinky shit. Does your rebound know, too?”
On one of our many attempts to hide from prying eyes, we learned that behind the house is the best place for a quickie. It’s great because it’s hidden, but if anyone was to approach, we would hear them before they could see us.
“Kasey,” I warn through gritted teeth.
She rolls her eyes. “Wow, you’ve become a lot less fun in the week since we broke up.”
“Say your piece and leave me alone.”
She steps into my space and puts her hands on my chest, pushing me against the side of the house. Then she steps between my legs. Her chest is pressed against mine as she tilts her head up to look into my eyes.
“We’re good together, you and I. You have a good head on your shoulders, and you’re safe. I like that.” She runs her hand down my chest and stomach, stopping at the top of my jeans. “I don’t want to lose you. You always said you were going to marry me. We can still have that, but I need this time to experience life outside of Laramie.”
She drags her fingers down and settles them over my flaccid dick. A week ago, her exploring my body would have made me perk up in seconds, but not now. Not when Lana fills my mind. I grab her wrist and pull her hand off of me.
“Kasey, we’re not good for one another. I see that now. You’re too controlling, and I need someone who’ll support me, not try to change me. I know you came with your parents, so I won’t ask you to leave, but I need you to stay out of my way.”
“You don’t mean that.” She says it with a cocky tone then starts sinking to her knees, keeping her eyes locked with mine.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say she had an amazing mouth. Hardly any gag reflex, and she knows exactly what I like. Thank God I’ve gotten off twice today; otherwise, I might be tempted to have her suck me off for old time’s sake. I grab her shoulders and pull her back up to a standing position.
“I have guests waiting. I wish you the best of luck, Kasey. I really do. I know you’ll find someone who is perfect for you. It’s just not me.”
Her alabaster skin turns red, which makes her freckles darken even more. I leave her standing there, giving her a chance to cool down. When I turn the corner, Lana is walking toward me. She’s in a cream-colored lace tank top, a jean skirt that stops just above her knees, and a pair of tan cowboy boots. She looks every bit a cowgirl, and I want to wrap her in my arms and kiss her until she’s breathless and needy.
She looks up from her feet, and her mouth pops open when she sees me. She slowly lowers her eyes over me from head to toe, and a blush creeps up her neck and face. She just undressed me with her eyes and enjoyed the show.
“Um, your mom said you were out this way.”
“Yeah, just dealing with something. Come on, let’s get to the dance. I want to see how much you remember from your lesson today.”
She looks over my shoulder at Kasey, who has come out of her hiding spot to watch the interaction between us. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she glares at Lana.
She takes a small step back from me and glances between the two of us. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I take her hand in mine and keep my eyes on her. “You didn’t interrupt anything. We were just talking.”
Kasey storms past us and mumbles something under her breath as she passes Lana. I couldn’t make it out, but it seems Lana did. She looks down at her clothes and pulls her eyebrows together in distress.