I raise my brows when the girl pulls back and I catch a glimpse of their faces. She’s grinding on top of the guy beneath her—God only knows if either one of them are wearing anything under the waterline. Couples having sex at a party wouldn’t normally faze me, but in this case, when the guy is Kingston Davenport and the girl is most definitely not Peyton, it gets my attention. I’m not deluding myself into thinking what happened in my closet the other day meant anything to him, but damn, how many girls does he hook up with?
Right before I’m about to look away, our gazes meet. I can see the muscles in his arms flexing, the same way they did when he had his hand under my towel. The brunette writhing on his lap is moaning loudly now, leaving no question as to what his hand is doing under the water. My face flushes in rage, and maybe a little bit of arousal, as my body remembers exactly how talented his fingers are.
Kingston’s lips form into a wicked grin as my eyes narrow on him. I could swear he’s challenging me right now—that for some reason he’s doing this to make a point. Why the hell would I care who he hooks up with? He’s not my boyfriend nor do I ever want him to be my boyfriend. So, why do I feel like walking over there and dragging her off of him by her hair?
I take the final sip of my drink and set the cup on the bench. Turning to Lawson, I say, “You know what? I think I’d like to get another drink instead. Do you want to head up to the bar with me?”
Lawson stands up and offers his hand. “That’s a great idea, beautiful.”
I go to tell Ainsley where I’m going, but she’s too busy making out with Donovan.
Lawson leads me back inside, still holding onto my hand. Kyle, the bartender’s face falls when he sees us approaching him together.
“Jazz, back so soon. Another screwdriver?”
I smile. “Yes, please.”
Kyle nods to Lawson. “And you, buddy?”
“Another beer would be great.”
I can’t seem to get the image of Kingston and his mystery girl out of my mind. I think I need a quick breather to gather my wits.
I tap Lawson’s shoulder. “Hey, would you mind grabbing my drink when it’s re
ady? I’m going to find a bathroom.”
“No problem.” He points down the long hallway off to the right. “The closest bathroom is down that hall, second door on your left.”
I nod. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”
There’re a few people waiting in line, so I stand with my back pressed against the wall, taking deep breaths. Once my turn is finally up, I lock the door behind me and run my wrists under cold water.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. “Don’t let that asshole get to you, Jazz. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you. Don’t let him win.”
Pep talk over, I quickly pee and wash my hands before exiting the room. Lawson is waiting for me right outside the door, two drinks in hand.
“Your drink, milady.” He winks as he hands the cup over.
“Thanks.” I take a small sip. “You wanna head back outside?”
He crooks his elbow, offering it to me. “I’d be happy to.”
When we step through the doors, I make a conscious effort not to turn my head in the direction of the hot tub. Lawson and I head back over to the firepit, but Ainsley and Donovan are nowhere to be found.
“They’re upstairs in Donovan’s room,” Lawson offers. “Your friend asked me to tell you on her behalf.”
I bite my lip, slightly irritated that Ainsley would just leave like that without talking to me directly. Then I remember, I did the same to her because I didn’t want to interrupt her make-out session. She had no way of knowing I planned on only being gone for a few minutes.
“Right.” I release a sigh.
We both take a seat and nurse our drinks while we chat.
After I finish my second drink, he nudges me. “Hey, you want to dance?”
“Sure.”
When I start walking toward the house, Lawson grabs my hand to steady me. Damn, I’m really feeling the alcohol. Normally it takes at least three or four before I feel this buzzed. Kyle must’ve made the second round a bit stronger.