The Original Crowd (A Whole New Crowd 0.50)

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, confused. “This is great. I finally get to watch this stuff.”

“Mandy will not be happy that you let her go off like this. You know it, Taryn.”

Mandy continued, “That’s because all you really are is white-trash. You look like it, you smell like it, you sound like it, and you sure as hell—act like it. Just saying it how it is.”

I’d missed whatever Jasmine had said before.

This was good. Really good. Mandy needed to do this. Really. If anything, this would help Mandy get back to her old fighting, bitching—popular—social elite self.

I can’t believe I just thought that was a good thing.

“Really,” Jasmine said in a voice that dripped acid, “if anyone is white trash, it’d be you. I mean…you have the first rate poster child for it right in your own home.”

Now I interjected.

“You really want to go there?” I drawled, stepping into the circle, pinning Jasmine down with a glare.

She shut up.

“Go on,” I said smoothly, stepping back.

Mandy glared and opened her mouth, delivering another round of insults. I patted Carter on the shoulder and murmured, “She’s all yours.”

I moved back through the crowd and found Tray at the kegs—where else would he be?

He’d been watching me as I weaved through the crowd.

Most of the people had moved inside, more interested in catching the latest shake-down than waiting in line for more beer.

“Everything okay,” Tray stated. ,

“She’s good,” I murmured, moving closer.

“And you.”

“I’m good too.” And I was, probably because I wasn’t as drunk. I did not like being out of control or stupid. Not when so many people wanted to kick me while I’m down.

Tray was watching me evenly.

“You,” I stated.

“I’m always good.” He grinned arrogantly.

I wanted him.

Seeing it, his eyes widened a bit. It must’ve been blatant because he grabbed my hand and swept me into the pool-house.

Locking the main door, he locked the bedroom door.

Our mouths met and clung to each other. I raked my hands through his hair, groaning in frustration. I couldn’t get enough of him. Wrapping my arms around him, I felt him lift me and my legs wrapped around his waist. He turned and pressed me against the door.

I gasped, arching up against him as his lips trailed down my throat and neck.

Suddenly, we were on the bed and both of us were blindly pulling at our clothes. A second later, Tray was sliding in, pushing deep and I could only hold on. It was rough, deep, and the best sex I’ve ever had.

CHAPTER NINE

Groaning, Tray pulled out of me. We’d gone another round before we heard pounding at the door.