The Boy Next Door - Page 42

Stars explode behind my eyelids as my heart beats wildly. Wave after wave crashes over me, threatening to suck me under. If I die like this, I would have zero regrets. My pussy continues to pulse as he devours my clit. I have to pin my lower lip with my teeth to keep all the sound buried deep inside where it will never see the light of day.

It’s only after Colton has wrung every last drop of pleasure from me does he rise to his feet and crush his body to mine. If he weren’t pinning me to the side of his car, I would slide to a boneless heap on the pavement.

“You’re even more delicious than I remember.”

With that, his mouth slants over mine. Unwilling to focus on what just transpired, I allow myself to get lost on a riotous sea of emotion.

Chapter Twenty

Alyssa

A groan escapes as I roll onto my side. The motion has my head throbbing to life behind my eyelids.

Correction—my entire body throbs to life.

What the hell went down last night?

It takes a moment to jumpstart my brain.

Ah, that’s right...welcome home party at Bang Bang. That much, I remember. And shots. My God, the shots. What the hell had I been thinking?

Apparently, I hadn’t been.

I crack open an eye and glance around.

Thankfully, I’m in my own bedroom. That, in and of itself, is a huge relief. I remember flirting with a couple of guys on the dance floor. The music had been on point—one amazing song bleeding into another.

Wait a minute...

My brow furrows.

Colton.

The party crasher.

We’d had words at the bar when he’d attempted to cut me off. If only I could have ignored him, but that’s never been an option. Even though I’d spent the night dancing, I had been acutely aware of his brooding presence. From the corner of my eye, I watched him stare at me with a single-mindedness that had shivers careening down my spine.

I’d made sure to put on a show so he could see exactly what he was missing. Guess I pushed it too far because I remember him hoisting me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the club caveman-style. Maybe if I hadn’t put up a fight, everything smoldering in the air between us wouldn’t have detonated.

A groan of embarrassment slips free.

Oh my God! Did I really let him go down on me in the parking lot?

Yup, sure did.

I search the murky depths of my brain. I don’t remember anyone stumbling across us but let’s face it, I’d been out of my mind. There could have been a full-on crowd cheering us on, and I wouldn’t have been cognizant of it.

Even thinking about the orgasm that had streaked through me is enough to make me throb to life with painful awareness.

Oh, the horror of it all.

I grab my pillow and drag it over my head before letting loose a scream. I’ve done exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t. I allowed Colton to lay his hands on me.

Needing to escape from the onslaught of memories that continue to flood into my brain, I throw off the covers and ease my way from the bed before staggering out of my room. I make it a few steps into the short hallway before spotting Mia as she shovels a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. She looks none the worse for the wear, which is the complete opposite of me. I feel like a steaming bag of dog shit some derelict teenager lit on fire.

Bitch.

I lift my hand to my hair and realize that it’s sticking up from every conceivable angle. And I didn’t bother washing off my makeup last night either. I probably bear a striking resemblance to a rabid raccoon.

“Hey,” she chirps, spoon paused midway in the air, “how are you feeling?”

“Stop shouting,” I wince before grabbing my head so that it doesn’t roll off my shoulders. “Please, I beg of you.”

“That good, hmm?” A smile simmers across her lips as a teasing light enters her eyes. “Let me guess—you’re looking for a little hair of the dog that bit you?” There’s a pause. “I’m sure we have a bottle of tequila around here somewhere. Want me to get it?”

“God, no.” Even the thought is enough to make my stomach heave. “I’m never drinking again.”

Mia snickers as if she doesn’t believe me. Hell, I’m not even sure I believe me but, with the way I’m currently feeling, it seems like an excellent idea moving forward.

Once my belly stops spasming, I point to the kitchen. “I need massive amounts of Tylenol and Gatorade.” With that, I stagger into the other room before returning with a humongous bottle of the orange sports beverage. My fingers tremble as I fumble with the cap.

“Why did you let me drink so much,” I accuse, successfully prying off the top and chugging a quarter of it. Instead of settling my gut, it only makes it churn even more. I press my fingers against my mouth before releasing a loud belch.

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