Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

I swallow hard and turn my glance away from them, trying to keep my confidence to continue letting Sebastian touch me like he is.

My eyes lock with a pair of dark eyes. The eyes of a man sitting by himself. He’s holding a full whiskey glass, wearing a dark suit, which makes him blend in with the darkness around him. I can’t get a good look at his features, except for his eyes. Intensely would be an understatement. This man has already undressed me with his eyes, peeled off a few layers of skin, and reached my soul.

I don’t know who he is or why he’s staring. He glances away a second later, and I’m not even sure if he was staring at me.

I turn my attention back to the table as we stop at the edge of it.

A waiter appears the second she sees Sebastian off the dance floor and without a drink.

“Wine again or something stronger?” he asks me.

My stomach churns and my heart races.

“Stronger.”

He grins, liking my answer. He speaks to the waiter, but I don’t hear what he says, and a few minutes later I’ve taken three shots of tequila. I feel good. Amazing. And I no longer give a shit what Avril and Naomi think of me. That’s what the bitches’ names are, I’ve learned.

I’ve also learned drinking with Sebastian is just as enjoyable as dancing. He’s spent th

e entire time with his arms wrapped around my body while he presses against me from behind. The only time he ever stops is when he has to speak with the waiter to get us another round of drinks.

“Hell yes!” Blake says. This is the third time I’ve heard him say, ‘hell yes’ to anything anyone suggests, so it’s not surprising he says it now.

“Fuck yea. It’s finally warm enough to use the pool without you women complaining it’s cold,” Duncan says, eyeing Naomi.

Naomi doesn’t look at Duncan’s hungry eyes. She’s only interested in Sebastian’s. I try not to let any jealousy in. But I know Naomi and Sebastian have hooked up before. And if I don’t hold Sebastian’s attention, he could easily decide Naomi is the better option for tonight.

Sebastian holds a shot of tequila out to me, and I grab the glass, although I’m not sure if my stomach can handle another.

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel him place the salt on my neck. I’ve seen several of the men do it to some of the other girls here before. But he’s never done it to me.

I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating out of my body. Even though he’s had his mouth on my neck several times now, this feels more intimate.

“Shots!” Duncan yells.

Then, Sebastian’s mouth is on my neck, sucking, as he licks the salt off, and then we both do the shot. I shake my head, hating the taste since I forgot the salt first. I need to try this game in reverse, so I get to lick the salt of one of his body parts. But I’m not brazen enough to try it, not without his suggestion.

He grabs for a lime and expertly drops it, so it buries in my cleavage. I go to snatch it, but he spins me around and leans down, retrieving it with his teeth as his lips brush over my cleavage.

My body warms, and my thoughts shatter. That was…hot.

He sucks on the lime a minute and removes it, smirking at me as usual.

I’m frozen. I can’t move. I’m pretty sure I just dreamed that, because there is no way Sebastian had his face buried between my breasts.

But I get an evil glare again from Naomi, and I know it happened.

Sebastian interlocks his hand with mine, and he tugs me toward the pool, which has been mostly empty the entire night, except for the occasional drunk guy who decides to toss a girl into the pool fully clothed. Why do guys think that’s a good idea? Women hate it. There is no way they are persuading any woman to sleep with them after that.

I glance around, looking for the pool house or someplace where people are changing clothes. I don’t see one, but this house is large enough I’m sure there is one.

My eyes pop open when I see Naomi grab the hem of her dress and jerk it over her head until she’s left in nothing but her black lacy thong underwear. Her dress was low cut, so she isn’t wearing a bra, and she has no problem with the stares she’s getting. I’m pretty sure every man in the area’s erection grew at the sight of her.

Shit.

I can’t strip. I’m not wearing a bra either, and there is no way any guy here is going to be impressed by my much smaller chest.

Women all around me continue stripping down to their bras and underwear, while the men remove their dress pants and jackets down to their underwear.