I’m still pointing at her and she spots me, her eyes meeting mine. I’d ditched the sunglasses the moment I left the kitchen and I wish I had them back on. So I can hide from her probing look. Feels like the chick can see deep down inside me or something and it’s making me uncomfortable.
From the sneer forming on her perfect lips, I’m thinking she doesn’t like what she sees.
“I don’t know. Allison? Alexis?” He snaps his fingers. “Alexandria.”
“Which is it?” I don’t look away from her. It’s like I can’t. Ah, shit, she’s headed right for me. I stand up straighter, feeling the alcohol course through my veins and my head spins a little. I’m drunk. She’s still walking toward us, gliding across the room really, her feathered angel wings bobbing with her every step.
I’m starting to sweat and it’s not just because it’s fucking hot in here.
“Alexandria,” Shep greets her like she’s an old, dear friend. Weird. I’ve never seen this chick before in my life. And I’d definitely remember her. “Have you met my cousin?”
“Hi, Shep.” She smiles at him, the sight of it dazzling. Her smile fades the moment her gaze lands on me. “I just met Tristan in the kitchen with Jade.”
“Awesome. Jade is Tristan’s number one fan.” Shep claps me on the back, sending me stumbling forward. I nearly collide with Alexandria and she takes a sideways step, dodging out of my way. For one brief, tantalizing moment, I was close enough to smell her.
And holy hell, she smells fucking amazing.
“I’ve heard,” she says dryly. “So you’re cousins?”
A girl wearing a naughty cop costume comes up to us—I don’t remember her name—bearing gifts. A red cup clutched in each hand, she offers one to me and one for Shep. “You two look thirsty,” she says with the slightest lisp.
I gratefully take the beer and gulp from it, swallowing mostly foam.
“Aw, sorry honey,” the naughty cop says to Alexandria, her condescending tone obvious. “I didn’t see you there or else I would’ve gotten you a drink too.”
Bullshit.
I’m about to do the right thing and offer Alexandria a sip of mine. Or better yet, I should go get her a cup. I part my lips, about to be the ultimate gentleman when Shep beats me to the punch.
“Want mine?” Shep hands his cup to Alexandria. She takes it but doesn’t drink from it yet, just smiles at him like he’s her hero.
Damn it. Just messed that up.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, bringing the cup to her mouth so she can take a sip. I watch in fascination as she wraps her pink lips around the rim of the cup and tips her head back, grimacing the moment she swallows.
Foamy beer is the worst.
But her lips damp with beer is about the best thing I’ve seen all night. Maybe all month.
“Hey.” Shep slaps me on the back again but this time I hold my ground. “I’ll see you all later. I need to find my girl.”
He’s gone before we can say another word and I scowl at where he stood only a moment ago. My cousin is completely pussy-whipped. I don’t know how he can stand it, being with one girl all the time. Gabe’s gone and lost his mind over a girl too, and I can barely wrap my head around it. I’m the last man standing, the final true believer in one and done.
Crazy but true.
“So. Tristan.” The naughty cop rests her hand on my chest, her other hand reaching behind her and pulling out—a pair of handcuffs? Oh, boy. “Up for some fun later?”
I swear I hear Alexandria laugh and I jerk my head in her direction to see her fingers covering her smiling mouth. Naughty cop’s fingers slide over my bare chest—the shirt I’m wearing is open practically to my stomach—and I return my attention to her, taking a step back so her hand falls away. “I don’t do handcuffs on the first date,” I tell her.
Naughty cop—damn it, I wish I could remember her name—rests her hands on her hips and mock pouts. “This isn’t our first date.”
I wince. Yeah. I’m that asshole who does a girl and doesn’t remember it. I’m supposedly living the dream? “How about I don’t do handcuffs ever.”
“Smart policy,” Alexandria murmurs, making me smile.
Making naughty cop fume.
“Have fun with your little angel then,” she says snidely, sending us both a disgusted look. “At least with me, you know I put out.”
I watch her walk away, her hips swishing, that little black skirt she’s wearing obscenely high. Was that the smart choice, letting her go? Hey, she’s a sure thing and Alexandria looks like she’d rather kick me in the balls than sneak off to the bathroom for some quality naked time.
“You could chase after her you know,” she says, her droll voice making me whip back around to face her.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw the drool form in the corner of your mouth.” Alexandria smiles tightly. What, is she jealous? No freaking way. “And you know she puts out so…”
“I’m not interested in her.” I take a step closer to her, pleased that she doesn’t run away. This close, I can see the delicate way her nose turns up, right at the tip. The perfect shape of her lush lips. Her skin is flawless. Her hair looks so soft I want to touch it and her scent…
I want to bury my face in whatever spot she’ll let me and just inhale her.
She raises a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Definitely sure.” I let my gaze travel all over her, noting the gentle curve of her tits—yeah, they’re not very big but that’s okay—the nipped in waist and those long, long legs make up for it. Her body type isn’t what I’m normally attracted to but I’m all for changing it up.
“Am I supposed to assume you’re interested in me instead?” She holds her red cup up in front of her chest, like some sort of defense mechanism but that’s not going to stop me. I’m not letting her go so easily.
“You picked up on that, hmm?” I lean toward her and take a deep breath, closing my eyes for the briefest moment. Wild flowers. Heady and sweet. Fucking delicious.
When I open my eyes I find her watching me like she thinks I’ve lost my damn mind. “What were you doing?”
“You smell amazing,” I tell her. I’m being one hundred percent honest here, not my normal mode of operation but this girl is the complete opposite of who I usually go for. I’m running on pure instinct.
“So you just sniffed me.”
“Well…” My voice drifts. Don’t tell me she’s pissed. “Yeah.”
“You’re not my type,” she says bluntly.
Ouch. “You’re not my type either, sweetheart, but there are always exceptions to the rules.” I move in for the kill, slipping my arm around her waist. She startles when I settle my hand on her hip, her skin warm through the thin fabric of her costume and I feel the thin string that must be the waistband of her panties.
Just like that, my cock twitches to life.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She pulls out of my grip.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I try to put my arm around her again but she bats it away with her free hand. “What the hell?”
“You really think you can just sidle up to some random girl and feel her up?”
Has she never been to a college party before? “You’re not random. We already met.”
She laughs. “I am so random. And so are you. We don’t fit.”
“Do we need to fit to fuck?” I ask incredulously.
The shocked, disgusted look on her face is almost comical.
Almost.
“You’re a complete jackass,” she declares, right before lifting her cup of beer and…
Dumping it all over my head.
“…definitely not one of your finest moments, my friend,” Shep finishes just before he and Gabe collapse into fits of laughter.