Chapter 4

Alec

I should’ve never fucking touched her.

Growling to myself, I stumbled down the stairs and pushed through the grinding bodies. After picking up a random red solo cup from a side table near the alcohol-stained white couch, I threw it back and let it burn the back of my throat.

Even while drunk, her rejection still hurt like a fucking bitch.

Why couldn’t I keep my hands off her? Stay away from her? She was my best friend’s little sister who I had barely talked to in the five years I had known her. But god, she was beautiful. Fucking beautiful, and it pissed me off most days.

Because I could never fucking find the words to say to her.

And the one night I did… she kicked me out of her bedroom and told me that this never happened. I said Sandra’s name just to piss her off, like she had me, but when her face dropped, I felt even more like an asshole.

“Alec,” Sandra screeched, dragging her claws all over my chest. “Come dance!”

When she wrapped her arms around my waist and drew me closer to her, I pushed her back. “Get the fuck off me, Sandra. And stop telling people that we’re dating,” I growled, annoyed that she was such an insecure bitch that she had to lie. “We’re not.”

She dropped her hand and grazed it over the front of my jeans. “You don’t want—”

“I said to get off me,” I snapped, ripping myself away from her and storming toward the back door. I grabbed another drink from someone on the team—my vision was too blurry to see straight anymore.

“Alec,” she cried, following after me. “We need to talk about what happened!”

The fuck was she talking about? Us?

Nothing had happened between us since Maddie and Spencer broke the fuck up, because I thought I finally had a chance at winning her heart. But I’d been pussying out on talking to her for the past year.

And now I screwed it up.

I threw the beer back and grabbed another one from a shelf. “Leave me alone, Sandra.”

“But–”

When she reached for me a third time, I twirled around. “Don’t make me say it one more time,” I growled and grabbed onto the wall to balance myself. My vision was suddenly spinning, a piercing pain shooting through my head.

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms and stomping through the crowd. “I hate you.”

“Good,” I said and turned back in the direction of the back door.

“Hi Alec,” another girl purred, wiggling her fingers at me.

I threw the alcohol back, wanting to get as fucked up as possible right now but not wanting to deal with another groupie, another fan, another fucking annoying bitch from Redwood Academy who wanted her hands on my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ. I have to stop going to parties.

“Dude, where were you?” Oliver asked, grabbing my shoulder.

I highly doubted that he’d be okay with me saying something along the lines of fucking your sister, so I shoved him off me too and headed into the backyard to get some fresh air. After sucking in a gust of chilly air, I collapsed on some padded lounge chairs away from the hottub where girls were fooling around with each other and by myself near the pool.

At least, I thought I was by myself until I saw a couple fucking in the pool without a damn care in this world. Forty-five degrees outside, and kids were banging in the water of a pool that wasn’t theirs. What a time to be alive.

Closing my eyes, I sipped the plastic cup and sighed. Fuck.

I shouldn’t have come onto her so strong, especially not after what Spencer did to her last year. Of course, she thought I didn’t know who the hell she was. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I get up the courage to say–do–something with her, and I fucked it up.

“Lonely out here?” a girl said from the door, walking over.

I placed my hand on my forehead, my vision like fuzzy static. I blinked a couple times in an attempt to see straight, but the world spun around me, the pool suddenly above me and long skinny legs walking above me, heading in my direction.

The woman climbed right onto my lap and straddled my waist.

“I already told you to get off me,” I murmured, vision too blurry to make out her face.

“You haven’t said a word to me tonight, Wolfe,” she whispered.

A low grunt escaped my lips as I tried to lift my gaze to her. She drew her small hands over my shoulders, then down my chest and to my abdomen. Over and over. Driving me insane—and not in the same way that I felt about Maddie.

“Get off me,” I growled.

God, it was so hard to stay awake. My eyelids were heavy.

She giggled again.

“What did you do to me?” I asked.

I had gotten black-out drunk many times before while thinking about Maddie, but I had never hallucinated and it sure as hell didn’t feel like this. I opened my mouth and inhaled deeply, my chest restricting.

She grinded her pussy against me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You won’t remember by morning,” she whispered into my ear, trailing her hand down my abdomen and slipping it underneath my waistband. “Don’t worry about it, Alec. I hope you enjoyed Maddie’s pussy, because you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

“S-Stop,” I mumbled, my mind fading and my limbs so heavy. “G-Get off.”

She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock covered in Maddie’s juices. I grasped her hand, my fingers too weak to hold it at all. She giggled and stroked it up and down in an attempt to get it hard. “Stupid jock.”

“Please, stop,” I mumbled. “Get off m—”

The last thing I remembered before I blacked out was her lips pressed against mine.