She smiles. "That was nice. Give me another one."

I uncap another one but hold it behind my back.

She pouts.

"Lucy, listen to me. You keep going like that, you're gonna puke or pass out, and none of those are good times, especially for me."

She steps forward and wraps her arms around my waist, tilting her head all the way back to look up at me.

"So just chill, otherwise you're going to miss the fun of the actual buzz."

"I understand," she coos.

Ten minutes later she's buzzed.

"I told you to cool it," I laugh.

We're out in the yard, taking up a seat on the recently abandoned patio furniture. She's sitting sideways on my lap with one arm around my neck. "Quiet, Cam."

"I said that you—"

"Shh!" She covers my mouth with her hand. "Quiet! I don't want to hear it."

Logan comes and takes a seat opposite us. "How's that liquid courage going, Luce?"

"Fuck you and your liquid courage," she tells him.

His eyes widen.

"You and your liquid courage can suck it."

Logan laughs now. We all do.

Then a random girl approaches him. "I found us a room, you coming?" He doesn't even look surprised; he just stands up and follows behind her.

Lucy's jaw drops to the floor. "Is he? And she? Are they?"

I shrug. "Probably."

She gets off my lap and stands between my legs, resting her forearms on my shoulders. "We should do that," she muses.

"What?" I chuckle. "Have meaningless sex?"

"No." She leans in closer. My hands settle on the back of her thighs, under her skirt, just beneath her ass. Truthfully, I haven't stopped thinking about finishing what we started.

She kisses my cheek, then my neck, and then lightly bites my earlobe. "I want to finish what we started," she whispers.

Instantly, I'm up.

Not just standing, but up.

For a split second, I fight a war against myself. "I don't want to take advantage of you in your state."

"Pssh," she scoffs. "If anyone's going to be taking advantage, it's me... of you..." She reaches up and pulls me down to her; her mouth's already open, waiting for me.

I hold her hand tightly while we walk through the party. The house is filled, and the music's loud. I take her upstairs, where I know it'll be quieter. "Are you sure?" I ask, stepping foot on the landing.

She rolls her eyes and starts knocking on the doors on either side of the hallway. After the fifth one, there's no cussing, no bang of something being thrown against the door. Grinning from ear to ear, she slowly opens it, making sure we're not disturbing anyone. She switches on the light, but it's not a bedroom, it's a bathroom.

I gently rub her shoulders. "We can keep—"

"This will do." She pulls me by my shirt and closes the door behind me.

And all of a sudden I'm nervous. Because I let my dick think for me, and I have absolutely no idea how far she plans on pleasing it.

"I don't want to have sex," she says casually.

The tension leaves my shoulders.

I'm about to ask her what she wants but some asshole decides to bang on the door. She huffs out a frustrated breath, opens the door slightly and peeks out. Then a roar of laughter escapes her. I open the door wider so I can see what the hell's so funny. Matt and Tess are holding hands on the other side.

"What's funny, bitch?" Tess clips.

Lucy just laughs harder.

Tess steps forward, but Matt holds her back.

"The whore and the pindick," Lucy snorts. "Isn't that like throwing a hotdog down a hallway?"

I stifle my laugh.

"Yeah?" Tess says, her eyes narrowing and her neck snapping when she adds, "I blew your boyfriend's hotdog two weeks ago."

Okay. So, this one time Logan made me watch a video of these two hot chicks rolling on the ground throwing punches. He asked if I thought it was hot. I told him yes, but I lied. I didn't see the appeal in it at all.

I guess I just needed one of those chicks to be Lucy.

Picking her up from her sitting position on Tess's stomach, I throw her over my shoulder and go back in the bathroom. Slowly, I set her on her feet and wait for her heaving breaths to settle. When they finally do she looks up at me, her eyes already narrowed. "It's true isn't it?"

"What?" I can't help but laugh. It's just as absurd as that time Mom thought I got Lucy pregnant.

"She blew you!"

I laugh harder.

And you know why?

Because.

WOMEN. ARE. DUMB.

A snarl forms on her lips, and her eyes fill with rage. I sense it before I see it. Her palm raised, ready for an attack. I grip her wrist roughly.

Her eyes thin to slits.

She tries it again with her other hand.

I do the same thing.

"I hate you," she says. She bites her lip. The rage in her eyes are long gone and replaced with something else completely. Lust.

I use my body to pin her to the wall, my hands still holding her firmly in place .

Bending my knees, I place an open mouth kiss on her neck. "You love me."

-LUCY-

He's pinning me against the wall with his body, one of his legs between mine, pushing into my center while his hard-on presses against my stomach. I want to touch him. Everywhere. But his grip on my hands tightens every time I try to move.